like we’re leveling up. I’ll tell you things about me, and then you tell me things about you. You can ask whatever you want. Like, Hey, Trix, why were you naked in my office that day? Or…How’d you end up as such a magnificent matchmaker?”
His gaze flicks to me before he shakes his head. “We’re enjoying each other, Trix. We don’t need to dive in and start picking apart each other’s lives,” he tells me, as he continues to tease my breasts, his fingers plucking at my sensitive nipples.
“Let’s begin,” I say, ignoring him. My body can’t quite do the same though, because my back arches up, shoving my needy boobs further into his palms. He hums in approval and starts to stroke them like they’re good little pets. “Anyway…” I pant, trying hard to stop squirming. “I really was in your office by accident. And the naked thing just sort of happened.”
I feel his chuckle vibrate through our connected bodies. “When it comes to you, Trix, I have no doubt about that.”
I go on. “But since I was in your office accidentally, I figured I’d take advantage of the situation and try to matchmake you.”
“Which you failed spectacularly at,” he puts in, right before he leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
“I did not—shit...that...yeah, do that,” I plead, getting totally derailed.
He chuckles again, my fingers threading through his hair as he works one nipple and then the other. Laving, nipping, sucking, licking...it sends a buzz through my entire body.
“Anyway…” I manage to pant, though it takes considerable effort to keep my brain working well enough to talk. “I’m a real life cupid. Thought you should know. That’s why I’m so awesome at matchmaking.”
“Agree to disagree,” he mumbles before blowing a breath over my nipple, making it harden into a painful peak.
“I am awesome...now. Before, not so much,” I admit, but I lose my train of thought again when he starts moving his head down, down, down.
Oh shit.
Without warning, his skilled tongue licks a path up my slit, and I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Warren!”
His weight shifts off of me for a moment before returning several seconds later. “Are you done talking, darling?” he teases.
“Mm-hmm. Yep. Please proceed.”
He laughs, and then his tongue is fucking me so good that my toes curl and my hands fist into the sheets.
“The carpet matches the drapes,” he murmurs, running his finger over the short hair between my legs. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I like pink,” I sputter out.
He chuckles before licking me some more. “You taste so fucking sweet. Like cotton candy. My own sugary Valentine.”
“Warren…”
I want to get there. Up that peak that he introduced me to last night. I want it so badly that my entire body is already quivering with need.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promises me.
He spreads the lips of my pussy, blowing on my clit the same way he blew over my nipple, and I hiss in response. Before I can chastise him though, he plunges a finger inside of me, and then, something else presses against my clit, and it’s not his tongue.
My eyes fly open when I feel something hard and slightly cold press down on my needy nub, and then...it comes alive. Like Frankenstein.
Chapter 27
Trix
“What the fuck? What is...Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
I say the words over and over again as I look down, watching as Warren circles my clit with a slender red vibrator.
The thing starts to vibrate so hard against my clit, that I nearly lurch off the bed.
“Holy fuck me shoes,” I cry, my body unable to stop writhing. It’s like my vagina is in contact with a live wire, like I’m getting electrocuted with buzzing pleasure that’s almost too much.
Warren places his hand on my abdomen when my hips jolt upward again, keeping me grounded against the mattress.
Just as I’m about to get to that peak I’ve been hiking up, he takes the vibrator away and licks my clit again, sucking the sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves right into his mouth at the same time that he plunges the vibrator inside of me.
Oh, shit.
Stars erupt behind my lids. I can’t talk. I can’t see. I can’t breathe.
Fuck, I can’t even remember my name.
Who am I? Are you there, Sev? It’s me, someone.
Warren moves again, replacing the vibrator with his fingers so that he can curl into my g-spot, and then those strong reverberations are against my clit again, and I’m gone. Finished. Fully