Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)(83)

“That night was a mistake,” she mutters, eyes volleying back and forth from mine to my lips.

“And the one at my cabin? When I came so fucking deep inside you that you smelled like me for days? What was that?”

“Lapse in judgment, you psycho.”

“I’m only a psycho where you’re concerned. You bring it out in me.” My nose dips, brushing her hair, and my grip on the wall slackens slightly. “If you only knew the things I want to do to Caleb, just for daring to speak to you.”

She swallows; I hear the gulp work down her throat, feel the echo as it zings to my dick, straining obscenely against my zipper.

“What kind of things?”

Satisfaction weaves around my insides like a glittering tapestry. “You wanna know how I’d hurt your friend?”

“I don’t want you to hurt him,” she insists, though her gaze travels down to my lips again, and then back as she says it. “But—”

Stepping in, I let my hands drift to her hips, and then I’m spinning her, pushing her body into the wall with my hips. She sucks in a sharp breath, her spine going rigid.

I’d believe she’s afraid, if not for the way her ass seeks purchase against my groin, jutting back like she can’t even help herself.

Dipping my head, I let my mouth scrape the shell of her ear, reveling in the way her breathing stutters in return.

“But what, pretty girl?” She shivers, and my hands snake around to her ass, bunching in the fabric of her dress, tugging it up. “Do you like hearing about how miserable seeing you with him makes me? How I’ve gotten off some nights to the thought of him bleeding out in front of me?”

“Jesus,” she whispers, folding her mouth together as my fingers drift between her legs. I swipe over her center once, feeling how hot and needy she is even through her tights, and then claw at the material. “I think something’s wrong with you.”

A single pull has the cotton ripping at the seam, exposing her, and she makes a little noise in the back of her throat that has me palming my dick, trying to keep it from exploding already.

“The only thing wrong with me is that I’m not currently suffocating with your thighs wrapped around my head.”

Kicking at her feet so she spreads farther, I drop to my knees, running my fingers over the swell of her ass before delving between her folds.

“Put your hands on the wall and bend over, pretty girl.”

She hesitates. “Caleb’s right outside—”

“Good. He can listen to me tongue fuck you in this dirty bathroom.”

After a breath, she obeys, presenting her sopping cunt like the filthy, sex-starved girl she is. I exhale and grip both cheeks, leaning in to run my tongue from one hole to the next.

“Aiden,” she hisses.

“When I said I wanted to see all of you, I meant all of you. Now, be quiet and let me enjoy my meal, or I’ll find something to gag you with.”

The puckered aperture in the valley of her ass contracts, and I grin, glancing up as her forehead slumps against the wall.

“Do you like the sound of that, pretty girl? Want me to stuff your mouth full, so you can’t lie about how bad you want this?”

Diving back in before she can answer, I lap at her sodden cunt, savoring the tang of her desire as it dissolves on my tongue. My nose bumps her asshole as I spear my tongue and thumb inside of her, curling up to massage her inner walls.

She bucks, tiny whimpers punctuating the backward grind of her hips, seeking more.

More, more, more.

It’s the singular thought repeating in my mind as I take, tasting and licking and thrusting with my fingers, my face, my entire being.

This isn’t a feast—it’s a devouring.

That’s the only way to describe the surge of hunger sweeping through me, collecting at the base of my spine as my cock pulses, desperate to sink inside her.

My mouth and fingers seem to be everywhere at once, and somehow that still isn’t quite enough. She appears to teeter on the precipice, caught somewhere between warm hysteria and the edge of oblivion, clamping down around me the second I stroke her clit.

“Don’t come,” I command, but the words are moaned into her skin, spoken like a prayer to paradise as I unravel.

“Stop doing that then,” she chokes out, and immediately I move my mouth to the inside of her thigh, sucking so hard that she mewls like a beast in heat.

Yanking my mouth away with a loud, wet pop, I lave my tongue over the lip-shaped welt forming on her skin, then withdraw my fingers and stand up.

“I didn’t really mean stop,” she says, completely breathless, trying to twist her head around.

The finger that was just inside of her comes up, hooking in the corner of her mouth, while I use my free hand to work my dick free.

“You’re not gonna come today unless I’m inside you,” I grunt, shoving my pants down to my thighs and pulling myself free. “Okay? Think you can be a good girl and cream all over my cock?”

She moans her answer, and I line up with her entrance, notching the head against her dripping center.

“Wait!” The word is garbled, and I slide my finger out slightly. “How many people have you been with?”

“What?”

“I didn’t ask the last time we…” she trails off, exhaling heavily. “But you know my number, so I think it’s only fair I know yours.”