Sweet Liar (Dirty Sweet, #1)(33)

“I feel very conflicted about these windows.” I tugged her pullover off then pinched her nipples through her bra, thrilling when she let out a delicious squeak. “I can’t decide if I need to shelter you, or if I should show you off.”

“Do that!” Her voice was breathless and thin, as though she were on a razor’s edge the same way I was. “Show me off. Show me off!”

I lowered my hands to undo the button of her jeans, then knelt as I pulled them down as far as they’d go before becoming trapped by her boots. “Show you off it is. Everyone can watch while I eat you out.”

The sound she made this time—a high-pitched, need-filled yelp—made my cock expand to its full size. I scorned the ache of it, pressing brutally against the fly of my trousers.

It distracted me, called for my attention, and the only thing I wanted to pay attention to at the moment was her, standing between me and the couch, her lace-covered ass at eye level. She’d curved her body just so, spread her legs just wide enough, that the crotch panel of her panties was front and center in my field of vision. The material clung to her shape, outlining the lips of her pussy.

She shivered as I traced the path with a solid swipe of my tongue. She was wet, and even through the cotton lining, I could taste her. She tasted sweet like pineapple and musky like bourbon, and before I’d even had my lips on her flesh, I knew she was the most delicious thing I’d ever had my mouth on.

Moving the panel aside, I tried to focus on doing some good with my lust. She’d wanted to be taught so I endeavored to show her what she liked.

“Pay attention to what I do now,” I instructed her. I brushed my tongue vertically over the nub of her clit. “That was up and down.” I tilted my head and lapped horizontally. “That’s side to side. And this—” I flattened my tongue and drew small circles. “Is circular. Hopefully that helps you figure out what you enjoy.”

“I’m not sure. All of them,” she said. “Just don’t stop.”

I swallowed back a laugh. There was no way I was stopping now. Burying my face in her pussy, I went down on her in earnest. I stroked and teased. I went fast, and I went slow. I sucked and nibbled, and when her legs quivered and her knees buckled, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and renewed my vigor.

She was easy to learn—her hips bucked when she wanted more, her muscles tensed when she was close. When I hit the right spot, she growled. When she was mad with desire and frustration, she begged.

She bloody begged.

“There, please, please right there,” she pled like a spoiled girl. “Make it good, right there. Please, don’t stop. Please, oh, please.”

She was greedy, and I enjoyed gratifying her. Fucking delighted in it. Twice, I made her come. Once with only my mouth, the second time with my fingers plunging inside her as well. I could have spent all day with my face between her legs, with my tongue buried inside her cunt. If she hadn’t rode through her last orgasm crying for my cock, I might have stayed on my knees long after my lower limbs had gone to sleep.

I stood, and she turned eagerly toward me, kissing me with urgency, as though she thought I might end everything right there if she didn’t.

If that was truly what she thought, she was incorrect about my ability to restrain myself. I was a beast without a leash. I had no will but to devour her.

I lifted her into my arms, carrying her like a child to the bedroom.

“You aren’t going to take me all the way in front of the windows? I think I’d like that,” she murmured as she kissed along my jaw.

“I’m sure you would, you naughty thing. But I’m quite sure I would not.” My confliction had a line, it appeared. New York City did not deserve the pleasure of her naked form.

I set her on the bed, still rumpled from the last night’s restless sleep, and tugged off first one boot, then the other. She watched me, rapt, as I followed with the removal of her jeans.

“I like being undressed by you,” she said, when she was only in her bra and panties. “I like how you’re completely focused on me.”

I couldn’t not be. It was impossible to look anywhere but at her. She was exquisite and engaging. Irresistible perfection.

The wonder in her comment made me guess that no one had ever given her the attention she’d craved. What stupidity existed in her world? Boys pretending to be men, unsuitable and unworthy of such a gift as her.

I wasn’t worthy either. I was a selfish vampire, feeding off her vibrant life. Even if I was damned to hell, I no longer cared.

Grabbing her bra at the space between her breasts, I tugged her forward, urging her to her knees and kissed her. Devoured her, really. It was sloppy and bruising. I wanted her lips swollen and bee-stung. I wanted her cheeks flushed and her lungs filled with my breath.

She crawled closer, her hands reaching for my belt, her mouth never breaking from mine. When she had my buckle and zip undone, she reached inside my trousers to stroke her hands up and down my bloated cock.

She pulled back and flashed me a grin. “You’re big. I already know I like big.”

“You’re not experienced enough to know big.” Shut up, my brain told my mouth. You like hearing it.

“I’ve only slept with two guys,” she reminded me. “It doesn’t mean I’ve only seen two cocks. And this cock…” She pulled my pants down low enough to expose the rod of flesh, red and pulsing under her gaze. “This cock is a good cock.”