Hate to Date You (Dating #4) - Monica Murphy Page 0,72
her off more. “Why are we having this conversation right now?”
“Let me place our order and then we can get right to it, my sexual unicorn.” I’ve been calling her that for the last week, and most of the time, I think she likes it.
Right now? Not so much.
We wait each other out, as if we’re having some sort of standoff, and finally she sighs long and loud, sounding incredibly put out. “Do you want me to place the order?”
She has the local pizza place’s app on her phone too. “Sure. But you have to prove to me that you’re ordering what I want.”
Stretching toward the bedside table, she grabs her phone and starts tapping away. I decide to play with fire, dropping light kisses on her inner thighs, smiling when I feel them shake. Her skin is so soft. I can smell her arousal, feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and my mouth is watering in anticipation of tasting her.
“Here you go.” She holds her phone screen out and I squint, seeing a large barbecue chicken pizza listed, along with the big red button beneath it that says in bold caps, place your order now. “That work for you?”
“It sure has hell does,” I say with a smug smile, reaching out to hit the button myself. “Plus you owe me fifty bucks.”
“Again, just a reminder—I hate you, Carter.” She drops her phone back on the bedside table. “The pizza will be ready in thirty minutes. I recommend you spend the next twenty-eight going down on me.”
“Twenty-eight minutes?” I mean, I’m game. I can rise to the challenge, but my jaw and tongue might get tired.
“Two minutes to throw on some clothes and wipe your face before you get the pizza from the delivery guy.” She scoots down a little, practically shoving her pussy in my face. “Your time starts now.”
“Demanding little unicorn, aren’t you?” I blow a breath across her, making her squirm. “Twenty-eight minutes, huh?”
“You’re wasting time,” she sing songs.
“Better not do that then.” I dip my head, pressing my mouth on her lace-covered pussy. Her gaze stays with mine, her lips parting as she watches while I dart my tongue out and give it a lick. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“I like to watch,” she whispers. “Move the lace aside.”
Stella is a woman who asks for what she wants. Sometimes, she even demands it. Her confidence is the hottest thing ever.
I shove the lace aside, baring her completely, and I kiss the top of her mound. Lick it. Press my hands to the inside of her thighs and spread them wider, licking a path along the spot where her thigh connects to her torso. She’s restless beneath me, trying to angle herself closer to my face and finally, finally I give her what she wants, spreading her lips wide and licking her with my flattened tongue.
“Oh God,” she moans, throwing her head back against the pillows and closing her eyes. I lick and suck. Suck and lick. Tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. Slurp it between my lips. Slip one finger inside her. Then another. I lick her everywhere, no spot left undiscovered, curling my fingers deep inside her body, and the first orgasm sweeps over her, just like that.
We’ve been at it for a week straight, multiple times a night. I’ve learned her body well enough that I know how to make her come.
I proceed to give her another one. Then another one. I’m to the point where my tongue is tired and my jaw is sore, just like I predicted.
“You still have at least ten minutes,” she tells me at one point, and I wearily laugh, resting my head against her thigh.
“I can’t go on.”
She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends. “Come here.”
I shift up so I’m covering her body completely, and she kisses me, her hand reaching in between us and wrapping around my cock. “I want you inside me,” she murmurs against my lips, and I do as she bids, not bothering to put on a condom.
We had a sex talk a few days ago, because that’s what good roommates with benefits do. She’s on the pill. We’ve both been recently tested. Going bareback is an experience I’ve not had often, and holy hell, there is nothing better in the world than fucking a woman without a condom.