Cutter: A Fight or Flight Novel by Ashley Suzanne Read Free Book Online Page B

how all these quotes around your room show me who you really are, what you want out of life. It’s watching your tits sway when you move from one place to the next. And, fuck me, it’s how gorgeous your ass looks in those tight little pants, which I’m fairly sure you’re not wearing anything underneath.”
    Kneeling on the bed, she pulls the waistband of her pants down past her hip on one side, exposing bare skin. “Look at you making accurate observations and whatnot.” Putting my knuckle between my teeth, I suppress the groan threatening to escape my throat and playfully shake my head.
    “You’ve got about thirty seconds to finish up or I’m either gonna come in my pants or fuck up all that organization you’ve got going on.”
    “Cool your jets,” she retorts, and goes back to carefully making sure everything’s in its correct place.
    “Thirty…Twenty-nine…Twenty-eight…Time’s running out, Jo….Gotta move quicker than that….Twenty-five…Twenty-four…Don’t forget that pen on the pillow….Twenty…Nineteen.”
    Josette looks up at me through her thick lashes and bats them playfully. If only she’d realize there’s nothing funny about this. I need to get inside her or I really am liable to come in my pants. She’s crazy if she thinks I don’t notice the extra swagger in her ass as she bends over, or the sashay in her hips as she walks to deposit books on the desk, or how her back arches, pushing her tits out toward me, almost beckoning me.
    “Hey, Cutter,” she calls, moving to stand in front of me, her skin mere inches from my face.
    “Yeah,” I answer.
    “Three…Two…One.”
    She barely finishes the countdown before I’m on my feet, lifting her by the backs of her thighs and thrusting my hand into her hair. Josette starts giggling, but I capture her lips and the soft moan that follows shortly after. Making my way to the bed, I gently lay her on the blanket and get to work ridding her of those sexy-ass pants that probably are made for comfort but do nothing but make my dick uncomfortable in the confines of my sweats.
    After I wrestle her leggings off, Josette pushes herself up the bed, resting her head on the pillow. An unmistakable lustful glaze appears over her dilated pupils as she curls her finger, calling me to join her. Slowly, but shyly, which makes it even hotter for some reason, her legs fall open and Josette bares herself to me, exposing the promised land between her thighs.
    “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, raking my greedy eyes up and down her perfectly toned body.
    “I wish I could say the same, but you have far too many clothes on,” she huskily says, pointing to my sweatpants. Wasting not another second, I rip them down my legs, and I don’t miss her gasp as my dick springs free of my boxers, hard and ready…more than ready.
    It’s been a while for me, so I already know I have to pace myself or I’ll embarrass the hell out of myself by coming on her thigh, before I even get inside. So, instead of pouncing at the opportunity, I gently grab one of her legs. Starting at the instep of her foot, I softly kiss there and chart a path up her body. Each time my lips graze another area of untouched skin, Josette squirms a little beneath me and arches her hips, silently begging for me to finish torturing her. If only she knew this was for her benefit….Okay, that’s a lie, I’m enjoying the hell out of myself right now.
    When I reach the apex of her thighs, I place one small, chaste kiss over the small patch of hair covering the mound and devilishly grin up at her. “How ya doing up there, Jo?” I ask playfully as I start to kiss my way up to her stomach.
    “Cutter,” she breathes. “I’m not one for being hasty or making rash decisions, or even being forceful, but if you don’t get back down there, I’m going to explode, and not in the good way.”
    Allowing my tongue to retrace my steps, I wind up back at the delicate skin, running my tongue in circles