She stops talking, staring up at me, while I open her fly and rip her shorts roughly over her thighs. Fuck. Sloane in her panties—motherfucking black lace—and nothing else is a hell of a sight. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen and red, and I know she’s been biting them again. I want to bite them, too. I want… I want to… No. I shake that thought out of my head, crushing it down with a colossal force. Not fucking right now. Now I have other things to attend to. “Open your legs for me, Sloane.”
I run my hands down the insides of her thighs, enjoying the sheer silk-soft feeling of her skin underneath my fingertips. She does as I ask her to, hitching up her knees and then letting them fall to either side, exposing herself to me. No more comments. No more objections. No more talking whatsoever. The only sound is our ragged breathing as I carefully stroke my fingers over her pussy. A violent spike of adrenaline rocks through me when I feel how wet her panties are.
I’ve never been one to get worked up over girls ruining their underwear, but with Sloane it’s different. It’s been different since the beginning, when I fucked her back at the apartment. I claimed her underwear then, and I’ll be claiming this pair, too. I tease the slinky garment off her hips, and then I descend on her body like an unstoppable force. I am an unstoppable force. Not even I can stop myself now. I climb up, resting on one elbow, and then I trace my tongue across her chest, feeling the heavy weight of her breast in my hand. I work my tongue over her nipple, licking and sucking; my dick throbs painfully when she inhales in a sharp breath and her hands reach up and bury themselves in my hair.
It feels so fucking good to have her pull me to her, but I can’t allow that right now. If she does that, I’ll be tearing my clothes off and sinking myself balls-deep inside her, and that would blow my remaining seven-minute deadline right out of the water. The last thing we right now is Lacey standing in the doorway, complaining about me taking too long. I sit back, grabbing hold of both of Sloane’s wrists.
“No touching,” I growl. A look of shock draws her expression a little flat, and I realize that she’s taken my command entirely the wrong way. She thinks I don’t want her hands on me. Fuck. This is the problem, right here. This is the problem with caring what the other person is thinking. Things were a hell of a lot easier when I didn’t give two fucks.
Six minutes.
I grab hold of my new little toy, and then I bend myself down, letting my eyes travel up the length of Sloane’s body. Some guys don’t eat pussy. But then again, some guys aren’t really fucking good at it like I am. It’s the best way of getting a girl off—the most enjoyable way I’ve found. And making Sloane come with my tongue is perhaps the most amazing rush I’ve ever felt. Period.
I start off slow. She’s so wet now, and she tastes fucking incredible. I groan, trailing my tongue over her pussy, around her clit, circling and flicking the tip over her so that she starts to tremble. She’s already good and ready, but I give her a minute to settle in before I press the narrowest end of the vibrator against her pussy. This isn’t your average vibrator, though. It’s a tens vibrator—the kind that not only vibrates but produces an electrical charge. I’ve got it on the lowest setting to start with, but it won’t be staying there for long.
Sloane rocks her hips against my mouth, moaning under her breath, and I slide the thing inside her, slowly, waiting for her to tense. She does stiffen slightly, but then a low groan emanates from the back of her throat and her body arches toward the ceiling—yeah that’s what I thought.
I want to fuck this girl so bad. I want to tie her up and tear into her so fucking hard that she can’t walk straight for a week, but it’s just not on the cards. More’s the pity. I can’t carry on without something, though. Something to quench this fire raging inside me. There’s only one thing that can immediately do that.
I’m quick when I find the knife in the duffel. It’s out and the business end is gripped in my fist before Sloane has chance to check out what I’m doing. Her head kicks back straight away when I start flicking my tongue over her clit again. Her breath starts to come in stuttering gasps now. I want to taste her. I want to taste her as she comes all over my tongue, and I want it now. I put down the knife long enough to crank the setting on the tens vibrator, turning it up to the next level. Sloane’s legs kick out straight, and she lets out a startled cry. “You got this,” I growl. “You can take it.”
And she can. She does. My balls are drawn up and tight next to my body, furiously demanding that I do something to release the tension I’m almost crushed under right now, but I put that out of my mind. This is her. This is just for her.
“Come for me, angry girl,” I tell her. “Do it for me. Now. Don’t make me fucking wait.”
As soon as the words have left my mouth, she’s obliging my request. I get what I want, and at the same time I tighten my fist around the blade of the knife, feeling something as powerful and intense right along side her.
And then Sloane does something that makes the feeling transform into something else entirely. She screams as she comes, but she doesn’t scream for god, or fuck like most people might. She doesn’t scream that.