Page 54 of Cruel Hearts

With a chuckle, Orlando lapped harder.

“That’s it.” Bucking my hips, I wove my fingers into his hair.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, the warmth of his breath puffing over my folds.

I moaned with anticipation of his next move. Orlando didn’t disappoint. The tip of his tongue swirled around my clit, sending pleasant shudders down my inner thighs. My core muscles clenched around nothing, waiting to be filled. I needed more—two fingers or a nice, juicy dick.

Round and round he went with that tongue, each stroke trailing a stream of ecstasy that submerged me in a state of bliss. My breath came in shallow pants, and I squeezed my eyes shut, focussing on that relentless, wet organ.

Orlando groaned. “Lilah.”

I panted in response and tilted my hips to deepen the sensations.

He drew back and stared at my sex. “You’re so beautiful.”

A flush burned my cheeks. Maybe the moonlight made everything seem more romantic, but no one had ever complimented me on having a pretty pussy.

I gave him a pat on the head. “Less sweet-talking, more sweet licking.”

“Mmmmm!” His lips crashed down on my folds, and his tongue lapped at my clit as though he was trying to lick it out of existence.

Pleasure. It pulsed through that bundle of nerves, setting off a chain of explosions of ecstasy around my core, my belly, my thighs, and nipples. I clapped my free hand over my mouth, not wanting to dissolve into a puddle of crying need.

Shit, that boy knew what to do with his mouth. A little voice in the back of my head wondered if he had pleasured Elizabeth in this way, but I shoved it aside.

Heat built between my legs. It spread up my torso, making the cotton of my shirt hot and itchy. My nerve endings cried out to tear off my clothing, to tear off Orlando’s, but I clenched my teeth and focussed on the sensations of his talented tongue.

“Fuck, Lilah,” he said between licks. “You taste so good.”

A whimper reverberated in my throat. If he continued like this, I would melt into a puddle of liquid Lilah.

Pleasure built up behind my clit, pushing against it like a battering ram. My hips shuddered under his ministrations. Orlando held me in place, lapping at me like a man starved.

My nipples hardened to the point of pain. Sweat broke out across my brow. Every nerve ending tightened my skin into goosebumps. I wavered on that precipice, sighing, panting, moaning, needing release.

Orlando chuckled. “I can’t wait until the day you let me fuck you.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked between panting breaths. “What makes you think that will ever happen?”

He clamped his lips around my clit and sucked, the intensity of it breaking an invisible barrier. Without meaning to, a scream tore from my throat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over my self-control.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” This was the last time I’d let myself go so long between orgasms. I’d lost the ability to speak and had turned into a Pokemon. Apparently, I was called Oh and had yet to graduate to squirting attacks. “Oh!”

“That good, huh?” Orlando rose from between my legs and grinned.

“Let me return the favor.” I’d get him nice and hard then ride him to the sunrise.

He shook his head and pressed a Lilah-scented kiss on my lips. “I’ve already taken care of myself.”

“You wanked?”

“Told you. I just wanted to give you pleasure.”

My brows drew together. This wasn’t anything like Mr. Secret-Incriminating-Sex-Tape from last term. Or the guy who had demanded a spit roast and wanted to jizz on my face in a nightclub.

“I hope we can do this again soon.” He stood, zipped up his pants, and headed for the door.

Scrambling up to sit, I stared at his broad back. The faint traces of moonlight streaming through the windows brought out the golden highlights in his curls. Did he want me to chase him? It was rare for a guy to leave after getting a girl all lubed and ready to fuck.