Tempted (Two Marks 1)

I let my head fall back, savoring the feel of his touch. My nipples pebbled even further, and it was as if there was some kind of current between them and my clit. I ached. Throbbed. Needed more.

“I-I do?” I laughed. I wasn’t wearing perfume or anything. I was pretty basic when it came to cosmetics, which made it even crazier that he was feeling me up instead of one of the pretty coeds at the bar.

“So good.” He nipped my neck as his fingers worked behind me to undo the clasp on my bra. “Good enough to eat.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, looping my arms around his neck as he lowered his head to flick his tongue over my right nipple.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was straight out of a fantasy reel. This was lady-porn right here. Hot cowboy with muscles for miles, who wanted to fuck a the nerdy scientist.

I tugged at the opening of his shirt, satisfied when I popped one of the snaps. Tugging harder, I opened it to his waist, and feasted my eyes on the sight of his sculpted chest. He was the definition of brawny, with a barrel chest tanned bronze and dusted with golden hair. I wanted to taste him, too.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth at the same time as he unbuttoned my jeans.

I helped him, kicking off my ballet flats and shoving my pants down over my hips.

Wade let out an animal-like growl as he dropped to his knees and ripped my panties down my legs.

“Oh my God.” Tremors of excitement ran through me. I’d never done anything like this. Not the random hook-up from a bar—that was new, too—but the level of passion between us was off the charts. I was close to coming, and we’d barely done anything.

I kicked off my pants right before Wade got my panties to my ankles and slipped them off, too. Then he lifted one of my knees and tossed it over his shoulder before he parted me with his tongue.

“Oh!” I wrapped my fingers in his hair as he pressed his mouth against my sex. He licked into me, swirling his tongue over all my sensitive bits, making me moan continuously. I threw my head back.

“Even better than I imagined,” he declared, and I felt the hot fan of his breath… there.

“Don’t stop.” I didn’t even sound like myself. My tone was desperate. Needy. And he’d only just licked me. He hadn’t—

“Oh, I don’t plan to stop, sugar. Not until you’re screaming my name.”

I’d been on the brink of doing just that since the first moment he flicked his tongue over my clit. Now he alternated the movement with firm licks, sucking my labia and penetrating me with his tongue.

“More,” I sobbed, my head heavy against the wall, my hips pinned by his firm hold.

“You need more, Caitlyn? You want my tongue here?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Please.”

“Fingers, too?”

“Mmmhmm.”

He slid a finger inside me, then two, caressing my inner wall with the tips. The sensation drove me wild. My hips jerked against his mouth, my juices leaking to an embarrassing degree.

“Wade!”

“That’s right, sugar. Say my name.” He pumped his fingers in and out with ruthless precision. He knew what he was doing, as if he’d had a manual to my pussy and he’d memorized it.

“Wade, oh please. Wade.” I was going to die if I didn’t come this second. “Please, oh!” The tightly wound coil sprang, and my muscles seized around his fingers, pulsing and squeezing as pleasure exploded from my core to every tingling nerve ending in my body. My fingers yanked at his hair, my hips bucked, my toes curled. “Oh my God, yes.”

I was pretty sure the earth shook. Definitely the floor of my apartment. My neighbors also knew how talented he was, and I didn’t care.

“Wade,” I moaned as the aftershocks eased. He was still sucking my clit, his fingers gently stroking inside me. I would have slid down the wall, but he was holding me up. “That was amazing. You’re… God, very good at that.” I laughed in my delirium.

He sat back and licked his lips, the gloss of my juices coating them. “You are amazing,” he said with a slow smile. He adjusted his cock in his jeans.

I flicked my brows at his obvious erection. “Let’s take care of you now,” I said with my most suggestive smile.

Instead of the Fuck, yeah! I was expecting, a pained expression came over Wade’s face. “I, uh… I need to take a raincheck on that, sugar.”

“What?” My brain couldn’t compute. He didn’t want me to give him a BJ?

He looked disappointed, but it made no sense. I was right here, ready to unzip those jeans and get busy. To give him the same pleasure he’d just given me.

“I’m sorry,” he said, glancing around. It was as if he’d just realized what he’d done, like maybe it had been a bad decision to begin with. “I definitely want to stay, but I… can’t. Not tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll get those gorgeous lips around me soon.”