Page 76 of Goode to Be Bad

I kissed her clit, a soft wet suckling of my lips. Backed away to grin at her, three fingers penetrating her in a slow arrhythmic squelching slide. “Nope.”

She growled, pushing her pussy against my hand, needing what I refused to give her. “Please.”

Slower, then, fingers moving in and out millimeters at a time. I flicked her clit with my tongue and she flinched, hips flexing helplessly. “God, oh god Myles—please, I’m so close. I need it so bad.”

“Mmm-mmm. Not yet.”

I continued to tease her until her hips were flexing wildly and she was gasping and growling like a trapped wildcat, trying desperately to grind hard enough against my evasive tongue to take the orgasm I wouldn’t give her.

“You want me to beg? Is that it?” she snarled. “Fine, I’ll beg. Please, Myles—please!”

I kissed her clit again, made out with her pussy until she was on the verge. “Nope, not really turned on by begging.”

She mewled in frustration as I left my mouth inches from her and went back to teasing her with my fingers sliding in and out in no set rhythm. “Thenwhat,Myles? What do you want? You want me to suck your cock and swallow all your cum? Is that it?” She tried to reach for me, but I wouldn’t let her move, held her in place and dove in, twirling my tongue around her clit until she cried out raggedly, sobbing. “Oh god oh god oh god, Myles,please—what? What thefuckdo you want? Do you want me to let you fuck me bare? What? Tell me what you want!”

What I wanted was her to make love to me.

I wanted her to take me inside her, and cling to me, come around me, and whisper my name as we came together, bare or not. I wanted to hear her come apart and tell me she wanted me and needed and loved me. I wanted her arms around me, her legs scissoring around my hips, and her breath in my ear.

I wanted what she could not and would not give me, and she was so hung up on the no condom thing that she was missing the truth of what I really wanted:her,the real true raw bare vulnerable Lexie Goode, given willingly and openly.

So, instead of getting something that she wasn’t ready or able to give, I drove her to the edge of madness and held her there. Licked and fingered her to the cusp of climax and kept her there, begging and pleading and crazed, thrusting and thrashing, crying and sobbing, tipped precariously backward in the chair and unable to totally give in.

When it was obvious she couldn’t take any more, I picked her up out of the chair and carried her in my arms into the bedroom and set her gently on the bed.

“Myles?” she panted. Eyes wet, breasts heaving. “Please?”

I knelt at her feet. I gazed at her, and let her see the love in my eyes, let her see what I felt, what I’d told her I felt.

I cupped her ass to lift her higher. “Now, Lexie.”

And then I devoured her hard and fast and wild, and she screamed louder than she’d ever screamed, spine arching off the bed, bridged upward with her feet digging into the mattress, pussy grinding helplessly against my mouth, wetness bursting on my tongue as she exploded. Her teeth clenched down hard on her scream and it became a ragged whining growl as she came and came, sobbing through it.

When it finally released her from its tidal sway, Lexie collapsed to the bed, panting. I slid up her body and lay beside her, brought the covers up around us and cradled her in my arms, pillowing her head on my chest.

“Sleep now,” I whispered.

She couldn’t even murmur in response.

I fell asleep holding her, feeling her twitch as she fell into slumber.

I woketo sunlight streaming hot and yellow on my closed eyelids and the sounds of the city blowing in through the open door to the balcony.

And something hot and wet and soft moving on my cock.

I moaned, fluttered my eyes open. “Mmm?”

I looked down, and saw Lexie outlined under the sheet that was draped over my waist. Felt her hands cradling my balls and cupping my shaft as she went down on me, slow and deep.

“Lex…”

She hummed a negative. Batted the sheet away. Reached up and found my hand, placed it on her head. Pushed down on my hand. Encouraging me to guide her to what I wanted, how I wanted this.

Sleepy, disoriented, already rising to the verge of orgasm, I was helpless to stop, to resist wanting this. Her mouth felt so good and I’d gone to sleep with a painful erection that hadn’t ever entirely faded.

I gave in, and tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her to slow down, to go shallower, and then deeper. She swallowed around me, gagged a little, and I held still and brought her shallower yet, not wanting or liking the gagging sounds. She stroked me, cradled and massaged me, and I lost myself in her soft wet mouth, gasping and panting as she took me to the edge.

“Lex, I’m gonna come,” I breathed. “Right now, fuck, rightnow—fuck!”