Page 53 of Cruel Hearts

“If you so much as film this or—”

His firm lips descended on mine in a kiss that curled my toes. “I won’t venture anywhere you don’t invite me, and I’ll let you check me for hidden cameras.”

The cogs in my head turned. This was my chance for revenge. I could set up a smartphone and record him doing something lewd, but the thought of his tongue between my legs set my pulse racing.

“Alright,” I said.

Orlando’s expression dropped. “What?”

I grabbed his hand. “Come upstairs.”

In the blink of an eye, he had my feet off the ground and my legs around his waist. Excitement made my heart lurch, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I stared into his mischievous, hazel eyes. “What’s this?”

Orlando grinned. “Taking you upstairs before you change your mind.”

* * *

He pinned me against the wall with his hard body. I rested my arms on his broad shoulders and let him plunder my mouth. Each stroke of his tongue against mine made my core muscles clench and spasm—I needed him that much.

Somehow, we made it up the stone staircase. With a few murmured directions, I led him to my bedroom. Moonlight streaming through my net curtains illuminated the way to my double bed, its white covers glowing in the semi-darkness.

“Take my tights off,” I murmured into the kiss.

Without missing a beat, Orlando maneuvered us to the four-poster with me clinging onto him like a lust-struck koala. After laying me on my back and straddling my thighs, he ran his large, warm palms under my skirt and moaned. “You have the nicest legs and ass.”

I grinned. “All the better to clamp around your head while you’re sucking on my clit.”

He groaned. “You always know the right thing to say.”

A laugh bubbled up to my throat, and I raised my hips off the bed. “Get to work.”

“Yes, Miss.” Orlando hooked his fingers under my tights and the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. “I want to eat you out until you squirt.”

Cool air from a tiny gap I’d left in the window circulated around the bare skin of my lower half. Right then I felt exposed, which only added to my excitement. “I can’t make any promises.”

He eased off my regulation loafers then pulled the tights and panties off my feet. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for weeks.”

“Now’s your chance.” I parted my thighs.

Orlando knelt between my spread legs, his breath catching. “Can I turn on the light—”

“You’re already getting an eyeful,” I snapped.

“Of course.” The warmth of his breathy whisper fanned against my folds as he bent close. “This is more than enough.”

Orlando’s lips pressed against my sensitive flesh, making pleasure ripple through my core. I arched my back and moaned. Shit, being deprived of sex sure made a girl oversensitive.

He ran his tongue down to my opening and lapped at the moisture. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

I bit down on my lip, holding back another moan. The only big head I wanted on a man was the one at the end of his erection.

After licking me clean, that clever tongue meandered up to my engorged clit, which pulsed and twitched with each lapping stroke. It was enough to make me shudder.

“You like that?” he muttered.

“Do it again.” I wrapped my legs around his head, keeping him in place.