Don't Touch

His lips kiss their way down one side of my throat and over to the other side. They're warm and wet. Leaving heavy bruises in their wake. My head falls back and my hands rake through his hair.

I tug and pull as he bites my neck and growls. This man is a beast. He's rough and gentle all in the same breath. I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his back as his kisses turn fierce.

Creak. A noise catches my attention.

“Wait,” I say, pushing against his shoulders.

“What?”

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asks as he looks back over his shoulder.

“I don't know, but I thought I heard something.”

He pushes himself away and walks to the hall. “There's no one here.”

“I thought I heard something.”

“It's just your mind playing tricks on you.” Monroe walks back to me, slipping his hands under my jacket and starts to unbutton my pants. “You had a long day, let me make it better for you.”

I lift myself up as he shimmies my pants down my legs. He pulls off my shoes, letting them drop to the floor, and tugs my pants down the rest of the way. The counter is cold on my skin, making me shiver.

“Cold?” he asks.

“No, it's just the countertop.”

“Don't worry, I'm going to warm you up right now.” Monroe drops to his knees. His hands push my legs open and he groans. “Fuck, that's beautiful.” He blows warm air across my clit making me moan.

“Mm,” I coo.

He licks up my pussy, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. “You're soaking wet already and I haven't even started yet,” he says, his mouth buzzing against my heat.

My hips rock forward, urging him to keep going. “I can't help it. You make me wet.”

“I like that.” His tongue glides back down and dips into my entrance. “The wetter you are, the more I get to taste.”

I drive my hand into his hair and pull his head closer. “Mm,” I groan, biting on my bottom lip as he flattens his tongue and licks up to my clit. He sucks the swollen bead into his mouth and lets it go with a pop.

He exhales a greedy breath of air as he laps up my juice and drinks me down. Monroe swallows, driving his tongue back inside my pussy and fucking me with it. In and out, in and out, his tongue spears me faster and harder.

My legs threaten to clamp shut around his head, but Monroe grabs them with his hands and pushes them open wider. My eyes snap shut and my head falls back as his finger circles my asshole.

Monroe doesn't let up. His tongue flicks and glides against my clit. The tip of his finger slips inside my ass, and he pushes his thumb all the way into my pussy. He's fucking me two ways as he rapidly licks my clit.

Colors fire off behind my lids and my hands slam down on the counter. My fingers curl up, nails attempting to grip the hard metal surface. I'm so close to coming. I can feel the orgasm building, making my stomach clench.

Monroe pulls his face away, his mouth and cheeks glistening with my juice. “Not yet,” he says. “I'm not ready to let you come.”

“Fuck, Monroe, don't stop.” I jerk my hips forward. “I'm so close.”

“I know, and I said not yet. I want you to beg for it.” His finger softly rubs all around my clit, moving down through the folds, and back up. But he avoids the tender button, leaving me rocking and grinding for more.

With painful slowness, he flutters kisses up the inside of my thigh and across the top of my pussy. His mouth moves down, tongue licking everywhere but where I want him to.

“Please, don't stop,” I say, opening my eyes. “It feels so good.”

“And it's going to feel even better when I finally let you come.” He smirks, a sultry, sexy little smile as he thins his lips and blows cool air over my pussy. “Just think how amazing it will feel when you come on my face. When I lick you to the point you explode, and the orgasm leaves you weak.”

“You're killing me, Monroe. Lick me, please lick my pussy.”

“I like watching you beg.” His voice is smooth and dark. His eyes veer as he gently runs the tip of his tongue up the center of my pussy.

The second he hits my clit, my legs start to shake and my muscles tighten. I'm wriggling on the counter, bucking my hips against his face, attempting to end this ache. Driving his tongue up through my folds, his fingers start to move again, fucking me faster and faster.

He licks my clit, flicking it over and over as his eyes watch me. I'm frozen on him. I can't look away. I can't close my eyes. I'm trapped in this net he's creating. My thighs start to shake, and I moan loudly.