Stolen Lies (Fates of the Bound 2)

He grabbed her foot, kissed the bottom and the top of it, then moved up her ankle, her calf, the side of her knee. He kissed and licked his way up her thigh, and she breathed in, watching him make his way to her clit.

She grabbed her headboard and squeezed so hard she thought she might break the wood.

At the last moment, Tristan turned his mouth away. “

Now who’s rushing?”

“I—”

Any response she might have made was taken away as he kissed her hipbone and her navel. His tongue shot out and he slowly, carefully licked up her breasts, pushing her t-shirt up to her neck. Latching on, he sucked each one into his mouth, nibbling until her nipple swelled and hardened in his mouth.

She grew wet between her legs, and she began to ache.

Tristan’s cock poked her in the hip, in the belly, and tickled between her thighs so often that she wrapped one leg around his hips in an effort to wiggle him in, but Tristan did not thrust inside her. He merely kissed her lips, her neck, and her breasts. His body warmed her. His chest rose and fell. The clock marched on as though mischievous sprites had taken charge.

His finger curled around her clit.

She gasped, sinking into the bed. His tongue reached farther into her mouth, arching and curling. One skillful finger slipped inside her, doing the same, moving so slowly that she gripped her headboard out of frustration, rather than to steady herself.

A booming chuckle worked itself down her navel, interrupted with a nip. He moved down her hips and the inside of her thigh, his stubble brushing her smooth skin, her blood pumping throughout her body, moaning as the voice inside her head screamed along. All at once, a welcome, warm mouth fastened on her clit, claiming it as his own.

His tongue brushed her.

Lila nearly came from the expectation alone.

Tristan pulled his head back, letting her pant herself calm, then leaned forward again. She writhed on the bed as he worked at her, the pressure building higher and higher. The bed rocked back and forth from her shivers, and she stopped worrying about what she might do or might say. She stopped worrying about his feelings or hers. No thoughts of pulling away entered her mind. All she wanted was everything that was him inside of her.

A wave rushed through her as she came.

Tristan let it pass this time, his mouth still working.

He didn’t pull away once she was done. His fingers returned, slipping in and out. Over and over and over he licked and thrust, his stubble brushing her thighs.

Her clit swelled wide, and her moans carried farther than the bed.

She couldn’t take not having him inside her.

“Enough.” She panted, pulling him up to her chest. He grinned and crawled atop her as she removed her shirt.

His grin was far too cocky.

Lila rolled him onto his back. She slid up his body as though he were a pole, tonguing each ridge, letting her hair tickle his skin from his knees to his chest, loving the way he sucked in his breath, enjoying the feel of him on her body.

She took his mouth as he had taken hers.

He thrust his hips.

She dodged.

“Sucks, doesn’t it.” Lila snickered, retreating down his body.

“Absolutely nothing about this sucks. This is all things—”

Suddenly, Lila put her lips around his cock and sucked hard.

“Fuck,” he growled, quietening his voice before she had a chance to admonish him. He gripped her headboard as she had gripped it while she ran her tongue up and down his cock, gripping the rest with her hands, tight and warm. She squeezed and licked and stroked and sucked as though it were all of him, as if she could place her tongue on his entire body from that one handle of flesh like a joystick in a game.

“Stop.”