Page 12 of Not in the Plans (London Lightning #1)

Chapter Ten

OLIVIA

T he walk back to my flat feels longer than it should. With Tag’s hand in mine, I’m anxious. Not because I’m nervous about what is about to happen.

No.

I’m excited.

I told myself before I left that I wouldn’t feel pressured into going home with him if he asked. We’ve already had sex. I know it’s good. No, great.

Turns out, it was me who couldn’t contain herself when it came to Tag.

“This is me,” I tell Tag once my building comes into view. He squeezes my hand in response as I key open the front door and step inside. A short, brightly lit hall leads back to my unit.

“Looks nice.” Tag gives my flat an appraising eye as I follow him inside.

Refurbished hardwood floors have a natural finish to them. A small bookcase is built into the back wall that overlooks a small garden. The kitchen isn’t much, with a small washer thrown in, but at least my bedroom is cosy .

“It’s not much, but I like having access to my own green space. Something a lot of Londoners don’t necessarily have.” I slip out of my blazer and drape it over the back of the sofa, not before grabbing the gum wrapper and spitting the piece out.

“I don’t want to talk about London real estate.” Tag grabs me around the waist and pulls me into him.

“No?”

He shakes his head. “I’m more interested in messing up this flat of yours.”

“Then let me lead the way.” Stepping out of his arms, I grab his hand and lead him towards my bedroom.

It’s not overly large, but the bed is brimming with pillows and a soft duvet. It’s welcoming with pinks and yellows against the grey wall. It’s my sanctuary.

In the soft light of the room, Tag looks hungry. Like he wants to devour me. The entire walk home all I could think about was getting his mouth on mine.

“Sit on the bed.”

“What?” he asks, looking a tiny bit stunned.

“I believe you heard me.”

“Look at you.” His warm hand doesn’t leave my side as he takes me with him, plopping down on the side of the bed. “Taking control.”

“I know what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

Stepping between his spread legs, I cup his cheeks and press my lips against his. His response is immediate, opening for me as I slide my tongue against his. He tastes like the gum he’s been chewing. I’m not sure when he ditched his, but I’m greedy. Sucking on his tongue and drinking him in.

Liquid heat flashes through my veins as his fingers slip under the hem of my satin top. How can a kiss be even better than I remembered it?

Lust fogs my head as I get swept up in his kiss.

Strong hands pull me down onto his lap. A gasp escapes my lips at the feel of his hard cock between my legs.

“Tag.”

“Do you know how good you taste?” He purrs against my neck. “I can’t fucking wait to taste your sweet, sweet pussy again.”

“I want to taste you.” I throw my head back as Tag’s lips trail a warm, wet path down my chest.

“I think I can make that happen.”

Tag’s cock twitches between my legs as he wraps an arm around my waist and tosses me down onto the bed.

“Oh!”

Towering above me, Tag’s presence fills my vision. His hand rubs over his hard length before deft fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. Sitting up, I pull the camisole over my head.

Before I can unfasten my bra, Tag stops me with a hand to my chest. “That’s my job, baby.”

His hands drift upward, finding the hook and flicking it. I let my bra slide down my arms as Tag’s eyes take in my naked chest. My nipples are tight under his slow perusal.

“It seems unfair that you’re not getting naked too,” I tell him.

“I’ll get there.” One lone finger drags a trail up the center of my chest, tracing the bare skin there. “I’ve been dreaming about your body since that night.”

“Yeah?” I squirm under his intense stare, needing more relief than he is giving me.

“I love how responsive you are to me.” His fingers pluck my nipple. “How I know exactly what to do to make you wet.”

“I’m not wet.”

It’s a blatant lie, but if it moves things along, I’ll be happy. I’m aching and want Tag.

Covering my body with his, Tag whispers in my ear, “Now why does that sound like a lie?”

“Is it?” I fire back.

His hand drifts low, cupping my pussy through my jeans. “I think it’s time I found out if you are lying.”

Tag makes quick work of my heels, jeans, and underwear. But not before he fingers the soft material.

“I knew it,” he says. “Are you ready for me, Liv?”

“God, yes.”

Strong hands move over my legs. I’m becoming obsessed with the feel of Tag’s hands on my bare skin. The way they caress me. As if he’s studying for an exam to recall every inch of my body.

