Page 26 of Renegade
“No fair,” I protest.
“A bet’s a bet. There weren’t any rules.”
He kisses me again, his mouth ravaging mine, leaving me breathless.
“Look at me.” My eyes lock with his at the command. “No faking it. Not with me.” The way he says it sends little shudders of awareness skittering over me.
“Not a chance,” I say breathlessly. “I want to win.” But I don’t. I’ve never wanted to lose so badly in my life.
“That’s my girl.” With a low chuckle, his lips burn a hot path down the column of my neck. He kisses my breasts and my nipples, his tongue flicking the tips before he moves down my torso, over my stomach, moving lower and lower. I shiver slightly, although I’m not cold. If anything, I think I might combust. My skin feels hot and flushed.
He lets go of my hands so he can grip my hips as he reaches my mound, but I’m still powerless to move. I suddenly want more than anything to feel his mouth on my sex. He doesn’t disappoint me. Spreading me gently with his fingertips, he slowly strokes his tongue over my sex. I wiggle fiercely, wanting more. He chuckles and presses my clit with his thumb, making agonizingly slow, erotic circles as he rasps, “I’m going to make you come so hard you scream.”
His mouth is hot and eager, and he uses his whole tongue to explore and taste every inch of me, moving his tongue fast and quick and then slow and easy, flicking my needy clit a few times before circling it with the tip of his tongue until I think I’m going to go insane.
He adds a finger, pushing it deep inside me, and then a second, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to die from sensory overload. His fingers slide in and out of me rhythmically as his tongue works its magic, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My hips churn furiously. My fingers grab the sheets, bunching them into a tight ball with my desperate need to come.
I’m close…so close. I have never wanted to come so badly in my life.
But I can’t.
“Now might be a good time to ask my permission.”
Walker’s deep voice, husky with desire, catches me off guard.
“I…what?” He’s now planting little kisses along my inner thighs, and I’m having trouble focusing on anything but the feel of his lips, and how I really want them back between my legs. “Permission for what?”
“To come. I told you yesterday, you have to ask.” He flicks my clit lightly. “So ask.”
“Uh…ooh…can I…mmm…come?” Each word is punctuated by a moan as he teases my clit.
His quiet laugh sends warmth spreading through me. “Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I want you to come on my tongue. I want to feel your thighs clench and your whole body tighten as you go over the edge.”
He’s gotten me closer than anyone has before, but it’s still just beyond my grasp, so close I can almost grab it, but then it flits away again. Normally at this point I would fake it, or stop the guy, or tell him I wanted his cock inside me so we’ll both forget that he couldn’t make me come, but there is nothing normal about this. This is Walker. And I want more than anything for him to send me over the edge.
“And if I can’t?” It’s a whisper.
“Then you get my T-shirt.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “And I get to taste you for as long as I want. Because I’m not going to stop until I’m good and ready.”
Somehow, his words turn me on even more.
He opens me again intimately, his thumb slipping into my almost embarrassingly slick opening to spread my juices over my clit. I squirm from the sheer pleasure of it. Then he laces his fingers with mine, and with our hands clasped, he fastens his mouth over me again. But this time, he doesn’t do anything. He’s completely still, his tongue just touching my so-hard-I-think-it’s-going-to-explode clit.
Blind need is churning in my veins and I instantly move against him, desperate for the sensation that only he can give. My hips rise and fall of their own volition, and each movement of my pelvis moves his tongue over my throbbing clit. It’s exquisite in its subtlety. I control the motion, the intensity, and the speed, yet somehow I have never felt more possessed. Pleasure, hunger, and a desperate wanting build as everything inside me coils into an impossibly tight ball of need. The intensity of it terrifies me, but I don’t want to stop. I can’t. I’ve never physically ached for release like this.
I hover over the edge of that dark oblivion that I’m both terrified of and desperate to hurtle over. I grip his hands tighter as I move against his rigid tongue, and he squeezes back, letting me know he’s got me. I teeter, my body strung on the edge. With one last violent thrust of my hips and a primitive cry, I let go and plummet into the abyss. The release is so intense, I would lose my bearings if it wasn’t for the strength of Walker’s hands holding me to earth. The release pulses through me, seemingly never ending, until finally I stop moving. I lie there panting until I feel Walker stretch out against me. I open my eyes to see his familiar ones gazing at me intently.
After a minute, I say, “You’ve ruined me. That totally blew every orgasm I’ve ever given myself out of the water.”
I love the way his eyes crinkle at the corner when he smiles. “We’re not finished yet. Not now that you know what you’re capable of.”
“Oh, no.” The determined look in his eyes has me rolling away from him.
“Do you think you have a say in it?” He grabs me by the hips with a laugh, pulling me up onto all fours.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “My clit is too sensitive.”
“Who said anything about your clit?” He thrusts two fingers into my dripping sex, once again touching that new little bundle of nerves deep within me that I never knew about until tonight, and I go from zero to a thousand instantly. I shake my head wildly, some animalistic instinct in me propelling me to flee, although another part of me wants to feel more, to experience the wild abandon he seems to be able to access instantaneously. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pushing me down so my head and shoulders are pinned to the bed as he finger fucks me into oblivion.
