Page 168 of Before You Fell

He moves to the other breast and gives it the same attention. His tongue traces circles, his teeth graze just enough to make me jerk, and his mouth sucks until I am pulling his hair without meaning to and making sounds I have no dignity left to be embarrassed by.

“Fuck, Wills,” he mutters against my skin. “You have no idea how you sound.”

I pull his hair more forcefully causing him to smile against my breast.

“Careful. You keep doing that and I’m going to start thinking you like hurting me.”

“I do,” I tell him.

His teeth gently scrape over my nipple and I jerk hard against him.

“Good,” he says, voice rough, low, and completely wrecked. “Because I deserve it.”

His mouth moves lower, down my ribs and stomach. Each kiss is open and wet. His stubble drags roughly against my skin. His breath is warm against every inch of me before his lips follow, leaving a trail my body tracks with embarrassing desperation.

I look down at him and see him watching me from between my thighs. He looks like sin on his knees, somehow more dangerous for being there.

“You are beautiful,” he says and his mouth twists as if the truth annoys him for coming too close to tenderness. “Always have been. Even when you were glaring at me across rehearsal rooms. Even when you were breaking my fucking heart and I was too stupid to realize that was what the pain was.”

For a moment, I can’t breathe.

“Open,” he says, his voice dropping low and sexy. “Show me that pussy.”

“Phoenix.”

“Open for me, Wills.” His hands slide along my inner thighs, spreading them slowly, thumbs tracing against my skin inches from where I’m already slick and aching. “I want to see how wet you are for me. Want to see that pretty pussy before I put my mouth on it.”

I obey his command and his eyes grow dark.

“Wider.”

My breath shakes but I do it. I let him see all of me. Bare, wet, and swollen. I let him see my pussy glistening in the morning light.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his breath hitting me right where I need his mouth. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard and then I’m going to do it again, because I have a lot of bad behavior to make up for and your pussy is my favorite apology.”

His lips brush over my clit, barely there, a whisper of contact that makes my whole body jolt. Then his tongue slides through me.

A sharp cry tears out of my throat causing Phoenix to groan against my pussy. The vibration of it moves through me and then his tongue circles around my clit. Not fast. Not giving me what I want yet. Just slow, wet circles that drag every nerve ending awake until my hand reaches out and fists his hair as my thighs try to close around his head.

But he doesn’t let them. His hands hold me open, fingers pressing hard into my inner thighs, keeping me spread and exposed while his tongue works me over with maddening precision. Just the tip of his tongue over my clit until I am pulling his hair so hard he groans into me.

But the groaning makes it worse. So much worse.

He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, gentle at first, then harder, his tongue still moving underneath, and the combination rips a sound out of me that I have no name for. My hips chase his mouth and my thighs shake against his hands. My pussy is slick and swollen. He knows it, feels it, tastes it, and uses every single piece of that information against me without mercy.

He slides one finger inside me while his mouth stays on my clit.

My back arches off the floor.

“Fuck yeah,” he says against me, his finger curling, finding that spot with infuriating precision.

The smug bastard smiles with his mouth on my cunt and the arrogance of it should make me kick him.

Instead I pull his hair harder.

His groan vibrates against my clit and my whole body clenches around his fingers in response.

“Keep making those fucking sexy noises,” he says, then sucks my clit back into his mouth.