Page 73 of A Stop in Time
“You want me to do that again,” he whispers against my sensitive flesh. “Then you’re gonna have to say it.”
I peer at him, watching as he suckles each of my lips before tracing his tongue along both of them. “You’re an asshole.” The breathless quality of my words belies my anger, and the flicker of male pride in his eyes tells me so.
“Am I?” He ducks his head, darting his tongue inside me just a fraction. “You don’t want me to tongue-fuck this pussy, then? ’Cause all you gotta do is tell me the truth.”
His warm breath against my entrance has goose bumps rising along my body. “Admit that you like me.” He teases me by lightly raking his teeth over my clit.
A gasp is ripped from me when his tongue dives inside as if he’s desperate, almost frantic, to gather my taste. My hips rock, seeking more of his touch, but he pulls back.
“I like you, okay?” The words pour out of me in panted breaths, and I’d be mortified if I weren’t so eager for him to continue his delicious torment. “I like you a little. Just, please, don’t stop.”
Green eyes gleam with satisfaction an instant before he fits his mouth to me, his tongue delivering the hottest French kiss. My hand flies to his hair, my fingers threading in the length, as he devours me.
His tongue thrusts in and out of me, his mouth intermittently suckling at my lips. I’m a writhing mess when he glides two thick fingers inside me and fastens his lips around my clit. He sucks it, then bats at it with his tongue while pumping his fingers in and out of me.
My grip tightens on his hair, and he growls against me, the vibrations catapulting me closer to the edge. My hips arch, urging on his fingers and tongue. He lifts his head, his fingers still driving me mad, and needy lust paints his handsome face.
His eyes flick between my face and where he pumps his fingers in and out of me. “Damn if you don’t have my dick harder than ever.”
Seeming transfixed by the sight of his fingers, wet with my arousal as they withdraw before sinking back inside, his focus settles between my thighs. What resembles surprise laced with self-deprecation crosses his expression. “Never been so turned on like this before that I thought I’d embarrass myself by comin’ in my pants.”
His admission sends another rush of arousal to my core and when his eyes fall closed on a wince a second later, I know he felt it. His jaw clenches before he mutters, “Fuck.”
When his eyes open, his burning gaze lands on me, and it nearly singes me to the bone. “You like that idea, huh?” Deep and gravelly, his voice is drenched in sensual hunger.
“Maybe a little.”
“Yeah?” A challenge edges into his gaze. “Think you like it more than just a little.” A faint smirk toys at his lips. “Maybe you like me more than a little, too, huh?”
Damn him. I attempt a dark scowl, but I’m not sure it has much effect considering my legs are spread, putting myself on display like I’m his own personal buffet. “How about less talk, more action?”
Withdrawing his fingers from me, I bite back the sound of protest itching to break free. Eyes locked with mine, he sucks his fingers clean, and holyshit if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve witnessed yet.
He licks his lips and lets out a low “Mmm” that sends shivers rolling through me. Mischief gleams in his gaze. “Guess you want me to stop, then.”
I practically snarl at him like a feral animal. “I swear, if you do, I’ll kill you.”
A slight crinkling at the outer edges of his eyes is the only indication of his amusement. “Yeah? Well, then you know what you’ve gotta say.” His voice drops to something low and seductive. “Tell me you like me…and not just a little.”
We have a silent standoff while he lightly sweeps his thumbs along my outer lips. I finally grit out the words, “I like you. Okay?”
Without another word, he lowers his head and sucks my clit into his mouth. Batting it with his tongue, he guides two fingers back inside me, pumping in and out before he adds a third finger.
Holyfuck, the way he stretches me feels so good I nearly lose my mind. With his tongue lashing against my sensitive clit and how he hooks his fingers, working me into a frenzy, he quickly obliterates what’s left of my defenses.
My thighs go rigid a second before my entire body quakes. Undeterred by my bucking hips, his tongue, lips, and fingers work me through my orgasm.
The sound of an approaching vehicle breaks through the haze of lust that’s enveloped me. Blooming awareness edges its way in, and I raise my head. “Someone’s coming up the driveway.”
Features stamped with dark, hot need, his words are a husky rasp against my core. “Don’t give a fuck.” He presses kisses along my entrance as if he’s reticent to break contact and mumbles against me, “Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy.”
I’m torn, honestly. Do I want to get caught half-naked on the trunk of a car I’m dismantling for parts? Not exactly on my bucket list, no. But a man who thinks my pussy is world class enough to keep his face buried in it and wanting to give me a tongue bath into oblivion yet again?
No lie, it’s pretty damn tempting.
The car’s engine grows louder the closer it gets, and I ease back from Daniel, holding up a hand in protest. “We’ve got to stop. This is my business, and I’d rather not get caught with my pants down—literally.”
Jesus, what was I even thinking? Mortification rolls through me, and my face flushes hot. I never do shit like this. It’s why I delegate it to a random occurrence on a Friday night, isolated and in a motel room. Certainly never in my goddamn workplace.