“Tag.” Grabbing his wrist, I stop the trailing of his hand as it moves farther up my body, now hovering on my soft stomach.

“What, baby?” Lips nibble at the soft skin of my neck.

“You’re going the wrong way.”

“Is that so? You want my hands here?”

Calloused fingers massage the muscles in my calves.

“No.”

“Here?” A single finger drags over the back of my knee. “Or here?”

They slide down the backs of my thighs, stopping just before the tips of his fingers hit my arse.

“Keep going.”

I’m wet, pussy throbbing as the man above me winds me up tighter and tighter. I’m a live wire ready to snap.

“Tag,” I groan. “Please. ”

“Is this what you want?” He sinks one long, thick finger inside of me and I nearly combust with the pleasure of it.

“Yes!” I gasp.

His moves are slow and measured as I chase down the heat that curls inside of me. It won’t take much for him to push me over the edge.

I’m a writhing mess underneath him as his mouth captures mine and our tongues tangle. My nails dig into his back, urging him on.

“Are you going to come for me like I know you can?”

“Make me.”

Tag nips at the tender skin of my neck. It feels so good with his finger thrusting inside me that I can’t hold it together a minute longer.

I come unglued. If it weren’t for Tag’s weight holding me down, I feel like I could fly off the bed. Stars burst behind my eyes as words of praise rain down on me from the man working me through my orgasm.

“So fucking good, Liv. So wet. So perfect. Fuck. I can’t wait to suck your release off my fingers.”

“I want more,” I purr.

“So greedy.”

Tag seals his mouth over mine. He tries to pull back, but I don’t let him. I need his touch as my body comes down from the most perfect orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Only because you make me feel so incredible.”

“Well.” Tag tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Get ready, because I will be making you feel more of that.”

This time, I do push him back. “Not until I get my taste.”

Shoving him onto his back, I shed him of his remaining clothing and watch as his dick springs free. Licking my lips, I can’t take my eyes off his hard length.

The way the vein on the underside throbs. The precum leaking from the tip. It’s a heady sensation knowing that I’m the one that makes this sexy specimen of a man feel this way.

“What are you waiting for? Do it,” he urges me on.

I quirk a brow at him. “Now who’s being greedy?”

“I can’t help it if I’m ready to fuck you again. I’ve only been waiting since you left my bed the first night.”

I smile up at him as I take his cock in hand. “I won’t be leaving tomorrow morning, that I can promise.”

“Fuck. That feels good.”

“It’ll feel even better in a minute.”

Sucking the tip into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the head, loving the sounds that escape Tag.

I take him as far back as I can, stretching my lips around his girth. The salty taste of him on my tongue urges me on. Bringing a man like Tag Easton to his knees has me swallowing him back as far as I can.

“Fuuuuck.” Tag thrusts up into my mouth, causing me to gag around him. “Fuck, sorry, baby.”

I pull off him. “Don’t be.”

Taking a deep breath, I dive back on him. Using my hand and mouth, I work him over in hard squeezes and long, slow sucks. I lap up everything he is giving me. Until his fingers card through my hair and pull me off him with a pop.

“Now. I want to be inside that sweet pussy of yours now. ”

“Condom?” I ask.

“Wallet.”

Finding his jeans on the floor, I fish it out of his pocket and take out the foiled packet. I make quick work of opening it and sliding it down him.

Before he can move, I’m straddling his hips. I line myself up and slide down his cock, allowing time to adjust to his thick size.

I’m wet from my earlier release, making it easier as I take him fully inside me.

“Yes.” I dig my nails into his pecs as I wiggle my hips.

Rocking over him, my moves are slow and measured. Every inch of him feels like he was made just for me.

“Fuck, Liv. You look so damn beautiful like this.” Tag pulls me down, wiping the corner of my mouth before leaning in for a searing kiss. “Bouncing on my cock.”

“I can’t get enough. I’m so close.”

“Then come.”

Tag grabs my hips and pumps up—hard—into me. “Oh!”

My orgasm is no less powerful than before as it sweeps through me. It’s as if my own release drags his out of him. I collapse on top of him as he fills the condom.

“Baby, that was so damn good.”

His bare skin is sticky under mine. Our breathing syncs as we both come down from our highs.

I’m becoming addicted to being in his arms like this. I want more.

Even if it’s not in the plan.