Page 47 of Feline Good

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Health code violations.”

He let out a short laugh before nodding and picking her up, his hands comfortably gripping her ass as he walked them from the kitchen to the office by the back door. Maya kissed at his neck and collarbone, sucking and tasting his skin as he sat her on the desktop. With a sweep of his arm, he cleared the surface, sending the few, very organized papers fluttering around the room. In the moment, she didn’t even care that he’d just messed up her filing system.

Loosening her hold on him, she continued leaving her marks on his neck before lifting his shirt, tracing the hills and valleys of his abs as she did so. Maya wasn’t afraid to admit it— she was lucky as fuck. Her men were hot as hell, and they were all hers. He rid himself of his shirt by gripping it behind his head and pulling it over, in that simple, sexy movement that women just couldn’t emulate.

Sensation zinged through her as her pierced nipples brushed across his chest; he leaned down to kiss her once, before a single palm placed between her breasts pushed her back. The desk was clean after August’s attempts, just a few spare papers rustling as she laid back. Her meticulous filing system kept her desk nice and tidy, most of the time. Turns out it was good for more than just keeping her sanity.

Although that was questionable, as August leaned down to tease and lick at her nipples. That in itself drove her wild, and she told him so with a low moan. Inspired by her sounds, he took the ring piercing her nipple between his teeth and tugged just the slightest, enough for her to whimper at the intensity of the sensation.

It dawned on her the amount of trust she held for August that she didn’t freeze up in that moment. Instead, she reveled in the sexy triumph of his auburn gaze as his tongue flicked out to tease the pink peaks. He was watching for her reaction, making sure not to tug too hard, and she loved him all the more for—

What?

Maya, much to her own surprise, kept the shock off her face at the realization. Taking the emotion, she balled it up and stuffed it to the back of her mind like a paper ball for her to pick up and smooth out later. For now, she let the butterflies flutter and her breath catch at the look in August’s eyes, almost as if he knew the thought had run through her head.

August released her nipple with a smirk, the soft pop sexy in its own right. His mouth moved across her flesh, his palm flattening her back to the desk as he trailed kisses down her stomach. When he reached her stomach, she giggled and jerked when he teased a sensitive spot on her left side. Arching a brow at her, he silently asked for clarification.

“It tickles,” she stated with a shrug.

His eye roll was equal parts cute and sexy as he continued his leisurely teasing. Her pussy clenched when he slipped a finger from each hand into the side of her jeans, teasing the skin that he met. Sliding them around to the front, he unsnapped the button and slowly, like a show of its own, he unzipped the zipper, the snick of each metal tooth audible over their quiet breaths.

Maya practically kicked the jeans off, frustrated with his slow and easy game. He chuckled at her impatience, but she just reached for him, planning to kiss him stupid and seduce him faster.

Shaking his head, he pushed her back down to the desk before sending her a wicked smirk, placing his mouth right above her covered pussy and blowing a stream of hot air across the flesh of her thighs. Her heart pounded, eyes wide as his lips grazed and traced the line of her black panties, stopping once he reached the waistband. An actual purr rippled across her skin as he used his teeth to catch the fabric and slip them down her thighs. Once he caught sight of her wet pussy, Maya could see all the teasing was over from the dark look in his eyes.

His knees slammed against the wood floor, and she winced as he knelt down, tearing her panties off in one smooth motion with his hands to get to what he really wanted. He kissed the insides of her thighs, and her sympathy quickly turned to something darker and more sensual. As his lips drifted closer to where she wanted them most, his hands reached under her thighs to tug her forward on the desk, until his hot breath skimmed across her lips as she draped her legs over his shoulders.

August licked one long swipe up her center, the sensation enough for her back to arch off the desk. When he instantly stopped, she lifted her head up to ask why, but his hoarse words stopped her.

“You’re so addictive, Maya.”

If she hadn’t already been wet, she surely would have melted into a puddle at that moment. Before she could respond, he nuzzled back into her core and lapped at her like a man starved.

Parting her slick folds, he laved her with his tongue, centering on her clit and teasing until she thought she would lose all control, her hips rocking of their own accord. It wasn’t long until she approached the edge, when he suddenly pulled away. Maya groaned in protest, opening her eyes to glare at him, only to find a cocky smile beaming back at her. His amber eyes twinkled with mischief as he planted his palm between her breasts, the slightest pressure keeping her back flat to the surface beneath her.

So that’s how he’s playing.

Playing with her is too much fun.

August smirked to himself when he saw the frustration in her gaze before he placed a kiss on the very inside of her thigh, his nose barely grazing her labia. Just for the hell of it, he nipped at her flesh, pulling a cute yelp from her.

He knew she’d had enough when her hand twisted in his hair and pulled him back to her core. With a dark chuckle, he obeyed, more than happy he was able to affect her so. Her breathy sigh pulled up a deep contentment within himself, so he decided to stop teasing her.

His cock was rock-hard anyway, leaking precum and begging him to find release. It seemed to throb in time to Maya’s moans and gasping breaths, both music to his ears.

But Maya was his fucking girl, whether she knew it or not; she came first, literally. Yeah, August might have been a virgin up until recently, but he’d taken notes. He wasn’t into denying himself, so it wasn’t like he left the room every time she’d decided to work out a little frustration. He’d learned what she liked.

It wasn’t only just having watched though— although that was part of it now. He studied her reactions to what he did. Like when he sealed his lips around her clit and flicked his tongue back and forth, he knew she loved it because her thighs would shake and her legs would tighten around his shoulders. Her breath would hitch, as if she were trying to pull the sensation closer— will herself over the peak. But it was when she pulled in a deep breath, her chest rising with the slow inhale, and one hand clenching the edge of the desk, the other tightening in his hair, that he knew she was almost there.

Gliding his attention down, he tongued her core, her sweet cream decadent on his tongue. He replaced his tongue with his finger, her walls contracting around the digit, while he focused his attention back on her clit.

Her other hand released its grip on his hair, slamming down onto the desk to give her leverage to move her hips against his face. He would have grinned if he wasn’t busy doing other things.

“August— fuck, I—”

With a cry, she came as he curled his finger against her front wall, her voice echoing around the office. As her hips undulated against him, he worked her through it, waiting until she tapped his shoulder to signal she was too sensitive.

Sitting back, he couldn’t keep the smug grin off his face as he studied the flush on her chest, the glazed look in her beautiful eyes, and the way her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath.