Page 51 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
I’ve been keeping it smooth, just for him. Much as I want to deny that fact, he’s the only person who sees it, so it must be true.
His eyes lift back up to mine, and my breath catches as he grabs my knees and pushes my legs apart.
“Tell me the truth. Do you want to fuck the new guy? Does he turn you on?”
“Not as much as you do,” I say, and Bohnes laughs again, dropping down to his elbows and burying his face between my thighs. The second his slick tongue slides over the swollen pink flesh at the apex of my pussy, I’m screaming and digging my nails into the dirt.
This is the first time we’ve done this, the first time I’ve ever had a hot mouth between my thighs, tasting and lapping at my heat like it’s the elixir of life.
“Mmm,” Bohnes murmurs in that crypts-and-coffins voice of his. “You taste so sweet, Scarlett. Whoever would’ve thought?” He dives right back down as I dig my fingertips into his white hair, yanking on it. The harder I pull, the deeper he thrusts his tongue, the messier he gets.
Saliva drips down my ass, mixed with my own juices, teasing the aching spot of my rear entrance. Yet another game that Bohnes and I haven’t yet played. I could see trying it all with him. I don’t know why. Maybe I should save a few firsts for somebody else?
As soon as he sucks my clit into his mouth like he’s giving me a blow job, I completely lose my shit. I’m crying and kicking at the dirt beneath us with fancy black heels as I keep his head trapped between my legs, blood pumping furiously through my veins, highlighting my most sensitive areas.
My nipples are officially on fire, and I swear, if he doesn’t touch them soon, I’ll burst. Frustrated, I rip the dress down, exposing my tits, and I take my nipples between my fingertips. I yank on them mercilessly as Bohnes devours my cunt, licking and laving me with his hot mouth, murmuring things under his breath that I can’t quite make out, but which vibrate against my folds and make me writhe.
He takes me to the edge with just his mouth, using his hands to hold my thighs wide.
“I’m gonna come,” I murmur, massaging my own breasts. “I’m gonna come. Oh God, Bohnes. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
And then, just as that wild web of pleasure stretches from my nipples to my clit, to my empty, aching channel, Bohnes stops. He pulls away and sits up, the lower half of his face shiny with a mixture of his own saliva and my warm arousal.
He runs his tongue in a lewd circle, smacking his lips and offering me up a disturbed grin.
“I could eat you whole, Scarlett Force,” he tells me, and then he lets his head fall back and he laughs. The sound of whatever race is currently going on carries through the dark like a growl, a night song of competing engines to drown out the dark and disturbed union taking place in the woods. “I could consume you,” he continues, his teeth gritted as he leans his huge body over mine, and I grab at him, digging my nails into his muscular upper back.
He’s so pale above me, he practically glows in what little moonlight manages to break through the trees. Paired with the icy eyes and the white hair, the tattoos on his hands, arms, back, and legs, he’s truly a beautiful nightmare.
I should probably be afraid of him. Quite a few people are—and with good reason. Not much scares me though, even things that should. So maybe that’s what it is? Maybe there’s nothing special about Bohnes at all?
“Consume me then,” I breathe, trying to yank him down, trying to get him to fuck me. That’s the easy part, I think. He wants to fuck me so bad, but he’s looking at me like he isn’t sure if he wants to take me up on the offer.
“You’re not ready for that, I don’t think,” he says, dropping his mouth to my neck again. Even though he’s getting me messy, tangling my hair in dirt and leaves and pine needles, smearing that wetness across my skin, I don’t care. “You’re not ready, but I want to eat you, Scarlett. I want to bite you. I want to devour you.”
He nuzzles against me and then drops his hungry mouth to my breasts, biting my nipple so hard that I actually scream again. A real scream. Long and loud and echoing. My hips buck up against his body, asking for more as he purposefully grabs my arms and slams them into the ground.
Bohnes takes his time, lapping at my nipples, grazing them with his teeth, pulling on them and sending violent shivers of pleasure through me. I specifically chose to come down here after I had a couple of races beneath my belt for the night.
