Until Lilly (Until, #3)(19)
“What are you doing?” I breathe.
“Gonna kiss you.” His eyes drop to my mouth and my tongue wets my bottom lip. “Jesus,” he groans right before his mouth touches mine; he nips and pulls my bottom lip making me gasp. “Open your mouth.”
“Cash,” I whimper, unsure. His fingers on my skin pull me closer and his mouth opens over mine. His tongue touches mine and one of my hands goes to his hair. He growls, his other hand tugging my head to the side as he takes over the kiss and devours my mouth. My other hand goes to his bicep to hold on. I can feel my nipples scrape against the cotton of his t-shirt as his hand at my waist moves down to my ass. He is rock hard, and I can feel the length of him against my stomach. His mouth leaves mine and travels to my ear, biting down before kissing it, then down my neck. His hand in my hair tugs to the side, giving him more access. He licks over my pulse, then down to my breast. His mouth latches onto my nipple. “Oh, my God.” My head falls back against the tile. His mouth travels to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. “Cash,” I moan, my head tilting forward to watch him.
“Can I taste you, baby?”
“What?” My body is on fire. He stops what he is doing, his head coming up and his hands holding my face.
“I want to eat your *. Will you let me?”
“We never did that,” I tell him, something he should know since he was there the night we had sex. We only did it once and it was perfect, until two days later when he called to tell me we couldn’t see each other anymore. “I mean, I have never done that.” His eyes went wide, then darkened.
“That makes me very happy.” His mouth comes back down to mine; it feels like he is trying to brand me with his mouth, completely controlling mine. His hand on my face skims slowly down the side of my breast, along my side, and stops at the edge of my panties. I can feel the wetness between my thighs. My clit starts pulsing, needing attention. Teasingly, his fingers travel on the inside edge of my panties, then just below my belly button; my stomach muscles contract. My pulse speeds up, and finally his fingers slide in and over my clit, my body jumping at the contact. “Is all this for me?” he whispers. My answer is a whimper. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, baby; my family is out there,” he says softly. My body freezes—how could I have forgotten where we were? Before I can protest, he slides two fingers inside me, his mouth covering mine, and all thoughts leave my head as I moan down his throat. “That was close. Now, if you want me to eat your *, you’re going to have to make sure that you’re quiet, can you do that?” I shake my head, making him chuckle. “If you’re not quiet, then you will be spanked when I take you to my house and the kids go to sleep.”
“Cash.” I feel my inner walls clench.
“You like that, huh?” His fingers move faster inside me and I can feel an orgasm building. “You’re not allowed to come until my mouth is on you.” I want to yell at him to get to it, but he just stands there, his eyes on mine. “Jesus, you should see yourself right now.” I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead, he nips my chin then drops to his knees, lifting my thigh to his shoulder. His fingers tug my thong to the side and his mouth is on me in an instant. I start grinding down against his tongue. I can feel my orgasm building—it’s going to be huge, life-altering. And I know I’m not going to be quiet when I come.
“You have to stop.” I push on his head, trying to get away. “Cash, I can’t be quiet,” I whimper. He doesn’t stop; if anything, his pace increases, his tongue and fingers moving faster. “I'm going to come,” I cry as I feel myself begin to contract around his fingers. My skin lights from the inside, and a million colors explode behind my eyes. I feel like I’m going to pass out. “Cash,” I moan loudly before I catch myself and bite down on my arm. My head is back, eyes closed, and I feel my foot touch the floor as he lets my leg down from his shoulder. My legs feel wobbly, but he holds my hips until he stands so he can pull me to his chest. I don’t know how long we stand like that, but it feels like forever. All I want to do is curl up with him and go to sleep.
“I love the way you taste, and I love the way you let go the minute my mouth is on you,” he says quietly. I can feel his hard length against my stomach, and my hand starts to move towards the button of his jeans. His hand grabs mine, stopping me. “There isn’t enough time for that. When I finally get inside you, I'm going to want to take my time and have you in my bed, not here in my brother’s shower. Though I do plan on having you in the shower…just not this one,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “We need to go out to the party; everyone is going to be wondering where we are.”
“Oh no,” I groan, rubbing my face. Everyone is going to know what we have been up to while we’ve been in the bathroom.
“Everyone’s outside.” He tilts my head back with both his hands at my jaw. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses me softly on my lips then my forehead before opening the shower curtain. “You should just put the suit back on under your dress.”
“I'm not wearing a bikini.”
“Lil, your body is perfect, and it looks good on you. Wear the suit.”
“I thought you said—”
“No, I said that I didn’t want Kenton or Sven to see you in it, not that it doesn’t look good, because it does.”