No Strings Attached by Erin Lark Read Free Book Online

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    You could always fake it. I couldn't lie to him. Like it or not, I didn't see Thayre as a one night stand, even if it didn't end in a relationship. He was more to me than a stranger off the streets. We had a history, and that past still connected us through our music.
    “Oh God,” I moaned when Thayre circled my clit with a fingertip.
    “Like that?” he asked, lowering my foot to the ground so I was level.
    “Yes.”
    My fingertips tingled, and soon, all I could feel was Thayre's thumb on my clit. His cool exhalations on my cunt. Oh fuck —his tongue parting my pussy lips.
    I arched my back away from the wall, whimpering as he pulled away. “Don't...” I swallowed and tried again. “Don't stop.”
    “Wouldn't think of it.”
    With the gentle touch of his hand, he coaxed me to part my legs further while still leaning against the wall. It may have been hard and cold, but at this point, I didn't care. The bed was too far away. It would've taken too long to get there, and leaving the wall meant we'd have to stop. Not going to happen.
    I set a hand in his hair, clawing at his scalp and screwing my eyes tight when his lips closed around my clit. I hadn't had a man go down on me in years, but much like his aggressive kiss, Thayre knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked, licked and circled my clit, then changed directions with his tongue as soon as my climax started to build from his licks.
    Oblivious to what I may have been doing to his scalp with my hand, the center of my universe was focused on his mouth. That tongue.
    “Oh my God.”
    He thrust a finger inside my pussy, gently beckoning my G-spot as he continued to tease my clit with his mouth. Cool fire ran up and down my spine, igniting every one of my nerve endings as I rose higher and higher.
    “That's it, baby,” Thayre's voice reached from outside my subconscious. “God, you have no idea how hard I am for you right now.”
    I moaned as I tried to focus on his voice, but as soon as he spoke his last words, I lost myself to the endorphins racing through my body. The room tilted to one side. I placed both my palms flat against the wall to keep from falling.
    And Thayre kept going, fucking me with his hand. His mouth. Both at the same time. I could barely breathe as he withdrew his finger from my pussy, inserting two digits moments later. Using smooth, fluid strokes, he brushed against my G-spot as his exhalations against my clit grew harder. More aroused.
    I felt more than heard him groan, and I forced myself to look at him. My breath caught at the sight of Thayre's lips on my pussy. Of his free hand lost somewhere in his pants, his cock no doubt as hard as he claimed.
    I trembled and gasped for breath—a breath he stole from me as he quickened the strokes of his fingers inside my cunt. I wanted to touch him. Hold him. To claw at his back. Something. Anything. But the act of reaching out to place my hand in his hair again was too much. So I stood there, lost to his actions as my eyes closed against my own will.
    If I was blind, that didn't mean I couldn't see him in my mind's eye. It was the very last image of Thayre that I saw now. On his knees, his hand around his painful erection, driving me high as a kite with no chance of coming down. God, I needed to feel him deep inside me.
    I groaned and screwed my eyes tight. Fisted my hands. My back stiffened, and my pussy clamped around Thayre's fingers. I was so agonizingly close, right on the edge. Please let me come. Please let me come. Please—
    “Oh fuck!” I cried out.
    “Let go, baby. Let me see you— feel you come.”
    My eyes flew open. Thayre met my gaze, and I lost it. My vision turned a blinding white as the room around us shattered into a million tiny pieces.
    I struggled for breath. To get a grasp on reality, but all was lost to me as the sea of endorphins clouded my thoughts. I'm not sure how long I was out of it, but when I finally returned to orbit, Thayre was standing right in front of