Page 41 of Wicked Knight
He plants hind hand beside me then gathers my dress, his eyes dropping to the space between my legs. Moving the dress to the side, he cups my sex and feels the wetness that has gathered in my panties and grins back at me.
“You’re wet. For me.”
“Dmitri…”
“I want to hear your pleasure.”
Before I think to speak, his finger slides beneath the lace and glides into my pussy.
He strokes me, sending my body into shivers of ecstasy and the blood throbbing in my veins.
My heart beats faster with forbidden longing, every inch of my skin burning.
Without taking his eyes off me, he massages the throbbing nub of my clit, and I moan out loud, pressing my hands into the wall at first, then gripping his shoulders.
“Good. Now I want to taste you.” His voice sounds like a haunting lullaby designed to lure you into temptation.
Spreading my legs, he nuzzles his face between my thighs and thrusts his tongue into my pussy. The impact has me digging my fingers into the hard muscles of his shoulders while his tongue sets multiple explosions inside me in a wild frenzy.
I’m trapped in desire. A prisoner to pleasure. And I don’t want to break free.
I lose myself in his possessive stroking, licking, petting, tasting. Then I lose myself again in him.
I writhe against his mouth and arch into the wall, soaking up the pleasure he’s giving me.
Mindless moans hum from my body. I’m on fire, vibrating in response to the powerful possession of his tongue and his touch.
“Oh my God,” I groan out loud, too loud.
How the fuck is it possible that I just went from telling him I wanted to be friends to this?
It crosses my mind that anyone could be down here and hear us, but I don’t care.
I close my eyes and relish the deeper thrust of his tongue as he continues eating out my pussy. Then he finds the trigger, and a vicious orgasm clamors through me.
I come. I come so hard stars sparkle before me with the smoke swirling around us.
Overlapping waves of pleasure consume me, curling through every inch of my body and leaving me shattered. The sensation sizzles through me, pushing me over the edge.
I’m left breathless and panting while my arousal flows into his mouth and he drinks me up.
I melt into the wall, trying to keep myself from falling over.
Dmitri doesn’t stop licking me until I’m clean, then he fixes my panties and stands.
He hits me with another smile that makes my knees feel like they may dissolve from under me.
He lowers his head to kiss me again, and I taste myself on his lips.
“See why we can’t be friends, Mackenzie?” he speaks into the kiss.
“Yes,” I answer, feeling like it’s the first right thing I’ve said in days.
“Good, now that we’re on the same page, meet me after football practice on Friday. We'll take it from there.”
He moves away, crouches to pick up my mask, and hands it to me.
I lift my trembling hand to take it and watch him slip his skull mask back on.