CHAPTER 057: Half Blind
I stare into her eyes. “A taste of what?”
“Me.”
“What part exactly?”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Is there a part you don’t like?”
“Not exactly.”
She draws again from the cigar, eyes watering as she braves the burn. Then she leans forward, blowing smoke into my face.
“Is that a yes or a no?” she says. “Do you want a taste of me or not?”
I grab her waist and pull her flush against me.
“Shoot me if I ever say no, Bunny.”
“I would if I knew where you kept your gun.”
“Pardon me. I assumed you saw it in the car when you stole my keys.”
She chuckles low. “I don’t believe that’s the only one you have.”
“Ha.”
She leans sideways and crushes the butt of the cigar on the ashtray, letting it fall. She then takes my hand and presses it between her legs, guiding it beneath the hem of the shirt.
Then she lifts her hips slightly and lets me in, pushing three of my fingers inside her.
And she moans–soft at first. Her head tilts back, exposing the long line of her neck, glasses sliding further down her nose.
I work those three fingers further inside her, slow and deep, letting the warmth of her wrap around me like it’s trying to pull me in and keep me there.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur, jaw tight as I work my hand in and out of her. “You’re soaked.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak. Instead, she rocks into me, grinding down against my hand like she’s been starving for it Like every deflection, every harsh word from earlier was just fuel for this moment. Her breath comes faster, fogging up the lenses of her glasses.
She leans down suddenly, gripping my wrist to still my hand. Then, without breaking eye contact, she pulls my fingers out of her and brings them to her mouth.
One by one, she licks them clean, but I can tell she isn’t swallowing. No, she’s keeping it there, building it.
Once she’s done, she leans forward, hovering over my mouth.
Her breath fans against my lips as her eyes darken. She doesn’t ask. Doesn’t have to.
“Spit in my mouth,” I whisper. “Give me all of that sweet juice.”
Her lips part.
And she does.
She lets it fall from her mouth to mine, the wet, messy mix of her arousal and her spit sliding over my tongue like a brand.
I groan–low and guttural–grabbing her face and kissing her hard.
It’s not careful. It’s not neat. My mouth crashes against hers like I’ve been dying of thirst and her lips are the only water in the world. Her gasp is muffled against me, and I drink it down like a man starved, tongue sliding deep to taste every part of her, greedy and relentless.
Her body jolts, but she doesn’t pull back–no, she surges forward, fingers threading into my hair. Her lips are warm and soft, but the way she kisses me back is anything but delicate. She opens for me, gives me everything, like she knows I need it brutal, need it messy.
I tilt her head to the side, deepening the kiss, and when our teeth knock, I don’t slow down. I bite her bottom lip and tug, then soothe the sting with my tongue.
She moans into my mouth, hips grinding against my throbbing cock. I kiss her until we’re both breathless, until my ja aches and my chest burns, until it feels like ever this her mouth, her heat, her body on mine–isn’t enough.
I need more.
Need to crawl inside her and stay there.
Successfully unlocked!
She pulls back, breathless. Her glasses are crooked now. Her cheeks are flushed.
“You okay now?” she whispers.
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“No.” I slide my hand up her back, then down to grip her ass. “But I will be.”
She grinds on me harder, and I can feel the wet heat through my sweats, and the ache–God, the ache–is maddening.
“Tell me what it will take, Knox. Use me.”
“I want you to lose those glasses so I can see your eyes when you come.”
She rips them off and tosses them onto the grass.
I lift her off me. Not fully. Just enough to rise from the chair and plant her down where I sat–back against the wrought iron, thighs still spread, body flushed and wanting. Her breath stutters. Her lips are parted in anticipation. She doesn’t ask what I’m doing. She knows.
And she’s ready.
I drop to my knees. Right there. Outside. In the open.
I know it’s stupid. I know the neighbors could glance through their damn window and catch the whole show. It’s midnight, sure–but danger never truly sleeps, and neither does curiosity.
But I don’t give a fuck.
Not when she’s spread like this for me. Not when she looks at me like that.
Not when I’m already drowning in her scent.
She helps me–hooks her hands under her thighs and opens herself wider, guiding my mouth to the center of her body like she’s gifting me salvation.
And maybe she is.
I grip her hips and pull her closer until her ass is right at the edge of the chair. Then I bury my face between her legs.
Her moan is music to my ears. “Oh, yes.”
I raise my head just slightly to look at her. Her mouth is slack, lashes fluttering, her chest rising and falling beneath my shirt. Lust makes her glow. It makes her look feral. And it drives me out of my fucking mind.
I growl and go back in–tongue working in slow, upward licks that make her squirm, then rough, fast flicks that make her cry out.
I rub my face all over her pussy like a man who’s lost his mind, breathing her in, dragging my stubble along the inside of her thighs just to feel her jolt.
“So sweet,” I mutter against her soaked folds.
She whimpers, rocks her hips, and grinds against my mouth.
“I like when you do that,” I breathe out between licks. “Put yourself all over my face. Mark me.”
She does.
God, she does.
Fingers in my hair, grip tightening, she grinds harder, her moans rising in pitch. I let her use me, ride my face, until I can’t fucking breathe. Until her wetness covers my mouth, my chin,
my neck.
My cock’s a loaded weapon in my sweats, throbbing, ready to explode from the pressure alone. But not yet.
Not until I’ve wrung every last cry from her.
I push two fingers back inside her, curling them up toward that spot that makes her whole body clench. At the same time, I suck her clit into my mouth, pumping in and out of her.
She bucks. “Oh–fuck! Knox! Jesus Christ. Ohmygod–ohmygod–ohmygod-”
I don’t stop.
“Shit!” Her voice breaks, high and shaking, her thighs clamping around my head as she spasms, panting like she’s on the edge of a seizure. “Knox, fuck. Fuck!”
“Cum for me, Bunny.”
And then she lets go.
She comes apart–screaming my name, body convulsing, gushing all over my mouth and face in a violent, wet release.
My eyes shut instinctively, and I moan deep in my throat, letting her ride it out, letting her squirt on me until I’m drip with her.
She’s trembling, her body jerking with aftershocks, breath ragged and uneven.
“What the hell,” she gasps.
“Mmm.” I smile, eyes still closed, licking her gently while trying not to get sprayed in the damn eyes.
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She twitches and pulls back, too sensitive, but I don’t let up completely.
Instead, I raise my head and keep my fingers inside her, curling them again as my other hand slides to her throat.
She gasps. “Oh God, no. I don’t think I can take any more. Too sensitive-”
“You can take it, sweet girl.”
“I’m seeing stars right now.”
“That’s because they’re right above you.”
“I’m half blind, smartass, thanks to you making me take off my glasses. I promise I can’t see shit above my head.”
“You don’t need to see,” I whisper, stroking her from the inside with an unnatural rhythm and speed. “You just need to feel and let go.”
She arches hard, body tightening around me again.
And then she breaks.
Again.
Another wave crashes through her, even harder than the first. She convulses around my fingers, gushing a second time, her legs kicking slightly, her body twisting like she’s trying to escape the pleasure and beg for more at the same time.
She’s slumped against the chair now, trembling all over, trying to fold to one side.
I don’t let her.
I lift her easily–one arm under her ass, the other across her back. Her legs wrap weakly around my waist, and her arms cling to my neck.
“That’s it, Bunny,” I say. “You took it well.”
Then I stoop down, pluck her glasses from the grass with two fingers, and rise to my full height.
She’s breathless. Dazed. Practically boneless in my arms.
But I’m not done.
I carry her inside, heading straight for the one room that might frighten her into running away if only her legs weren’t already weak.
