Arrogant Bastard - Julie Capulet Page 0,44
person. Which he is. Very terrible. “It’s a one-sided bet. If you win you can still keep your half.” His voice is rasped when he murmurs in my ear, “You want to hear what I’d do first?”
“No.”
“I’d peel off this little dress, like I’ve done in my fantasies. Like in the dreams I’ve been tormented by since the minute I saw you. Then I’d lay you back on a big, comfortable bed with a view of the ocean and the windows open to let in the breeze and the sun so your perfect skin will be warm to my touch. Then I’d start licking my way down your body.”
“Stop,” I gasp. I need him to stop talking. His low, deep voice is touching me with its husky allure, funnelling its way deep into the low pit of my stomach, and lower, to my sensitive nub, like an electric current is touching me there. My pussy gets even wetter. I can feel the slippery quiver of my inner muscles as my clit throbs gently against the rock-hard ridge of his gigantic cock. The pleasure rises higher and I grip him with both hands, willing myself to keep control of it.
I’m going to come. I don’t know if I can stop it from happening.
“You want to hear what I’d do next?”
I can’t even reply to him. One word, one breath, and it could all unravel. So I stay very, very still.
“I’d take those little cherry-ripe nipples that I can see under your clothes and I’d suck them into my greedy mouth. One, then the other. I’d suck hard, rolling them with my fingers until they’re pink and sore, feasting until I get my fill. I’d get them all messy and wet, until you’re almost coming.”
Damn him! Can he tell I’m riding a wave that’s already too high and too good to slow down?
“And then,” he growls softly, “I’ll lick my way down to your sweet, wet, pink pussy.”
Oh, God.
“I’d lick you slowly, at first. Opening you to me. Taking my time. I’d push my tongue inside you where you’ll be saturated with honey that’s all for me. Fuck, I’m so hungry, baby. I’d eat you like a sweet, juicy fruit until you’re begging for me to suck your clit and make you come hard. But I wouldn’t do it. Not yet. I’d tease you, swirling my tongue as I slide my fingers inside your tight, wet pussy. Playing you for my own pleasure. And just when you think you might go mad with need, I’ll latch onto your clit and suck on your sweet little pussy until you’re moaning my name and coming all over my tongue. And then, just as you’re starting to come down from all that, I’d slide my—”
I make a low sound, like a sigh.
Oh, God.
Oh, no.
No.
It’s happening.
It’s happening.
Just from his scent and his grip and his gruff, dirty words.
He pulls me harder against his big body.
He knows. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
His cock rubs against my slick, hyper-sensitive clit. He does it again. And again. The pleasure crests in an unbearable swell. Wrenching, hot, out-of-control spasms wrack through my entire body. I curl against him, clinging to his shirt, making a low moan as my pussy clenches tightly, over and over. The rush is so powerful I have tears in my eyes. And as I slowly return to myself I’m crying for more than one reason.
“Hey,” Gage smiles gently, tipping my chin up with his finger. He wipes a tear with his thumb. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Everything’s good.”
Everything’s good.
Except that everything’s not good.
Even if that was very, very good.
I want to push him away but I can’t move. I feel overwhelmed by a physical euphoria that’s making me feel even more drunk than the whiskey.
We hear a yell outside the door. All clear. The noise has died down.
Gage carefully places me on my feet. “Can you stand?” he says softly.
“Yes.” Almost.
“Can you walk?”
“Yes.” Maybe.
“Do you want me to carry you?”
“No.” Yes. No. I wish I never met you.
He smooths my dress and my hair. He licks his thumb and wipes away what might be a smear of my mascara.
“I’m going to hold your hand so I can make sure we’re not separated.”
“Okay.”
Then he pulls his jacket closed and buttons it. His hard-on is—not that I can do more than graze it with my tear-blurred peripheral vision—is … freaking massive.
It’s a relief to know I’ll never be on the receiving end of it.
Because what just happened is