Page 169 of Before You Fell

The pleasure hits me. My hips chase his mouth, chasing more. His fingers curl inside me, pressing that spot that makes my vision blur, while his tongue works my clit.

He adds another finger, stretching me open while his mouth never stops. He draws a moan from me and I have no dignity left to be ashamed of.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Let me feel you.”

His fingers curl deeper.

“Oh… God.”

He looks up at me from between my thighs.

The alpha fuckboy is there—smug, filthy, and absolutely certain he can ruin me better than any man alive.

“Phoenix,” I breathe.

“Yeah. Say it again.”

“Phoenix.”

“Fuck, I love that.” His fingers pump into me, curling at the end and hitting that spot that makes my toes curl. “My name sounds so much better when you’re this close.”

I am close. Embarrassingly close. And he knows.

I can tell by the way he builds me up to the edge, his tongue and fingers working together until my thighs are shaking and my breath is gone.

Then he just stops. He pulls his fingers out and presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh.

My head lifts. “Phoenix.”

“What?” His smile is pure evil.

“I was close.”

“I know.”

“You’re an asshole.”

He gives my clit one lazy lick and my whole body jolts. “But I’m an asshole with excellent timing.”

He does it again, more slowly this time, and then stops again.

“Phoenix.”

“Hmm?”

“I swear to God—”

“You swear to God what, Wills?” He blows hot air onto my pussy, teasing me. “Use your words, Wills.”

“I want—”

“Yeah?” Another feather-light lick, gone before I can chase it. “What do you want?”

I’m actually going to fucking kill him.

“More.”

“More what?” His lips brush my inner left thigh. Then the right one. Everywhere except where I am dying for his mouth to be. “Be specific.”