My mouth falls open now and I have to grab on to the edge of the chair to keep myself from falling over as he pumps in and out of my passage, stroking my inner walls with his thick fingers.
Just when I manage to catch my breath he stops and removes his hand from my back.
I chance looking at him and my heart seizes when I take note of the wicked smile on his face when he brings his tattooed fingers up to his mouth and licks off my juices coating them.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs wide for me,” he orders, and I straighten up.
I move over to the bed and lie on the cool satin sheets, willing the buzzing in my skin to stop.
My gaze tangles with Aiden’s and my stomach knots once he spreads my legs wider and buries his face between my thighs.
When he pushes his tongue into my pussy I forget. Every. Single. Thing.
My mind becomes a hollow of nothingness and all I focus on is how good his tongue feels inside me as he eats out my pussy.
I arch my back grinding my hips over his face like I can’t get enough and the devil he is gives me more.
A twinge of embarrassment and shame works its way through me as a moan hums from my lips. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this, and I’m not supposed to feel anything.
This man could be far worse than Jude. Chances are he is.
And—
Oh my God, he nibbles on my clit and I come. I come straight away, crying out from the ecstasy that assaults me.
The desire and pleasure that takes me is raw and primal. Animalistic and so powerful I don’t know how to handle it.
He drinks my release taking it all like he doesn’t want to waste a drop and as his large hands glide over me I’m surprised at the tenderness in his touch.
His fingers smooth over the flat of my stomach like he means to caress my skin, as if we’re lovers and this is habit.
I almost believe it when he climbs up my body and hovers over me, resting his elbows on either side of my head, so that we’re eye to eye.
He looks at me like he can see straight through me, then something I can only call strange happens.
I don’t know what it is, but it feels like some enchantment bewitches me, so when he lowers to press his lips to mine, I move to him and we kiss.
I taste my arousal on his lips, and it awakens that wild need inside me, I can’t stave off.
He cups my face and kisses me harder like that’s all he wants to do. The kiss is so intense it has the effect of eradicating every kiss I’ve ever had I thought swept me off my feet.
His hands smooth into my hair and I’m compelled to touch him too.
Then something rings in the distance and I realize it’s not distant at all.
It’s his phone.
He stops kissing me and as he moves away something inside I never knew was there leaves me and I feel empty.
I watch him as he backs off the bed, eyes still fixed on me even as he answers his phone.
I’m surprised to see he looks as stunned as I feel.
Suddenly aware of my nakedness, I pull the sheet over me to cover myself.
“I’m on my way,” he says into the phone then hangs up.
He looks back at me and his expression is businesslike. Similar to how he looked when he was in the lounge talking to the men.