couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this turned on. Was it the man? The beast she knew to be lying just beneath that controlled exterior? Or was it something else?
Perhaps it was nothing more than the sexual energy in the air. Everywhere she’d turned, she’d seen men enjoying each other’s bodies. Hell, even J.C. and Brad had been fucking when she’d first met them. Why was she going to be the only person in Hard Delights to not have an orgasm tonight?
“I bet you taste as sweet as you feel,” J.C. murmured. She could barely hear him over the noise of the machine above.
She didn’t have to answer, but she whimpered in reply anyway. His mouth clamped down on her pussy, the tip of his tongue snaking out to delve into the crevice leading to the opening to her soaked channel. She grabbed hold of his hair with shaking hands, digging her fingernails into his scalp. If she hurt him, he didn’t show it.
His hot tongue speared her opening, sweeping inside her until she gasped, her knees buckling beneath her. He lapped at her with long, thick strokes, as though finally devouring her whole. She felt the beginnings of her orgasm begin to coil in her belly, thrumming and pounding against the inner walls of her pussy.
“Fill me. Please.”
She wasn’t sure if he heard her, but soon he had a finger poised at her entrance, circling her opening with the tip. His tongue moved up to her clit, swirled around the hard nub as his finger speared her cunt. It slid in easily so he added a second, and then a third. The intrusion stretched her gently. She gasped and clenched her inner walls in response. “Yes. Oh, J.C. Yes!”
He caught the plump edge of her pussy lip between his teeth and tugged as his fingers thrust inside her. She groaned. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple and into her cleavage.
Applying more pressure than before, he skimmed the ridge of her clit with the tip of his tongue. Eve’s pussy ached with barely controlled desire as he repeated the motion. She was so close… so desperately, unbearably close.
And then she was over the edge, floating on a scream wrought from her throat against her will. The orgasm started low in her belly and uncoiled through her veins until she was shaking, shuddering from the overwhelming release… in his arms.
She didn’t know when he’d risen, or when he’d wrapped her in his arms, but there she was, her body convulsing from the power of her orgasm and his warm hands rubbing circles down her back. He kissed the top of her head. The gesture wasn’t sexual. It was… comforting.
A flicker of panic rushed through her. Something wet hit her chest. She raised her hand to swipe away the sweat and realized it wasn’t more perspiration. Tears ran unheeded down her cheeks.
Embarrassment flooded her as thoroughly as her orgasm had only moments earlier. She untangled herself from his embrace and stood, hitting her head on the top of the ledge. She gritted her teeth against the pain and smoothed her dress, avoiding his gaze.
She ducked low to avoid the ledge again, intending to head straight for the gate without looking back. The reality of what she’d done was too much to bear. She’d never lost control like that. It wasn’t just unnerving. It was humiliating.
Though she still wore her clothes, she felt vulnerable, naked in every sense.
J.C. grabbed her wrist and she fought the urge to break away. He was going to try to stop her again. They’d had this argument too many times and she was drained, physically and mentally. She had no more arguing inside her.
Not knowing if she could face him, she didn’t turn around.
J.C.’s breath warmed the back of her neck. “Come back next week.”
He released her hand, and Eve didn’t wait to see if he’d say more. She did the only thing she could.
She ran.
Chapter Five
The colored lights of Vernon, Connecticut, glittered outside Eve’s office window like stars in the night sky. They made her think
Gillian Doyle, Susan Leslie Liepitz