Double Score

“God, I’m going to love fucking you.” I grinned as I lowered my head.

First I licked her thighs, kissing and sucking as I moved closer to where my finger was pumping in and out of her. Her head thrashed to the side as I gnashed my teeth once before sucking her clit.

“Oh, God!” Her legs fell to the side and I licked and sucked, tasting her with a thirst I’d never felt. My tongue plunged inside her as her walls squeezed against me. I flicked her tight little bud as I dipped in and out, over and over, while her hips frantically fought against me. Her hands were in my hair, and she was moaning and screaming as I picked up the pace.

With one long, slow lick I had her. She convulsed around me. Pulsing and mewing. I lapped at her juices while her body vibrated against my tongue. Just when I thought the crest had fallen, she started again, this time screaming my name, pressing my tongue deep inside her. I licked and sucked harder, wanting her, needing her. Loving every second I tasted her. I looked up, watching her writhe on the couch. Her nipples hard. Her beautiful body glistening while she came down from her orgasm. I’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life.

She ran her fingers through her hair, opening her eyes to catch me admiring her.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, and she let it fall to the side, hitting my right hand.

“Shit.” I winced.

“Oh God, I’m sorry.” Lennon scrambled from the couch to look at my hand.

“It’s fine.” The pain fired through my fingers up to my elbow.

“I can’t believe I did that.” She looked horrified. “When’s the last time you took something?”

“Really. I’m good.” I grinned at her. “How did that feel?”

“Like I just did something really, really bad.”

“You didn’t act like you felt bad.” I held my right hand to my chest, trying to forget the pain, and traced the side of her face with my good hand. I had tried to cut out the painkillers. I didn’t want to be on that shit any longer than I had to be.

She blushed. “I shouldn’t have let that happen.”

“But you liked it. And you weren’t thinking about anything else, were you?”

She shook her head. Her lips opened as I traced them with my fingertips. Her tongue toyed with the edges and I groaned. God, I wanted to fuck her beautiful mouth.

I let my finger run from her lips, down her throat, to her breast. I squeezed and twisted one of her nipples until she let out a cry.

I’d wanted to touch them since I met her. They were perfect, like the rest of her body. I lowered my mouth to take her nipple between my teeth. She bowed at the impact, but I felt her hips rock slowly as I sucked harder.

“Oh,” she moaned.

My cock strained against my pants. I was harder than a block of concrete. This woman was killing me. I wanted to fuck her every way possible. And I would.

8

Lennon

The entire ride to Wes’s apartment, I thought of every excuse to give the driver and have him turn around. I knew exactly what was going to happen tonight. When Wes opened the door and I saw his green eyes, I was angry he had lured me here. Angry enough to walk back out, but that kiss. He kissed me, shaking my soul, firing my blood, stealing the anger right from my breath.

I leaned into him, convincing myself that for one night it was okay to be played. The words in my ear promised I’d forget everything else. And it was true. He had sent two orgasms ripping through me with the heat and rhythm of his tongue. Nothing had ever felt like that. This was a man who could deliver on his promise. And it was what I needed. I wanted a night during which I wouldn’t remember everything else in my life. A night I could be a woman.

“Let’s take this to my bed.” He pushed off the couch and helped me up. I was still wearing my heels and lace thong.

My legs felt weak. I couldn’t believe what I had let Wes do to me. I splayed myself on his couch, letting him lick me like a lollipop. And he did it so perfectly I forgot everything and only felt the sensations surging through my core.

As we walked into his room, I reached down to unlace the ties around my ankles, but Wes stopped me.

“No. I didn’t say you could take those off.”

“But—”

“My bed. My rules.” He reached for his buckle, a