Page 94 of Villain
His eyes ignite. “Beg.”
“Fuck off.”
He laughs heartily and pushes himself up, trailing his fingers over my breasts and along my stomach. “I knew you were going to say that. You give as good as you get. I fucking love it. Tell me you’re not addicted to this. I thrive off you, Ainsley. Every argument is another hit, and I can’t get enough.”
“You’re sick. You should see someone for that,” I pant as his mouth replaces his hands at the top of my pubic bone. His hot breath blows against my centre, and I shudder into the bliss of having him between my thighs.
I’m quickly forgetting all the shit that’s gone down between us. Horrible, old memories fade away when his fingers brush my skin.
“This is all the therapy I need. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Then, don’t wait,” I say, threading my fingers through his inky black hair.
“You’re so wet—so ready for me.”
“Casper, what are you waiting for?” I try to press my thighs together against the ache, but he stops me, his shoulders keeping my legs apart.
A featherlight tough of his lips to my clit makes me arch off the bed. He’s ready forthat,holding me down with his forearm.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, his tongue curling around the bundle of nerves.
Pleasure explodes along my spine, and I move against his mouth. This time, mercifully, he lets me.
“Fuck my mouth, sweetheart,” he rasps and plunges his tongue into my centre.
“Casper,” I call, gripping his hair and moving against him, meeting the fast and hard flicks of his tongue.
I’ve never been so turned on and so desperate to come before. He unlocks this side of me that doesn’t feel self-conscious and doesn’t worry what the guy I’m with might think of me. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t care what he thinks of me or because I’m too worked up. Whatever it is, I love it.
Casper’s fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he moans, flicking that tongue harder against my clit—long flicks, slow then fast, tasting and teasing, learning what I like best. He kisses and licks and bites at my skin, never letting up the pace.
I want to come so badly, and I’m so close, on the edge of ecstasy. My back curls off the bed and I pull his head into me, grinding against his mouth.
“Casper, I’m so close… More. I want more. Please…”
My heels dig into the bed as I try to get more of him inside me. I want it all, everything he has to give.
“I’ve got you,” he says against my sensitive flesh, pushing two fingers inside me. He strokes me at the same pace as his tongue.
“God. Oh, fuck!” I cry out, exploding into a million pieces. Wave after wave ricochets through my core and down to my toes. He doesn’t let up until I stop convulsing around his fingers.
“Jesus Christ, Ainsley,” he murmurs against my thigh, removing his hand. “You taste incredible, sweetheart. You’re stunning when you come.”
I’m boneless, laying heavy against his bedding with a sheen of sweat coating my skin.
“I’ve never come like that…” I say, trying to catch my breath as air rushes in and out of my lungs. Why did it have to be with him?
“I know,” he says, the cocky little prick that he is.
He makes his way back up to me slowly, kissing every inch of my skin on the way. He’s thorough as he tries to cover every part of my stomach and chest in soft kisses that make my fingers curl into the sheets.
“Casper.”
“Are you ready to come on my dick now?”
Fuck.
I whimper and reach for him. He can totally be in control of this, but he lets me pull him to my mouth and kiss him.