Page 76 of Ink & Desire

His stern words are muffled by the fact that his mouth is still busy with my pussy. My eyes fall shut as his tongue sweeps over my clit again, dragging me even closer to the edge. The phone buzzes again, threatening to pull me out of my blissful state, but I focus on Corbin’s mouth on my clit, his fingers filling me. I’m so close to coming; so close to getting lost in the waves of pleasure I know he can coax from me. Abruptly, he goes still. His fingers are still filling me, but they’ve stopped their steady rhythmic pumping. And his mouth is no longer on my clit.

“I said, answer it,” he says, his words a clear command.

I look down at where he’s positioned between my spread thighs, a question in my eyes. But I can see with one glance that he’s serious. All the while, the incessant buzzing of my phone goes on. He curls his fingers upward, lightly brushing against my g-spot, making me whimper. When my hips move of their own accord,seeking more of his touch, he brings his other hand across my hips to hold me still.

“Answer it,” he says. “Or I won’t let you come.”

I know it’s not an empty threat. If he wants to, he’ll keep me on the edge for hours, not letting me have the sweet release I crave. While the idea of being edged all night has its merits, I know I’m weak. I want to come. I want Corbin to make me come on his tongue. And then I want him to fill me up and make me come again with his thick length inside me. His fingers stroke my g-spot again and my mouth drops open.

“Do it, angel,” he says. “And make sure you stay quiet while I work.”

I reach for the phone, not bothering to look at the screen as I swipe to answer the call. It doesn’t matter who it is. There’s no way I’ll be able to comprehend a word they’re saying while Corbin is torturing me this way.

“Good girl,” he whispers before lowering his head to my pussy once more.

I do my best to tamp down the thrill I feel at those words. The sooner I can get through this phone call, the sooner I can give in to the pleasure of Corbin’s mouth and hands on me.

“Hello?”

I think my voice sounds somewhat normal, but I can’t be sure because Corbin’s licking my clit again. The pleasure radiates out from between my legs, spreading outward, threatening to encompass my entire body. Then I hear the absolute last voice I want to hear.

“Avery, darling. What took you so long to answer?” My mother says.

Shit.

My mouth drops open in a silent gasp as Corbin’s fingers begin to pump in and out of me, sliding against my g-spot each time.

“I was in the shower,” I say, my words tripping over each other as I try to avoid moaning into the phone.

“Oh,” she says. “I was calling to see if you’ve had your final dress fitting for the gala. You can’t put it off until the last minute, you know.”

Corbin’s tongue flicks faster against my clit and I feel my heartbeat speed up as my legs begin to shake.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“What was that?” my mother asks.

“I’m going this week,” I say quickly, my hand fisting the blankets as I fight for control. I can’t have an orgasm while listening to my mother drone on about galas and dresses. It’s too much.

I look down at Corbin and shake my head, pleading silently with him to stop. But his eyes are lit with a mischievous glint, and I know he’s got no plans of stopping until I’m a writhing mess.

“Please.”

I mouth the word to him as his fingers pump faster into me. I can hear the wet sounds they make as he works them in and out, hitting my g-spot each time. My hips pump against his hand as if they have a mind of their own. All the while my mother is still talking aboutdresses. I can’t focus on her words. I’m past the point of comprehension. My body is wound so tightly that I know I’ll snap any second and scream out my orgasm to my mother and everyone within a two-block radius.

“Make sure you don’t let them take it in too much in the bust,” my mother says. “I don’t want to see your cleavage all over the internet like last year.”

“I won’t,” I say, desperate to agree to anything that will end this call quickly.

Corbin sucks lightly on my clit and I fight the urge to cry out. My entire body is a quivering mass of heightened nerve endings.

“Right then,” she says. “I won’t keep you longer, Avery. I can’t wait to see you. Only two more weeks!”

Finally!

“Me too,” I say, praying she can’t hear the breathless pants I’m struggling to hide.

“Bye bye, dear,” she says.