Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)(67)
“Good girl.” He hums with approval. “You’re doing so well for me.”
His focus stays glued to me, intently watching my reaction as his fingers pump in and out, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit. My breaths turn shaky, and the rest of the room fades away.
With a few more strokes of his skilled fingers, I’m at the top of a rollercoaster staring down at the drop below. I look at him helplessly, teetering on the brink of no return.
“Just like that, baby. Show me what you’re going to do to my cock when we get home.”
White-hot pleasure crashes over me, and I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from crying out. My orgasm ebbs and flows, seemingly going on forever before it finally fades out. When it becomes too much and I’m fully sated, my hand flies to grasp his under the table, halting him.
“What do you know?” He gently withdraws his fingers and dips his head, kissing my cheek. “You came before dessert did.”
CHAPTER 24
FUCK-ME HEELS
TYLER
Is it possible to be fuckdrunk prior to having fucked? Neither of us had more than one drink, yet we’re both acting completely inebriated. Just driving home was a challenge for me.
Tugging open the front door, I hold it for Seraphina to enter first. My cock stiffens at the scent of her perfume in the air as she brushes by. I’m so hard I can’t see straight, and she’s barely even touched me.
I turn to hang up our coats, and she trips on a stray shoe sitting on the entry mat.
My free arm shoots out to keep her upright. “You okay, Tink?”
For once, she looks legitimately bashful. “You’ve got me too worked up to balance. I need to sit down and take these off before I break an ankle.” She points to her glossy black heels. They’re fuck-me shoes, and she knew exactly what she was doing when she wore them tonight.
Before she can lower herself onto the hallway bench, I slowly walk her backward until she’s pressed against the wall. Taking her wrists in my hands, I pin them above her head as my lips capture hers. A soft, breathy laugh of surprise escapes before she angles her head, kissing me back. Her soft tongue sweeps against mine, the taste of her mixing with traces of chocolate from dessert, and an involuntary growl rumbles in my chest. I meant what I said about kissing her. It’s one of my favorite things.
Dipping my head, I trail my nose along the side of her throat, inhaling her scent. Fuck. There are countless things I want to do, but I know exactly where I’m going to start.
“I’ll get your shoes.”
Seraphina giggles. “You don’t have to.”
I gently bite the flesh where her neck meets her shoulder. “I want to.”
My palms drag down the sides of her body, shaping to the dip of her waist and the swell of her hips, moving lower until I come to kneel before her. She leans against the wall and shifts her weight to one foot, offering the other to me. It’s familiar in some ways, yet dramatically different in others.
Lowering my mouth to her calf, I place a soft kiss along her skin before I unfasten each buckle and set aside both heels. Then I push up the fabric of her black dress to expose her bare lower half. A groan echoes in my throat at the sight of her pretty pussy on display for me.
“Because last time…” I nudge her legs wider, kissing and nibbling my way up her inner thigh. Her breath hitches, her body tensing with anticipation when I stop short of where she wants me most. “…I couldn’t do this.”
My mouth closes over her center, and I lick her in one long, languid stroke. Seraphina cries out, sinking her fingers into my hair.
“Oh, fuck.” Her head rolls back, and her purse falls from her other hand.
She trembles as I swirl her clit with my tongue, slipping two fingers inside her tight, wet heat. I stroke her walls, working in perfect rhythm with my mouth until she’s a begging, shaking mess above me.
As she gets close to coming, she gets even wetter, dripping with sweet, heady arousal. My dick hardens until it verges on painful, and I’m torn between the need to sink inside of her and never wanting this moment to end.
Hips swaying, she grinds against my face, tugging harder on my hair. I read her cues, keeping pace with the way she’s moving against me, and with a few more lashes of my tongue, she utters a mix of breathy pleas and needy whimpers as she goes over the edge.
I ease her down gradually, giving her one soft, final lick before I rise to stand. Seraphina sags against the wall, pliant in my arms. Supporting her weight, I bring my mouth to hers and wedge my knee between her legs. A desperate moan escapes her lips as my thigh rubs against her sensitive, swollen clit.
“Ty.” Her pelvis tips forward, instinctively seeking more. “I’m going to make a mess all over your pants.”
“Good.” I press harder because that’s an incentive if I’ve ever heard one.
“Let’s go to my room,” she begs. “Please.”
Smoothing my palms down her bare backside, I hoist her up and wrap her legs around me, carrying her down the hall. I turn on her bedside lamp, then lower her onto the mattress. She blinks up at me, her heart-shaped lips slightly parted. It’s the most gorgeous fucking sight.
Her slender fingers trail down my chest and travel past my belt, gripping me over my pants. I grunt, the muscles in my abdomen tensing. The effect she has on me is unreal.