46. Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Five

Lana

I t’s been way too long since I had sex, and it’s been even longer since I had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. There’s a huge difference between scratching an itch and being completely satisfied by someone who knows what they’re doing.

Having Pete’s fingers inside me did something to my brain that’s still happening right now.

I don’t know where it came from, or what to call it.

Hell, I can barely recall my own damn name.

That’s because none of that matters one little bit.

Not here. Not now.

All I know is I need to have more.

More of him. More of this feeling.

Just fucking MORE.

Stripping naked, I watch as he locks the office door.

He leaves the keys in the lock, and when he turns back to me, I know this is about to get real.

That doesn’t scare me one little bit.

He tugs off his shirt, and I get to see the muscular body I knew his clothes were hiding.

“Come over here and lay down on this couch,” he commands.

I don’t question him, I just do it, tugging a cushion under my head and parting my legs under his intense gaze. The couches are on the small side for what we’re intending, but I’m sure we’ll find a way to manage the minor inconvenience.

He leans down and takes off his boots, his stare never moving off my body.

His jeans are open when he stands back up, and it’s obvious he isn’t wearing underwear.

I watch as he discards the rest of his clothes, my gaze lingering on the thick shaft of his fully engorged cock. He smirks as he moves toward me, clearly pleased with my silent reaction to his body.

He knows he’s hot. Somehow, that’s not a turn off.

“Get comfy,” he warns me, before he drops to his knees by the side of the couch.

He leans in between my legs, pulling me forward by my thighs, and raising my right leg until I rest my foot on his shoulder. It doesn’t seem comfy for him, but the second his mouth dips to my pussy, all other thoughts fall out of my head.

It takes a second to relax into it when he starts to run his tongue through my lips.

He moans softly as he licks me, working his way up to my clit slowly.

The anticipation gives me shivers, and I gasp out a breath when he finally gets there.

He swirls his tongue around softly, slowly.

It’s such sweet torture that I can barely stand it.

His hand was rougher, firmer.

He looks up, and I wonder if he might be psychic when he pauses what he’s doing to watch me in concern.

“Are you good?” he asks.

“I’m better than good,” I assure him. “I’m just …”

God, this is embarrassing.

I should just fake it so we can move on to the next part.

No. He would know. He’s too observant. Damn.

“What is it?” he asks, moving back a bit more.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I start. “It would … I mean I need …”

Ugh. Why is this so damn awkward?

“Take your time,” he says.

I take a breath and blurt, “If you’re going to lick me, you’re going to have to do it harder.”

He smiles. “Harder?”

“I know it’s weird …”

“It’s not weird, but you’ll need to tell me when I’m getting it wrong, or right.”

He moves right back between my legs and flicks his tongue over my clit, the same way he flicked my nipples before.

“Better,” I murmur, getting into it as he continues.

He applies more pressure when he swirls his tongue against me between flicks, and I gasp out a breath when I feel myself starting to come on the third hard swirl.

The climax hits me hard, sending me soaring into that feeling of complete and absolute bliss.

He moves lower, tasting my cum while I catch my breath.

When he moves back, he doesn’t waste any time.

The tip of that thick cock I got a good glimpse of is rubbing against my wet slit a few seconds later, teasing my deprived pussy. He’s gazing at my body when I look up at him, naked desire in his eyes. I’ve never felt more wanted.

His gaze moves up and he gives me a searing stare. “Are you ready to be mine?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”