“Tyler!” she screams, her entire body shaking as she comes, her honey flooding my hand.
She goes from one to the next, her body trembling as I work her over. My name is a litany on her lips, her hips bucking as she cries out again and again as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Lifting my palm from her pubic bone, I place two fingers on her clit and start rubbing against it in fast circles. She sucks in a breath and then screams, just once, as her entire body seizes up when she comes harder than she has yet. I don’t stop, enjoying the way her shaking intensifies as she rides it out.
When it’s over, she slumps back against me, her breath coming in great gusts. Taking my hands out of her pants, I wrap one arm around her while I bring the other, the one that was inside her, up to my mouth. I can’t not get a taste of her. Licking the tip of my finger, I groan. “You taste so fucking good,” I growl. “Next time we do this, it’ll be on a bed so I can eat every last drop.”
She’s so rocked that she’s quivering and her breathing is still loud. “What… was… that?” she asks through gasps for air.
“That was a G-spot orgasm,” I chuckle. “You’ll be having a lot of those from here on out.”
A minute or so passes before she says, “I think my legs are still shaking.”
I grin. “Just imagine what we have to look forward to once we’re naked and on a bed.”
“Holy crap,” she murmurs. “I’m not sure my heart can take it. I’ve never…. That was…. I think I was outside my body for a second. I’ve never had an orgasm like that.”
Have I said this girl will be the death of me? Because she probably will.
What a way to go though.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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TYLER
“I WAS PATROLLING near the psycho’s apartment earlier, so I drove by and took a look at her place,” Ben announces as he strolls into my office.
Dropping into one of the two chairs facing my desk, he stretches his legs out, leans back, and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Did you see her?”
“What I saw was a For Rent sign in the window of her unit. The bitch split,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice.
The relief I feel knowing she’s gone is telling. I didn’t realize how much stress I’ve been holding onto about this until right now. Ninety-five percent of the relief is because I’m glad Ashley won’t have to deal with that goddamn bitch again.
“Thanks for checking. And thanks for going with me the other night too. It’s your quick thinking that got her to show her hand, which means you’re the reason Rita got on her broom and flew off.”
Throwing his head back, Ben laughs. “Honest to fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that psycho actually has a broom. She’s a textbook example of why thinking with your dick is a bad idea. Not for nothing, yours definitely had a set of beer goggles on where she was concerned, because she’s not all that. She’s about as subtle as a bull in a china shop, and she’s got one of the worst cases of PBF I’ve ever seen.”
“PBF?”
“Permanent bitch face,” he answers. “Some girls have resting bitch face, which typically has nothing to do with their overall disposition. Rita has permanent bitch face. Doesn’t matter if she’s laughing, smiling, or cussing a person out for calling her on her shit—the bitch is always there.”
He’s not wrong about that. Also, he’s probably right about why it’s never good to think with your dick.
“You played the recording of her psycho bullshit for everyone she mentioned, right?”
I grimace as I nod. “Yeah. Talk about uncomfortable. Luckily, most were relieved I brought it to them and that I told her to get the hell out of town.”
He cocks his head. “Most?”
“Judge Kahn was pissed as hell that we goaded Rita. I understand she doesn’t want people knowing that she cheated on her husband—with a woman, no less—but she has no business expecting everyone in this town to put up with Rita’s games and bullshit in order to keep her quiet.”
“Not to mention bitches like Rita are incapable of keeping shit to themselves,” Ben points out. “She was too easy to play, man. She’s not fuckin’ wrapped too tight, which means her emotions always get the better of her. The only thing to do with her is call her ass out and make her see she doesn’t hold any power. She’ll move right on to someone weaker and easier to manipulate. That’s what I think she’s doing now. We let her know her shit wasn’t going to fly, so she moved on.”
“I’m glad,” I admit.