clung to his pectoral muscles. His pants were tented by an erection I remembered well. He looked fucking huge towering like this, a dirty superhero about to do filthy things to the woman he loved.
“Slide that hand between your legs and touch your clit,” he said.
Very, very dirty.
“Isn’t that your job?” I sassed back.
“Fucking do it,” he commanded.
Sam Byrne started slowly unbuttoning that soaked white shirt, and my hands were moving of their own volition. Every button revealed golden skin, ridged abs that flexed as he watched me. He shrugged, and the shirt fell from his magnificent shoulders. My finger landed on my clit, rubbing once, and I was already half-gone.
“I used to wonder about you at night. In the dorm room across from mine at the academy,” he said, staring between my legs as I rubbed myself. He dropped his pants. Dropped his underwear. Fisted his own cock in time with my fingers. He was gorgeous. Thickly muscled thighs, abs for days, and that huge, perfect cock. “Did you ever touch yourself and think of me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I did.”
“I did too,” he admitted. “All the time.”
Sam fell to the floor, face directly in front of my cunt. He reached forward and stilled my fingers, licking from my entrance, over my finger, teasing.
“Sugar,” he groaned. “You smell like sugar and you taste like goddamn sugar.” He slapped my hand away and pinned my knees to the floor, opening me. The lightning crackled outside, making our naked bodies glow. The first swipe of his tongue through my folds was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The sound he made—a guttural grunt, deep in his throat—had my back arching off the rug.
“Freya,” he whispered against my clit, “tell me what you like.”
“What I…what I like?”
His mouth kissed along my inner thighs until they were shaking. Kiss. Bite. Kiss. Bite. Pleasure, pain. A deep inhale of my sex again. Glancing down between my legs, I could see his broad shoulders prying my legs open. The round, muscular globes of his perfect ass.
And his perfect face, staring at me.
“Tell me.”
“I need to be filled,” I said.
He slid one finger inside, hooked upward.
“Goddammit, yes,” I sighed, head falling back momentarily.
“Look at me.”
I snapped back up.
“More?” he asked.
I nodded. He added another finger. I bit my lip, telegraphed my need.
He added a third finger.
Sweet fuck, it felt good being filled like that. His slick digits moved easily as his tongue kept gliding up and down my inner thighs.
“Then what?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. His fingers were moving seamlessly, igniting a fire. “No one’s ever…I’ve never come this way.”
Sam’s eyes closed briefly. He dipped his head back down and pressed a wet kiss to my clit. My hips surged off the floor. “I’m going to make you come with my mouth,” he said.
“What if I can’t?”
He licked my clit in slow, even strokes like he was enjoying the tip of an ice cream cone. The bolt of pleasure made me actually scream.
His grin was dark and devious. “I don’t think that will be a problem,” he said. And then his mouth descended, and I was lost. It was true—I’d had plenty of boyfriends, and plenty of sex, but none of them had been able to make me come through oral sex. Until this moment I hadn’t known why.
It was that they hadn’t been Sam Byrne, who went for my clit like he went after everything—with precision and motivation to succeed. Who knew a tongue could move like that? Fast and slow…even, then rapid…in circles and up and down. Sweet, filthy—all while maintaining the perfect rhythm of his fingers. I reached down and grabbed his hair, riding his tongue, and that seemed to turn him on like crazy. I could see his hips, rocking against the floor, like he needed to seek his own release as he was making me come. His gaze locked on mine as his lips latched onto my clit and sucked.
“Oh,” I gasped, surprised. “Oh…oh, oh, yes, I think…”
He sucked rhythmically, increasing the pressure, and finger-fucked me fast. Faster. I was yanking his hair out, head back, spine curved. His lips let go of my clit. His tongue flattened against it, swirling in rapid circles, and my orgasm burst forth like radiant light. I wailed, shook, screamed as euphoric sensation lit me up with a surge of pleasure. I crashed down hard, plummeting back to reality, arms and legs splayed on the floor as I panted.