Page 21 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
Fuck this.
I’m out of bed in a flash. I walk over to her door and knock gently. “Everything okay?”
I’m trying so hard not to laugh as she answers, “Yes, yes,” but it’s not your normal yes, yes. She’s about to fucking come.
Oh no, you don’t, Sutton. Not unless it’s on my tongue.
I enter the room, walk over to the bed and bend at the bottom. Her legs are still parted. Good. She hasn’t said anything yet, so I’m assuming she wants this. I lift the covers over my head and start at her ankles, kissing and licking my way up her inner leg until I get to her inner thigh.
“Is this okay, Sutton? Say no if you don’t want this.” I give her a couple of seconds and then carry on my assault on her thighs.
I’m licking and biting the inside of her thighs. The buzzing noise has stopped and is now replaced with subtle moans. Fuck she smells good. I can smell her arousal, and it’s making my dick painfully hard. Moving upwards in one firm stroke, I taste between her lips from bottom to top, ending at her clit. She moans louder, and her fingers grip my hair.
Fuck, this is good. She tastes so sweet. Like honey. She’s so wet. Wet for me.
I slide in one finger and gently move in and out, massaging her clit with my tongue. She meets my face as she starts to buck her hips. Yeah, she’s as turned on as me. I gently add a second finger. She’s tight, and I need her stretched if she’s going to take me fully. Moving slowly in and out, I can feel her orgasm building. She is starting to writhe and fuck my face.
That’s it, Sutton. Be the dirty girl you know you want to be.
I can feel her tightening, so I pull my fingers out and lap up the juices.
“Don’t stop, please,” she’s begging. I love it when women beg, but from her, it’s like fire in my balls. I replace my tongue with my thumb. Pressing harder on her clit, I move my head up to kiss those beautiful lips I’ve dreamed so much of.
Moving my thumb in time with my fingers, she comes, exploding all over my hand. She can’t yell or scream my name just yet as I have her tongue wrapped with mine. She’s tasting herself and loving it. She’s coming so hard. If she comes any harder, she’s gonna break my fingers.
She pulls her face away slightly and breathes deeply. I can tell by the way she’s breathing she is fucked. Well and truly. I’m not taking this any further tonight. She just got out of the hospital and needs to sleep. I’ll deal with my blue balls later. I do the only thing any man should do in this situation. I slide off of her and wrap my arms around her until she is fast asleep.
Chapter 17
Sutton
DidIdreamlastnight? Nope, definitely not. I feel down below to find I am not wearing my pyjamas.
Oh God, Sutton, what did you do? Or why did you let it happen?
A smile crosses my face and I realise that, for once, I did what I wanted to do because I was enjoying it, and it made me feel good. Today is a different story. I turn over, and the bed is empty. My stomach sinks. He must have gone back to his room after our little playtime last night.
Feeling a little rejected, I grab my pyjamas and put them on quickly. I pick up the crutches and make my way through to the bathroom. With a quick freshen-up and brush of my teeth, I start to feel better about myself. I quickly brush my unruly mop of hair into a scruffy bun, and I’m nearly ready to face the mountain named West.
Clunking and scraping the crutches across the marbled floors, I make my way through to the kitchen. I can smell coffee, and Mr. Hot Coffee himself stood at the stove in his boxers. The crutches take on a mind of their own and slip out to the side. He moves like lightning grabbing me and putting me down on one of the chairs.
“Fuck, Sutton, you scared me. Take it slower on these floors.”
He sounds like he’s scolding me, but he’s not angry, just concerned. I blush as our eyes meet, remembering where those eyes were last night and where those lips were and where that tongue was. I start to squirm and shift off the chair.
Fuck, it’s getting warm in here.
I fan myself with the morning paper sitting on the counter.
“Are you not going to work today? It’s Friday and a workday,” I ask. It’s later than I thought. The clock is flashing 9:21.
“I’m taking a personal day to get you settled in and make sure you have everything you need.” He’s looking at me with a very dirty smirk, and then he flashes those eyes at me again.
Shit, how does he make my lady bits flutter just by looking at me?
“That’s why Kara wouldn’t come today?” I coughed out.
“She has her niece staying with her and asked if I could make sure you were taken care of today and over the weekend. I’m sure I’ll be able to take care of you plenty over the next three days if you’ll let me.”
