Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,52

legs.

Gripping her thigh, I make more room in what I’m sure is going to be my new home and use my other hand to spread her lips.

Fucking beautiful.

“My god, Sully. I thought I told you to—oh fuck,” she moans as I slide my tongue over her swollen clit.

I chuckle against her when her hand dives into my hair, holding my head in place. “Do it again.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Sully…”

I fulfill her request, flicking her clit with my tongue, then pulling the bud into my mouth and sucking.

Hard.

She gasps, gripping my hair tightly, holding me to her as her hips begin to move.

“That’s it,” I say. “Fuck my face.”

She does, sliding her clit over my tongue, her hold tightening to the point of almost hurting. I don’t let up, sucking and licking until she’s on the brink of exploding.

When she tries to defy my orders and move her legs, I grab her ankles, holding her in place. She cries out in frustration, but her groans quickly morph into moans when I suck her harder.

I eat at her until she’s writhing beneath me, whimpering for reprieve.

“I can’t take it anymore,” she pants, pulling at my hair. “I have to come.”

I ease up on my ministrations and she groans.

“Please, Sully, I—”

Her words die as I put both hands on her thighs and spread her wider, letting her feet come off the bed for the first time.

I fuck her opening with my tongue, then replace it with two fingers, fucking her hard like she likes as I drag my mouth back to her clit.

She falls apart beneath me in seconds, crying out in relief.

I gently lick at her, coaxing her down from her high. When she’s spent, I wipe my face with the back of my hand and sit back to admire my work.

Eyes closed with one hand in her hair, the other fisting the sheet, she pushes big, steadying breaths out of her lungs, trying to regain control of her breathing.

When she peels her eyes open, I smirk down at her.

“You’re welcome.”

She laughs, covering her face with her hands and kicking her feet against the bed.

“It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” I ask, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away.

“This.”

“I am so confused right now.”

She pushes herself to a sitting position, shoving at my chest. “You. Us. This. You’re funny, you’re hot, and you put up with my shit. You’re pretending to be my boyfriend because I’m too embarrassed to show up to my brother’s wedding alone, and you just gave me the best orgasm of my entire life, including the ones from last night. It’s annoying how perfect you are.”

“I’m far from perfect, Thea.”

“Tell that to my vagina then!” She throws her arms up. “Because she thinks you’re pretty damn spectacular right now.”

I grin, sliding my hand up her cheek and pulling her to me. I peck a kiss to the end of her nose. “She’s just riding the high. I’m sure in half an hour she’ll be over me.”

Thea’s eyes turn serious, and I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.

Like she can’t stand to hold my gaze any longer, she drops her eyes to the bed as she quietly says, “Trust me, I don’t think she’ll get over you anytime soon.”

Her heart.

She’s talking about her heart.

I tighten my hold on her, tipping her head back until she’s forced to look at me. Then I pull her to me and kiss her. Hard.

I kiss her until I don’t know where either of us begins or ends.

Until we’re sliding back down to the bed and I’m settling between her legs and finding my place inside her warmth again.

I kiss her until she knows the feeling’s mutual.

I’ll never get over Thea Schwartz.

“I’m starving,” Thea complains.

We’ve been wrapped together in euphoria for I don’t even know how long, just lying here talking, both too afraid to move for fear it’ll break this spell we’re under.

“You know where the kitchen is,” I tell her.

“That is not what you’re supposed to say. You’re supposed to jump up and bring me breakfast in bed or some shit. You know, be romantic after I let you defile me.”

“Defiling you would imply there was something good there to taint.” She pinches at my nipple and I yelp, pulling away from her tight grasp. “Hey, you shit! That is not being romantic at all, especially after I let you—”

“Don’t you dare say defile you.” She shakes her head. “I heard every word you whispered in my ear last night—you