My fingers twisted and bent, exploring her inside, seeking the button that might send her over the edge, while I monitored her reaction.
There was a reaction, all right. I must have found the legendary spot when she gasped, and her body sagged heavily as if her legs were about to give way.
I eased my fingers out and then back in, keeping her on the edge and resuming my massage of her G-spot; meanwhile, I bent down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.
Jeez.
When I felt the gush of juices on my fingers and the hot clamping of her channel as she gripped me, I damn near lost it and came as well.
Was I really finger fucking a woman to orgasm in my hallway, just a few minutes after running into her?
Hell, yeah.
And we both fucking loved it.
I focused on her.
I wasn’t going to stop until she was fucking done.
Within minutes she’d come and come again, and her juices coated my hand. And I loved being with a woman who wasn’t afraid to enjoy multiple orgasms.
I released her nipple and looked up at her with a smug smirk on my face—I couldn’t help it. “Think you needed that. I’ll have to have a word with Ethan about leaving a woman wanting more.”
Oh shit. Wrong thing to say.
My fingers were still inside her, and I sensed her body stiffen as I reminded her she’d spent the night with another man who’d not long left the house.
She looked down and pushed my hand away from her. I slipped out my figures and raised them to my nose before putting them into my mouth.
Heavenly scent and flavor to match.
She watched me for only a few seconds before she dropped to her knees in front of me.
She flipped the tables.
All it took was a moment’s hesitation on my part while I decided whether to fuck her right there in the hallway or carry her to a more comfortable place.
Of course, her mouth felt fantastic, but what made it even better was watching her as she looked back at me with those big brown eyes.
Mesmerizing and not so innocent.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KAYLA MARTIN
Despite all appearances I am not this woman.
Still riding the crest of the wave, I couldn’t bring myself to care much about anything. I was already in so deep I might as well go after what I wanted.
I looked down to where his hand disappeared beneath me. But all I saw was an enormous cock standing rigid, pointing at me, and wet with precum.
Pushing his hand away so I could move forced his fingers to slip out of me. He raised them to his nose, sniffed them, and winked at me with a cocky smirk on his face.
I felt mortified.
He licked his lips.
Then he popped his fingers into his mouth and moaned with pleasure as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. All the while, he maintained eye contact with me.
Frankly, his crude actions turned me on even more.
I had no intention of leaving matters there or being outdone by his outrageousness. I dropped to my knees on the floor and licked the sweet precum from the tip of his cock. With my tongue still touching him and tracing its way along the undercarriage, I looked up to see his smirk had completely gone.
Tyler looked surprised by my sudden movement, by the way I’d taken control. But he didn’t fight it. He did not try to stop me. Instead, he reached out and placed a hand against the wall to steady himself.
We maintained intense eye contact while I licked him again from root to tip and when I opened my mouth wide to suck in his great length.
What sort of woman does this?
What woman messes around with a guy just a few hours after sleeping with his roommate?
The sort who has nothing to lose because she doesn’t expect to see either of them ever again.
A woman who hopes to get out ASAP before anyone says the word slut. And who thinks she’d be crazy to deny herself what she wants when it’s presented to her like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
That was how I ended up on my knees slurping precum from the crown of Tyler’s impressive length before I’d even recovered from the orgasm he’d just given me.
I should have felt terrible when he reminded me I’d spent the night with his roommate. But Tyler didn’t seem bothered by the fact, as if those guys shared women all the time. The two of them were friends who shared a house. I only had to walk away from this, and all would be forgotten.
But first, I intended to finish what I’d started.
The way he watched me intently while I sucked his cock was incredibly thrilling. Like I was his one-woman, up close porn show. So I put on my best performance, letting him see how much I loved doing it. And he obviously enjoyed the show as much as he enjoyed the sensation of my mouth sucking him in, my lips engulfing him, my tongue licking every hard inch.