Page 136 of Crucible
I can’t even decide anymore if I hate the prick or not.
“It also reminds me that you owe me for all the hair products that have now taken over my bathroom.”
I’m suddenly unable to catch my breath. I’m fucking panting for whatever it is he’ll make me do. Only Thorin, Khalil, and Seth have the power to touch this part of me that craves this. “Okay.”
“Turn over and present your pussy for fucking.”
“What? Now?”
“Of course.”
“What will you do?”
“Do you care?”
I swallow hard as my stomach dips. “No.”
“Then turn. The fuck. Over.” He punctuates each command with a kiss on a different part of my body until I’m aching for what comes next.
I turn over onto my stomach, and it causes the flannel to ride up, exposing the bottom curve of my ass to Thorin’s gaze.
“Where are your panties, baby?”
“I didn’t wear any in case you wanted to…in case you wanted me,” I say shyly.
Thorin slips his hand under the hem of his shirt and sweeps his thumbs over the swell of my bottom. “You’re perfect. Have I told you that, songbird?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before demanding, “On your knees.”
I do as he says until my ass is in the air and my pussy is exposed to the room. I can feel the heat from the stove and Thorin’s gaze, and God, it makes me weep.
The bed shifts, and I feel him between my thighs.
“Khalil is going to kill me for this,” Thorin mumbles cryptically. “He wanted to be the first.” There is a pointed pause, and I grow impatient to the point of fisting the sheets to keep from snapping at him to hurry. Thorin notices and growls. “Fuck it. I can’t wait anymore.”
I wait for him to enter me without any thought as to what “first” he might be alluding to.
The last thing I expect to feel is Thorin’s mouth on me.
He’s lying on his back as he kisses his way up my inner thigh. It forces him to lift his head and then his shoulders off the bed by the time he reaches the crease between my upper thigh and lower lips.
“Thorin?”
I feel him biting into my thigh when I squirm. “Hold still, songbird. I’m going to eat this gorgeous cunt.”
Thorin kisses my thigh one last time, but his intent still doesn’t sink in until I feel his tongue flick my clit. I jump in surprise, arching away from his mouth, and Thorin slaps my ass in reprimand. “Do that again, and I’ll tie you down.”
I moan miserably, but I do not move again while Thorin tortures me with his mouth and tongue. I’m not sure I can ever get used to the sensation, but before long, I stop running from it.
Thorin rests his head on the bed again and drags me down with him by my hips until I’m sitting on his face. I panic a little at the idea of smothering him, and Thorin seems to read my mind, tightening his hold to keep me where I am.
“Jesus, Thorin.”
I have no choice but to hold on to the headboard while he works his tongue through my pussy without mercy. Each time I’m close to coming, Thorin shifts his attention away from my clit, and the edging starts all over again.
Suddenly, the room is too warm, too stifling.
Eyes barely open, I move my hands to Thorin’s flannel and quickly slip the buttons free until the panels part, and I can breathe again. The shirt slips from my shoulders and catches on my elbows, exposing me even more for Thorin’s gaze as he watches me from below.
My nipples are hard against my palms as I cup my breasts and ride his face. When I come, it is with a splintered and delirious cry.
