Ask Me Why(48)

Brance hitches one of my legs over his shoulder. In this position, I’m open to him for the taking. He blows out a slow breath against my exposed center. I shiver from the tease to that overly responsive area.

With the first swipe, I almost skyrocket out of my flip-flops. Brance chuckles against my slit.

“So sensitive.” He bands an arm around my lower back, fingers digging into my hip. I’m effectively trapped between the shelf and him. There’s no place I’d rather be.

His tongue is a sensual glide from my center to my clit. Holy whoa, I’ve missed this. But I don’t remember anything ever feeling this exquisite. He breaks away, a mere sliver of space. The mewl that spills from me sounds desperate.

Brance peers up from his crouched position on the floor. “No crying, okay?”

I huff. “That was a first time thing.”

His grip on me tightens. “It’s a damn mood killer.”

The need to laugh barrels into me. “And what do you call this?”

“A necessary discussion.”

“Trust me, there’s no threat of tears. If I happen to shed a few, it’ll be from sheer joy.” I scratch along his scalp, gripping fistfuls of that silky hair. I try to tug him into position, but he doesn’t budge.

He squints at me, scrounging for bullshit.

I motion around my temple. “Up top isn’t running the show. The goal is to only feel ecstasy. That’s where you come in handy.” I’ll say anything to get his mouth back on me.

A rumble rises from Brance’s chest. “Fuck yeah.”

He dives in and begins his assault. The attack is a brutal lashing that frays my control. I’m slipping off the edge already. Sparks shoot from my lower belly, spreading from head to toe. I’m going to come embarrassingly fast. That’ll stroke Brance’s ego. He’ll take that as a compliment, and I have no problem giving it. This man deserves a standing ovation for these skills. A spike of arousal hits me just considering what Brance can do with his dick. Hell, I’m likely to spontaneously climax from the sight alone.

Thoughts of what he’s packing down below evaporate when his speed kicks up another notch. Brance’s tongue is a tornado swirling around my clit. Faster and harder until my mind is spinning. My tether to the ground is unraveling at a rapid rate. The grip on his hair isn’t enough. I reach for his shoulders and hold on. He hits a particularly sensitive spot, and I let my jaw go slack.

“Oh, oh, yes. There, more. P-please don’t stop.” My babbling is just a murmur, but Brance groans and delves in deeper.

When he plunges a finger into me, I detonate instantly. A wash of color blasts behind my clenched eyelids. I chase the rainbow, soaring on its vibrant hues.

Holy fucking shit. How do I recover from this?

Brance brings me down gently, alternating between soft laps and delicate kisses. Meanwhile, I’m a trembling puddle in his capable grip. This guy is the master of oral sex.

As the pleasure ebbs from my veins, I glance down at him. He’s still perched on his soles below me. I attempt to brace for his reaction, but my muscles won’t cooperate. My shield is down, and I’m an easy target.

He lifts himself off the floor in one effortless move. His gaze never leaves mine. Brance is watching me, a sexy smirk lifting his glistening lips. Good Lord, he’s coated in me. Why’s that so hot?

I clear the dust from my throat. “If that’s how you celebrate, sign me up for all the parties.”

His husky chuckle sends aftershocks through my core. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“Oh, I do. Trust me on that.”

He licks me off his mouth. “You’re too fucking sweet.”

“Really?” I almost ask him to kiss me. “Hit the spot?”

Blue fire crackles at me. “Hardly. That wasn’t nearly enough.”

“It wasn’t?” My voice is more hoarse than I like.

“Not even close.”

I curl my fingers into a fist. “Can I, uh, return the favor?”

Brance lowers his brow. “No.”

The breath stalls in my lungs. “What? Why?”

“Fuck getting just a taste. I want the five-course meal. I want you naked and spread out, no damn clothes in my way.” He tugs on my tee.

“O-okay?”

“I won’t be your pity fuck,” he growls.

The idea is laughable. “If anyone’s being pitied, it’ll be me.”

He snorts. “Pity is the furthest thing I feel for you.”

“Good, we’re still even.”

Brance dips his chin. “You using me to forget?”

I huff. “That’s not possible. Are you doing this out of guilt?”

“As fucking if.”

“Sounds settled to me.”

“The sooner you’re naked beneath me, the better.”

“When?” I slide one finger over another, hoping for right this second.

“Now.”

A chorus of applause erupts inside my chest. I wrack my brain for possible options. “There’s a recliner in the storage room.”

Brance grunts. “We’ll need a bed. Where do you live?”

I point toward the street. “About ten minutes away.”

His grin speaks of secrets between the sheets. “Take me to your house. We’re gonna test your mattress springs.”