Page 64 of Elite Player
Her dark eyes journey over her reflection, over the long sleeves that she nervously toys with. At first glance, it’s not too revealing, but it’s the way the material is gathered at her waist, how the dress hits her mid-thigh, and the severe V-neck that makes me lose my words. It’s burgundy, close to the lipstick color she likes to wear, and when she angles herself so she can see her backside, I palm it. “You look so fucking pretty.”
She tips her face up to me. “You don’t think it’s too much?”
“I think it’s perfect, but you’re the one who has to love it. Do you?”
“It feels good,” she says, plucking at the sleeves, and I slide my palm over her ass to squeeze her hip.
“Yep.”
“I like that it shows my body a little, you know?”
I lean down to brush my lips over the curve of her neck. “Mm-hmm.”
“But I don’t have shoes to wear with it.”
“We’ll buy some for you. Jewelry, purse, whatever you need.”
She breathes out a laugh. “You like it that much?”
I lift my head from where I’ve been nuzzling behind her ear. “I like you that much.”
Her throat works on a swallow, and it’s the last straw. I wrap one arm around her middle and the other around her mouth, as I all but carry her into the dressing room. “I need five minutes, that’s all, okay? But you have to be quiet?”
“Quiet?” she asks as I kneel down on the floor. “Nico, what are you?—”
“Shh.” I lift the skirt and skim my hands up her thighs. “Just…let me do this. I need to.”
“Do what?” she whispers, and I reach my arm up, placing my index finger against her mouth.
“Be quiet and let me do my thing.” When I place anopenmouthed kiss on her inner thigh, she gasps and finally understands, with a soft “oh god.”
“Yeah, I need to taste you straight from the source, but I’ll have to stop if you keep making noise, and I really don’t want to stop. So please, mama, be quiet.”
She rolls her lips over her teeth and nods, eyes as big as dinner plates, tension thrumming through her limbs. No one has ever gone down on her before, and I am less than a Neanderthal for how much my ego inflates because I’ll be the first.
Even worse, the possessive voice in the back of my head screams at me to make sure I’m the only, but I can’t think about that now when I’m busy shimmying her panties down her legs. I stuff them in my pocket and thrust up the bottom of the dress to her waist, ordering, “Hold this.”
She does without a sound, and I skim my hands up the backs of her thighs as I drag the tip of my nose along her pelvic bone. She smells so good my mouth waters, and I haven’t even put it on her yet.
But before I do, I tilt my head back. “I’m going to make you come with my mouth and probably my fingers, okay?”
She nods.
“Remember, you have to stay quiet.”
Another nod.
“If we get caught, I’m sure it’ll become a whole thing on the internet that Nico Tremblay was eating out his fiancée in public, and I don’t think either one of us wants that to happen, right?”
She shakes her head.
“So you going to be good for me?”
At her final nod, I grin. “Attagirl.”
Then she closes her eyes and lets her head thunk back against the wall, her knuckles white with how hard she’s fisting the material of her dress, keeping it up and out of my way.
With my fingertips digging into her ass cheeks, I lean in to lick up her slit once before I pause to make sure she won’t makea sound. When she doesn’t, I continue, flattening my tongue and doing it again, drinking in her taste.
