Page 42 of Cruel Shame

“You’re going to run your tongue over it until I climax.”

He nodded. “How?”

“What?” I snarled.

“Up and down, side to side, or round and round in circles?”

“How about you surprise me,” I replied through clenched teeth. “If I sound like I’m enjoying it, keep going until I cum.”

“How will I know if—”

“Kendrick!” I hissed.

“Very well,” he said with a huff. “Don’t say I didn’t ask for more guidance.”

I flopped down on the pillows, all traces of relaxed anticipation replaced by prickling annoyance. How could someone endowed with Maxwell’s physical beauty end up so uptight? How could he have not picked up something from his bloody twin and best friend? Or from watching porn?

A ghost of a concussion pulsed behind my left ear, and I squeezed my eyes shut. He probably just had a funny way of expressing his nervousness.

The tip of his tongue grazed my clit, and I exhaled a relieved breath. Finally!

Kendrick pulled back, his warm breath making my core muscles pulse, and then he made a slow trail back from the tip of my clit to its base. A lightning bolt of pleasure skittered through my insides, making my breath catch.

“How was that?” he whispered.

“Perfect. Keep going.”

He paused for several heartbeats, perhaps studying my reaction. I didn’t dare open my eyes in case that triggered another round of annoying comments or questioning.

After what felt like a full minute, the tip of Kendrick’s tongue swirled around my clit. This time, a tiny cyclone of ecstasy spiraled through my core, making me gasp. Then he paused again. I clenched my teeth and forced myself not to meet his eyes.

I counted five heartbeats before Kendrick swept his tongue from side to side, which only gave me a slight tingle. Before I could see if it would build up to a frenzy, he stopped again.

He drew back, withdrawing his warmth. “Based on physical reaction, the circular movement seemed to have the greatest effect, yet you were more vocal when I swept my tongue up and down. What is your conclusion?”

“You can alternate.” I tried to keep the impatience out of my voice.

“Very well.”

Kendrick parted my thighs again and swept his tongue from my hot core, up the length of my slit, and over my nub. A shockwave of pleasure slammed into my body, tearing a moan from my lips.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I whispered under my breath.

He swept his tongue down again, with more pressure on my clit, making me shudder. After that, Kendrick limited his strokes to that sensitive bundle of nerves, lapping, teasing, keeping at that pace until my thighs clamped around his head, locking him in place.

My throat grew parched from all the panting, and I trembled and clenched under that tongue. If he continued like this, I would climax in minutes. The pads of my fingers dug into his muscled shoulders. How the hell could he be so talented?

Kendrick paused. “Do you want me to—”

“Keep going,” I cried.

He switched to the swirling movement, each rotation of his tongue making my core muscles tighten and spasm around nothing. A moan tore from my lips. I wanted more, needed it.

“Please,” I said with a gasp. “Stick your fingers inside me.”

“One or two?” he asked from between my folds.

“Anything.”