Page 151
Stop dragging it out, you bastard.
“Hm?”
The single syllable was scolding and patronising in equal measure, the tone making my core clench around nothing.
I opened my mouth to answer, but the words on the tip of my tongue broke on a keening cry of pleasure as his middle finger slid home.
“Nnngh—f-fuck!” My back arched clean off the side of the cabin.
His other hand splayed over my lower abdomen, pinning me in place. His elbow hooked around my quivering thigh, but his eyes alone might have been enough to hold me down.
“Perfect,” he rasped, the sound so low, the vibration thrummed all the way to my core.
Stretching the anticipation until my insides whined, he paused, lips hovering so close, his hot breath brushed my clit, gaze sizzling into mine.
His finger curled just right, sliding in and out and stroking bone-deep pleasure into me, drawing out obscenely wet sounds as well as broken, whispered moans.
My lids pulled heavy and my vision spotted at the edges, but my eyes wouldn’t snap away from his face.
“Finally.”
His voice trembled on the word, and then his mouth closed around my clit in a wet, ruthless suckle.
White-hot pleasure seared behind my eyelids, and my moan of his name dragged on, until it broke into a sob.
Chapter forty-six
Josh
Fuuuuuck.
The air punched out of my lungs as her taste coated my tongue, and her quiver reverberated from her thigh into my shoulder. I didn’t know which cut me at my knees more: the wet squelch of her pussy clenching around my fingers, her needy, intoxicating sounds, or the way she gazed at me, like she was both about to pass out and unable to look away.
I slid my finger out of her heat—only for a moment, but of course she whined—before I silenced her by licking a slow stripe along her slit, then another, needing to taste her more, to bury myself inside her.
My cock gave an eager, impatient little twitch I ignored.
“Haah—nngh,” she panted, eyes glazed over completely.
Her hair was a mess where she’d tossed and squirmed under me, and her flush had spread to the tips of her nipples.
I wanted to frame it.
Humming in approval, my mouth closed around her clit again and sucked as my finger slid back inside her, curling with every stroke, searching for the perfect rhythm, for all the hidden, responsive spots.
Her arousal thickened in the air between us like smoke until it was all I could smell: sweet, musky, and beyond addicting.
With every lick and suck, I sank deeper and deeper into a twisted addiction, until she’d surely have to pry me off her.
“Josh—ahh!” she gasped, my name breaking into a delicious little moan as her thighs twitched around my head and her fingers bit into my shoulder, leaving bruises.
Fuck me sideways—
That’s gotta be my favourite way she says it.
“Nnngh—d-don’t stop,” she panted, chest heaving with erratic breaths. Her head snapped back, the muscles in her neck straining with a mewl she wouldn’t let spill.
I hummed on her pussy in agreement, the sound nearly lost under the wet suckle of my mouth.
