The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,29

stomach flutters. I came by his hands in the bathtub twenty minutes ago, but already, warmth and need creeps up my chest.

He pulls me forward to straddle his lap. “Wasn’t this the position you applied for?” I ask, undulating my hips once.

He groans. “Woman on top.”

I slide my hand over his pec. “You made me feel good. I want to return the favor.”

“I won’t say no.” He wedges his hands under my ass and brings me closer. My towel parts, and I’m pressed up against his stone-like cock. I put my arms around his neck, gyrating over him.

“Fuck,” he says into my neck, sounding like he’s got a mouthful of grit. “I need to be inside you.”

“You can be,” I say, barely recognizing my own voice, “when I say so.”

He runs his hand up to my scalp, grabs a fistful of my hair, and draws back. “You want to play boss for a little bit? Fine. I’ll let you.”

“You’ll let me?” I ask, doing my best to look down at him as he holds me in a tight grip.

“Sure. It could be fun to watch.”

I grit my teeth and stop moving. I’ll show him how fun it can be to do what I say. “There’re condoms in my nightstand. Go get one.”

In one motion, he stands, lifting me with him. “Yes, boss,” he says before setting me on the bathroom counter.

As he walks into the bedroom, his towel loosens and falls off. He leaves it. His ass is tight and tanned, as if he regularly does naked squats outdoors. My mouth waters.

I hop off the counter and follow him into the bedroom, where he’s stooped over my nightstand’s open drawer. He picks out a condom and holds it up.

“Leave it for now,” I say. “You won’t need it to eat me out.”

He straightens, arching an eyebrow at me. I open my towel and drop it on the floor. He takes a step toward me, but I say, “Stop.”

“Why?”

“Just seeing if you can follow orders.”

By the way he clenches his jaw and swallows, I can tell he wants to take over. I level my gaze on him, and he stays where he is.

“I have ideas,” he says.

I hesitate. Andrew is used to getting his way. So was Reggie. A few times, toward the end of our relationship, he even intimidated me into sex. I let him. He abused his control. I need to know Andrew can stop himself, no matter how badly he wants to be in charge.

“I’ve eaten a pussy or two in my time,” he says. “Have you?”

“No,” I admit.

“Then consider that a special skill of mine. A good boss knows when to delegate.”

I have to admit, he can negotiate. Just the thought of him between my legs is enough to weaken my resolve. I concede. “A good boss also knows how to take suggestions.”

“Great.” He comes around the bed and sits on the edge before pulling me to him by my wrist. “I suggest you sit on my face.”

My heart thumps. I want control, but with every sentence from him, my knees quiver harder. “I think . . .”

“Yes?” he prompts, his eyes gleaming. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“I think your idea is feasible.”

He quirks the corner of his mouth and scoots back to the head of the bed. I go with him, crawling down the mattress until I’m straddling his thighs. For a moment, I’m tempted to skip to the fucking, but then he licks his lips, and my thoughts are reduced to how his mouth will feel on me.

He puts his hands on my hips—a suggestion, not an order. I feel the restraint in his grip. I inch forward, grab onto the headboard and lower myself onto his mouth. He hums, vibrating the space around me, but doesn’t lick me.

“I wonder how you’ll taste,” he says, inhaling. “Perhaps like apricot bubble bath?”

My thighs tremble. “Try me.”

“I will.”

“Now.”

He kisses me right between the lips. “Like that?”

“It’s a start.”

He licks along my slit. “Better?”

“Better,” I say. My knuckles are white from gripping the headboard. “But not quite there.”

“Mmm.” A few tense, anticipatory moments pass. “So am I hired?” he asks.

Through gritted teeth, I say, “Yes, you’re fucking hired, now please just eat my pussy.”

“Yes, boss.” He grabs me by the ass cheeks, pulls me onto him, and sucks my clit into his mouth.

I throw my head back. “Oh . . . my G—”

He spreads me apart with his hands and thrusts his tongue inside me.