You've Got Fail(59)

He grinned down at me. “I think you know that when these come off”—he pulled his glasses away—“then anything is possible.” His hand squeezing my ass emphasized his words.

My mouth dropped open. A ringer. That’s what Willis had been from day one. In common con parlance, a ringer was someone who seemed inept or perhaps bumbling at a certain task. For example, perhaps I challenge you to a game of cards. I lose the first six hands, and you begin feeling confident that you will continue beating me, so you bet more money. When I finally turn the tables on you and win hand after hand—cleaning you out in the process—only then would you realize that you’d been conned by a ringer.

But Willis wasn’t a card cheat. His talents lay elsewhere. He’d conned me into thinking he was a mild nerd. Was he a nerd? Yes. Was he mild? The slap on my ass as we hurried into the waiting cab answered that question with a loud, stinging “no.”



My shirt fell to the floor the moment we made it into his apartment. His followed as we kissed and groped our way to his bedroom. After ten minutes of full-on making out in the back of the cab, Willis had made filthy promises to me all the way until we reached his front door. I wanted him to make good on them, especially the one that involved “eating your pussy until you pass out or beg me to stop.”

Once we’d stripped, he pushed me down on the bed, dropped to his knees, and yanked me toward him. When his hot mouth made contact, I arched and closed my thighs around his head from the intense, sudden sensation.

“Mmmmm.” He burrowed his tongue between my folds and slid his hands under my ass. With steady pressure, he forced me to open my legs, to give him free rein.

I let my legs fall open, and he fastened his lips to my clit, sucking and tonguing it slowly, languidly. Over and over he slid his mouth down to my entrance, then back to my clit. He drew me to the edge, but never pushed hard enough for me to fall into the delicious waters below.

“You’re torturing me.” I covered my face with my hands.

He laughed against me, the vibration drawing a moan from my lungs.

“You want to come?” His eyes held mine.

“Yes.”

“Beg me.”

The challenge in his eyes ignited my own competitive demon. I let my head fall back on the bed.

“Okay then.” He returned to his infernal work, so slow and painstaking, but so damn good. “I can do this all night.”

After a few more minutes of the perfect torture, I was writhing and grabbing the sheets. Whenever I tried to move my hips to get more friction, he pinned me to the bed and continued his leisurely destruction of my last shred of sanity.

I’m not proud of it, but I broke. I had to.

“Willis?”

“Hmm?” He dipped lower and pressed his tongue inside me.

“Please?”

“I’m going to need better than that.”

“You wicked, sadistic, son of a bitch!”

I could feel his smile against me, the crinkle next to his eyes a sign of his amusement.

“Just a little more”—he flicked the tip of his tongue across the sensitive nub, making my legs shake—“and I’ll let you come. Beg.”

“This is just a stupid power game.” I barely got the words out on a pant.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need.” He gripped my hips and increased the pressure of his tongue, giving me a glimpse of what he could do if I would just play his game.

I didn’t just break. I shattered. “Willis, please let me come. Please.” I thrust my hips up. “Please.”

“That’s it.” He dove down, his tongue flying across my clit with a speed that turned my brain to mush.

“Willis!” I arched my back and came hard, the crest of the wave breaking over me as I rode it like a champion surfer. Each wave of pleasure was like another expanse of water unfurling before me like a red carpet. I followed the orgasm down until my body stilled while my heart beat furiously against my ribs.

When I went limp, Willis didn’t stop, only slowed to his unhurried pace once again. I tried to close my legs, to hide my over-sensitive flesh from him, but he placed his big palms flat on my thighs and kept me open.

“I…can’t…again.”

“You can.” He slipped two fingers inside me, igniting a new set of nerve endings.

I moaned and pushed myself down onto his fingers. “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He added another finger, stretching me.

“I want your cock inside me.”

“Not yet.” He sucked my clit, and my thighs twitched.

It felt so good, but I wanted him—all of him. “You said if I begged—”

He groaned. “If you beg for my cock…” He returned to licking me before finishing his sentence.

In and out, his fingers pulsed, driving me mad with need for him.

“Please, Willis. Fuck me. Please.”

“But I’m eating.” His eyes twinkled as he rested his cheek on my thigh and darted his tongue to my folds.

“Jesus. Please, please, please, Willis.”

He sighed and rose, his thick cock wobbling. My mouth watered, and my pussy clenched.

I spread wide for him and beckoned him with my hands. “Please.”

He settled on top of me and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I whined and rubbed my pussy along his shaft.