Page 37 of The Sacrifice
I clutch the wall with hands that can’t penetrate anything. Why is it hot as fuck that he’s asking permission?Lord, I’m sweating.“Yes.” I nod rather than melt into a puddle.
He waggles his eyebrows. “Good. I was afraid I would have to rip them off. And they appear to be your fancy panties.”
“Shut up.” I laugh. I literally laugh. I’ve never laughed during sex. The back of his knuckles trails down my thighs as he pulls the material down, inch by inch. It takes him forever to reach my ankles. By that point, I’m about to club him over the head.
“Step out.”
“About time.” I step out of them, and they land behind him on the wooden floor.
“I love how greedy you are. At least for now, I’ll let it give me a big head. Until I find out you were all over those guys in your past.” He braces his palm on my lower abdomen and uses his other hand to spread my swollen lips apart, exposing my throbbing clit. “Your scent makes my cock throb. I want to be buried deep inside of you, but first, I need you to want me as badly as I want you.”
He licks his lips. “I bet you taste as good as you smell.” He flicks his tongue over my swollen nub, and I shudder from head to toe. He repeatedly swirls his tongue over my clit until my toes curl. “So sweet.” He pulls back and licks his lips while trailing his finger along the seam of my lips. “You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to sink into this tight, hot pussy.”
As he drives two fingers into my core, I gasp. To see him on his knees before me, worshiping my sex, is the hottest thing I’ve done. My other sexual experiences were in the dark and nothing like this. He’s not just a guy. He’s the cockiest guy I’ve ever met.
Women must throw themselves at him all the time. He’s so far out of my league. It’s not even funny. But walking away is impossible. He’s like catching a lightning bolt ripping across the sky and riding it to heaven. He’s that powerful. I won’t be able to crawl away when this is over.
“Are you thinking again?” he growls against my clit.
“No.” I shake my head. “Yes,” I sigh. Should I tell him I don’t orgasm during sex? He’s going to figure it out soon enough and be disappointed.
“Stop it.” He curls his fingers deep inside of me while pressing down on my lower stomach and stares into my eyes.Oh, God, that feels good.He repeatedly slashes over my G spot while rubbing his thumb over the same spot on the side of my clit.
“Now, that’s a good girl.” The stimulation, combined with the intensity of his expression, brings tears to my eyes. Why has no one else ever looked at me like this? Why is it him? He’s the last person I expected this to happen with, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. This is everything.
I gasp as my muscles tighten and suck down on his fingers.Oh, my God.My head spins. I bite down hard on my bottom lip until I taste blood, and my chest heaves as if I’ve run a marathon.
“That’s it. Such a greedy little pussy. Taking my fingers. Does that greedy little pussy want another finger?” He slides a finger inside, filling me to the hilt. “I want to watch your beautiful eyes fill with lust and your teeth biting into that perfect bottom lip. You’re gorgeous, but I can’t wait to see you lose control for me. Only for me.”
God, what is he doing to me?He lifts my leg over his shoulder and intensifies his attention to my core as sweat coats my skin. The kid who skipped through life giving half effort has turned into a man with dogged determination.
“Come on, baby.” The central air kicks on, and goosebumps pop on every inch of my skin. “Let go and let me take care of all your needs. It’s you and me. No one else. I want all your moans to have my name on them.”
“Oh, God.” I convulse as ripples of pleasure rock through me, sending me flying over the edge. He continues to annihilate me, taking me past the point of reason. “Yes. Please….”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel those walls sucking me.” He pulls my clit between his teeth and repeatedly flicks the tip of his tongue over it while alternating between sucking and letting go.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Tears roll down my cheeks as I dig my fingernails into his skull while thrusting my pelvis toward him. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yeeeessss.” Lights flash behind my eyes.This is… Oh, God, yes.
After the last convulsion racks my body, I’m so weak, that I press my back harder into the wall to keep from falling on my ass.
He removes his fingers from my sex, licking each one as he stands. When he bites down on his bottom lip, my brain melts. The man is sinful. “Did I pass the first test?”
The intensity of his gaze is too fucking much. It’s like looking into the sun without sunglasses. I feel exposed yet desperate for more. I don’t want to ever be outside of his light. I’m never going to survive him.
“Babe.” He grasps my chin. “You’re thinking again. You don’t get to think around me. It’s my mission to get you to only feel.” He devours my mouth.
The second I taste my sex on his tongue, I’m gone. I’m falling in love with my younger brother’s best friend, and it has nothing to do with his baby. Yeah, I love her also, but what's happening between us is bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced. And I don’t want it to end.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jackson
“This is crazy,” she says against my mouth while running her hands along my abs.
“Crazy good. Or crazy bad?” I know the answer, but I need to hear her say it. For many years, she looked at me like I was not good enough. I might be a football star with plenty of zeros in my bank account, but deep inside, I’m still the kid who looked up to her and fantasied about kissing her behind the oak tree in their backyard.
“Crazy good.” She strokes her index finger along my jaw. “I don’t want one night.” She licks her lips, inhales, and gnaws on the plump bottom one. The one I want to suck on for the rest of my life. “I don’t know how this works or what other people will say, but I want to see where this goes. And I don’t want to half-ass it. That means I don’t want to be your dirty little secret.”