Page 8 of Mr. Wrong (Hollywood Knights #1)
Eight
Lex
I pick her up, half-dressed and still shaking from the orgasm I just gave her and carry her into the bedroom where she makes another one of those adorably nervous squeaks when I drop her on the bed.
Looking down at her, I hook a hand into the neck of my shirt and pull it up and over my head, laughing a little when her eyes widen at the sight of me. Superior genetics, a flexible schedule and access to a state-of-the-art home gym have been good to me and I know it.
Reaching for her foot, I pull off one of her low-tops and toss it over my shoulder. “Taco socks,” I say, lifting her leg to examine her sock before tugging it off her foot. “Cute.”
Her face goes up in flames and I instinctively tighten my hold on her ankle to keep her from pulling away. Instead of trying to reclaim her foot, she just shrugs and aims her gaze at my shoulder. “I like tacos.”
Dropping her bare foot to my hip, I repeat the process, pulling off her other shoe to reveal a completely different sock. This one is orange and green argyle. I pinch the toe of it and yank it off. “You don’t match your socks.” Like the rest of her, I find it unbearably sexy.
I shouldn’t. Nothing about her is sexual. Silly socks and granny panties. Mr. Rogers sweaters and ironed jeans for Christ’s sake—but there is no denying the fact that I want to fuck her so bad my hands are shaking.
Without waiting for her to answer, I pull her jeans and underwear down her legs and drop them on the floor. And then I just stand there and stare at what has to be the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.
Perfectly trimmed. Pink and plump. Soft and wet. I’m kneeling in front of her before I can blink, arms slipped under her knees, hands gripped around the tops of her thighs.
“Lex?” It comes out anxious and a little confused, the sound of it chased by another one of her cute little yelps when I pull her across the bed until her ass is hanging off the edge of the mattress. “What are you— ohmygod .”
“I told you.” She nearly comes up off the mattress when I drag my tongue up the center of her.
“I’m licking your perfect little pussy, Ellenore,” I growl against her, right before I give her another sweep of my tongue, this time pushing deeper, splitting the seam of her pussy with the tip of it, licking and sucking her slick, swollen flesh until my mouth is filled with the taste of her and her hips are fighting against my grip, pumping and flexing into the pressure of my mouth.
Letting go of her thighs, I push my hands under the hem of her T-shirt to splay them across her stomach, still holding her in place while giving her hips freedom to move.
A groan rumbles deep in my throat when she buries her hands in my hair, pulling my face tighter against her while she shamelessly fucks my mouth.
“Lex…” she says my name again, this time on a breathless moan, the muscles in her stomach quivering under my hands, contracting in response to the orgasm getting ready to roll through her. “ Holy shit.. . please .”
Locking my mouth around the top of her mound, I flatten my tongue, sucking and licking her hard, swollen clit until she’s coming in my mouth so hard she’s screaming my name and her thighs are slamming together around my head.
Half expecting my brother’s on-site security officer to start pounding on the door at any minute, I pry her legs apart with every intention of extracting myself but she tastes and feels so goddamn good on my tongue, I can’t stop licking her.
Not until her thighs go slack in my grip and her fingers loosen in my hair, and I’m pretty sure I’ve tongue fucked her into a coma.
And even then, it’s a struggle.
Finally tearing my mouth away from her, I stand, yanking my jeans open before shoving them down far enough to step out of them. Kicking them into the corner, I open the nightstand drawer and rifle through it until I find a condom. Tearing it open, I roll it down the length of my shaft.
Moving to stand between her legs again, I push her back on the mattress until she’s in the center of it before stretching out over her, my hips settled into the cradle of her thighs, the engorged head of my cock notched against her slick entrance.
Leaning on my forearms to keep myself steady, I dip my head to nuzzle her neck. “Still with me?”
“ Mmm. ” Her response hums in her throat, vibrating against my lips, her hips tilting against mine. “ Oh …” Her breath catches in her throat when the shift of her pelvis against mine pushes the head of my cock past her entrance. “I need to mismatch my socks more often…”
I start to laugh at the exact moment my ears start to ring and my entire dick starts to throb, from base to tip.
“It was definitely the socks that did it,” I half laugh, half growl in her ear, pressing my lips to the soft spot behind it while I flex my hips against hers, stroking into her slowly, giving myself time to adjust because as it stands, I’m seconds away from coming.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Ellenore,” I tell her, licking my way into her mouth, loving the way she moans, turned on and scandalized, when she tastes herself on my tongue.
I add the fact that she’s never tasted her own pussy to the rapidly growing list of things that drive me crazy about her but shouldn’t.
Like the fact that she’s still wearing her T-shirt and sweater and didn’t ask me who my brother was, even though he’s obviously more than just some guy who owns a bar.
Like the way her hips rock and move under mine, her short, sharp nails digging into my shoulder blades, raking down my back to grip my ass, urging me to pound her with my cock, hard and fast.
She suddenly goes stiff under me, her legs wrapping around my hips to lock us together while she shudders and bucks against me. She’s coming again.
“ Fuuuck .” Tearing my mouth away from hers, I groan it against her neck, while I come, my balls tightening and releasing while she milks my cock, her slick, swollen pussy gripping around me like a fist.