“I thought you said you’ve waited long enough,” she challenges.
“You seem to think you’re in charge right now. You can have a turn. Just not yet. Not until I’ve made you come on my tongue. And my fingers. Then we’ll see.”
“Jesus,” she moans.
“Oh, trust me. He hasnothingto do with the things I’m about to do to you.” I run my middle finger along her slit, a growl rising in my throat at the feel of her silky heat. I inch my finger deeper, watching Corinne’s eyes flutter. Her head falls back to the mattress, lips parted.
I don’t even try to hold back the groan as I add a second finger and feel her stretch around me. “Fuck, baby.” I kiss her neck and trail my way down her body, swirling my tongue around her nipples. I have to fight the urge to make her come fast and hard. To ignore the greedy voice in my head that wants to hear her scream now.
I leave a path of faint bite marks covering Corinne’s breasts, ribs, and stomach. I’ve never felt the need to claim someone before her, but I sure as fuck feel it now. Every time I squeeze her skin between my teeth, she lets out a ragged moan, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
I should be worried about my job and her career, but I can’t be bothered. Not when my fingers are slipping in and out of her, making her squirm and whimper for more. We’ve officially crossed the line, anyway. There’s no going back. The fallout will be what it will be, but nothing is going to tear her away from me. Not now. Not ever.
Mine.
Mine.
MINE.
I nip at Corinne’s hip, and she cries out, hips jerking. I switch sides and do it again, just to see if it works on the other hip. She raises her hips and pushes on the top of my head, trying to inch me lower. I chuckle. “So impatient.”
“Wesley!” Corinne’s voice is plaintive as she moans my name.
“Yes, baby?” I curl my fingers up, petting just the right spot to make her pussy gush with arousal. Her juices coat my fingers and drip down my hand.
“That! Oh-God-keep-doing-that.” I grin, ducking my head to lick her clit. I lap at her, flicking my tongue over the sensitive nub. She tastes so fucking good. I can’t get enough. I push her knees toward her shoulders, my hands gripping the backs of her thighs, opening her up and spreading her pussy wide.
I suck that little nub between my lips, sucking and tugging and flicking at it with my tongue. Corinne buries a hand in my hair, tugging at the roots. Her other hand balls up, gripping the quilt and using it for leverage to rock her sweet pussy against my mouth.
“Please-don’t-stop-please-don’t-stop-please-don’t-stop!” she begs, hips jerking, pussy fluttering. I growl in my throat, shaking my head instead of answering her. My mouth is better occupied where it is.
“Wesley!” My name leaves her lips in a keening wail, fresh moisture coating my chin and hand. Her entire body contracts, vibrating with pleasure. The feel of her core, hot and wet, squeezing around my fingers is the single sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. My dick drips pre-cum, desperate for a turn.
10
CORINNE
“Fuck me,” I murmur, my body going limp. My head spins as I try to focus on the man kneeling between my thighs. Leaning up on my elbows, I give Wesley Napier what has to be the dopiest smile of all time.
“I told you to be patient,” he snarks, kissing my thigh before getting to his feet. He lays down next to me, the expression in his eyes adoring. It makes my heart flip-flop wildly in my chest.
He’s always been able to make my heart do that, but for the first time in four years, no sting follows it. I take a deep breath, my lungs expanding freely now that the painful acceptance of what I could never have is lifted.
Wesley kisses my fingertips, his breath warming me. The swirls and subtle ridges of his thumbprint tickle over my skin as he strokes my palm. He turns my hand over and strokes the smudge of ink on the outside of my palm. I glance up into his eyes, baffled. Why is he focusing on my perpetual ink stain?
“Do you know what I love?” He asks. I shake my head slowly, holding my breath. “I love the way you swear when you smudge a label.”
“Really?” I ask, scrunching up my nose. I hate it. Being a leftie kind of sucks. But Wes nods, the smile on his face breathtakingly handsome. I don’t know what it is, but he just leaves me in awe.
His dick twitches against my thigh, and he groans. “I’m sorry. He has a mind of his own when he’s near you.”
I laugh, but reach down, circling my hand around him. Air hisses through Wes’ teeth as he sucks in a breath. I rub small circles at the tip, spreading the slippery drop threatening to run down his length. The bone-deep contentedness I felt a moment ago vanishes, replaced with a hungry lust that almost catches me by surprise.
“Christ, that feels good, Corinne.” Wes weaves his fingers into my hair, pulling me in for a kiss. He takes my mouth like he owns it. I don’t know that I should love it, but I do. I run my thumb along the underside of his length, making it twitch again.
“It does that a lot, huh?” I smile against his lips.
“Only constantly. Why do you think I never stand up when you’re in the room?”