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“I’ve wanted to do this from the first second I saw you,” he murmurs before his lips crash down onto mine in such a forceful, dominating way I instantly moan. My fingers thread into his hair, thick and soft and long enough to grip. He tastes like tequila and desire, and I’m intoxicated by it.
I haven’t been kissed in two months and it was just a random guy in a random bar a few nights after I moved out of my ex’s. A guy I forgot about the second after the condom came off. He was my get under someone new to get over someone old, and he didn’t quite do the trick well enough.
He sure as hell didn’t kiss me the way Callan is. All tongue and lips with occasional teeth.
Hot.
His kisses are hot.
His breath pants against my mouth while his hands roam the curves of my hips, all the way up along my ribs, so his fingers can tickle the sides of my breasts. He growls at the soft feel of them through my shirt since I’m not wearing a bra and then he dives back into my mouth, consuming me until I have to push him back to catch my breath.
Dark and hooded eyes, barely visible in the almost blackness of the office, hold mine.
“Let’s see how wild I can make you.”
He drops to his knees in front of me and I gasp. His hands slide up under my shirt, squeezing my bare breasts. I tremble and sigh as he runs the rough pads of his thumbs over my hard nipples. I don’t have the biggest breasts in the world, but the way he’s touching me, it’s as if his hands can’t get enough of them.
His mouth licks and nips at my belly, pulling at the button of my jeans with his teeth. I laugh lightly when he slips off without undoing it only to be punished by a hard squeeze to my tits. He gets the button undone, followed by the zipper, and then his hands are on my hips, dragging my jeans down. One flipflop hits the floor and he’s helping me to pull one leg free.
Deft fingers slide into the sides of my panties and then my free leg is out of that too, the satin hanging limply around my other ankle along with my jeans.
My nails scratch his scalp, anxious for his mouth on me. I’m dripping at the thought of it. At that skilled tongue doing wicked things to me. At how I didn’t have to ask or shove his head down. This is the reason he brought me in here.
He wants to do this.
A stranger on his knees in an office of a restaurant is about to eat me out and I’m about to let him.
“I hope you’re good at this,” I tease, needing to defuse the sharp tension. He hasn’t touched me since he undressed me from the waist down. He’s been silent, stroking my belly and breasts, and, well, staring at my pussy, I guess.
I swallow air in giant gulps.
His head tilts up and I can just make out the lines of his face and the sparkle of his eyes. “Baby girl, I’m a fucking master at this. I’m about to eat you so good, my tongue in your pretty cunt is all you’ll be able to think about for the rest of the night until I give you my cock later.”
Ho-ly-shit! What on earth have I gotten myself into?
“I don’t know about all that nice guy stuff when you say things like that.”
“Me either.” Without wasting another second, he grasps the back of my knee and places it on his shoulder, exposing me to him. He leans in and inhales me, the scent of my arousal tearing a groan from him that I feel in my bones. My fingers rip at his hair and my thoughts scramble. It’s insanely fucking intimate and a lot and it turns me on like nothing ever has before.
His hand wraps around me, clutching my ass and pressing me deeper into him, holding me exactly where he wants me. The flat of his tongue licks from my opening up to my clit where it then swirls around and around. I cry out only to stifle the sound by biting into my lip. It turns into a loud whimper only to become a full-fledged moan when he slides two fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re fucking soaked, beautiful. And goddamn delicious.”
I can’t speak. I can’t do anything other than hold onto him while I mindlessly grind into a stranger’s face and take in everything he’s doing to me. The way his fingers are pumping in and out of me, angled to hit that perfect spot on my inner wall. The way his tongue flicks and his lips suck on my clit. Everything he’s doing is pure magic. Spinning me up higher and higher into euphoric bliss.
I writhe against him, holding his head in place as I fuck his mouth and face and fingers. It’s wet and noisy and there is a restaurant full of people just beyond the door. That only seems to turn me on more. His tongue and lips focus on my clit, and I rub against him, needing more, so damn close I can feel the heat of it licking at my skin and coiling low in my belly.
A spring ready to snap and be set free.
“I need it,” I gasp as he pumps me harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Then take it.” His lips latch onto my pulsing clit, and he sucks it straight into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, and I explode. Flickers of prismed light glitter behind my eyes. I clench around his fingers, rolling my hips into him, and quivering uncontrollably. My knee threatens to give out on me, buckling and forcing the hand he had on my ass to grasp my hip to hold me up.
He continues to lap at me, licking me until the last of the waves subside. Lowering my foot to the ground, he helps me back into my underwear, jeans, and flip-flops. I’m useless, just standing here watching him like some voyeur and having an out-of-body experience that I only want more of.
He stands, licking his lips and wiping at his chin with the back of his fingers, only to lick those clean as well. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness by this point, and I stare at him, dazed and a bit confused, and totally giddy and high.
“We should get back to our table,” he says and a laugh bursts from my chest.
