Trick Me Twice - Becca Steele Page 0,12

found myself kissing him back, and his tongue slid into my mouth. Sparks exploded behind my eyes. The fear and adrenaline had found an outlet and flowed straight from me to him, a perfect electrical circuit. Excitement coursed through my body as I melted into him, lost in the feel of his lips on mine.

I kissed him harder. He made a low noise of approval, sliding his free hand up my body, onto my breasts. Panting, he broke the kiss, and I moaned as he eased down my leotard straps, exposing me to him. The darkness gave me a false sense of confidence, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to make out much.

“I wish I could see you properly.” He dragged his thumb over my nipple, circling it, sending more sparks coursing through me. Then his mouth was on mine again, and my hands were somehow going around him of their own accord, and I was pulling him closer, feeling him grind his hardness against me. He smiled against my mouth, and I was shaken. He’d never smiled at me, not once. Of course, he didn’t know it was me.

He used his hand on my throat to tilt my head, and then he was sliding his teeth down my neck, down, down to my breasts, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting, licking, worshipping my body. So this was what people talked about. This was what it was like to be with someone who knew what they were doing. The clumsy fumbles I’d had with my…summer fling, if you could call it that, were nothing compared to this. I was so wet, and he’d barely even touched me. I’d wondered if there was something wrong with me, that I hadn’t been able to get turned on by Ralph, but my body was having no such trouble with Carter Blackthorne.

His hand moved in between my legs, and he growled. “Mmmm.”

The sensations he was sparking inside of me were indescribable. A soft moan fell from my lips as he eased my leotard aside, before pushing a finger roughly inside me. I tensed for a minute, but the pain never came. “Ca—” I bit my lip, hard, to stop myself from saying his name. If he knew it was me, he’d stop. And I didn’t want him to stop.

I licked my lips, tasting the blood from where I’d bitten it so hard, as he added another finger, his thumb working at my clit. He kissed me harder as he played my body expertly. He wasn’t soft or gentle, but I’d never been so turned on in my life. I could feel the wetness sliding down my legs as his fingers pumped in and out of me while his thumb continued to stroke over my clit.

Tugging my lower lip between his teeth, he bit me softly as he curled his fingers inside me. A huge shock wave of pleasure hit my body, sending me soaring and leaving me gasping for breath.

I was coming all over his hand. The symphony of shouts and screams in the background faded into nothing as I came apart.

For him.

The first orgasm I’d ever had that wasn’t self-induced and it had to be from my tormentor.

“Your little pussy dripping all over my fingers is so fucking hot,” he groaned, his voice lowered to a husky rasp. “Taste yourself.” Then without missing a beat, he was shoving his fingers into my mouth, and I almost gagged as they hit the back of my throat. “Taste,” he said again, then withdrew them slightly, and I was able to swirl my tongue around them. The idea of tasting myself—it had never even occurred to me before, but something about Carter’s rasped instructions… I obediently licked and sucked his digits while he praised me, telling me how sexy I was and how hard he was for me.

This was…he was on another level. My body responded to his actions and dirty words, and the taste of myself on my tongue…I never wanted him to stop.

For a moment, I allowed myself to think the unthinkable. Was this how it would feel if he was mine? As soon as the thought had crossed my mind, the fear, which had temporarily faded away thanks to his skills in making me forget, returned in full force. Once he found out who I was, I was in so much trouble. What was he going to do to me when he found out? I needed to escape before that