pressed against the opening of my body for a long second before surging inside, thrusting lazily as his thumb drove me upward.
"No, don't stop," I whined when his hand suddenly moved out of my pants.
"Sh," he demanded, hands grabbing at the waistbands of my pants and panties, drawing them down, lowering to his knees as he went, mirroring that other night in his room.
Except, this time, when his face was level with my sex, he didn't avert his eyes, he didn't move to stand again.
No.
His hand slid up the back of my calf, lifting, spreading, opening me up to him. As soon as I was, he leaned forward, his tongue tracing up my cleft, finding my clit, and moving over it in fast, relentless circles, driving me up hard and fast.
"Huck, I—" I started, my hands pressing down on his shoulders, trying to force my legs to keep holding my weight even as my thighs started to shake.
On a growling noise, his hands moved to my hips, grabbing, sinking in, turning, then tossing me back, making my stomach drop as I free-fell for a second before my back bounced off the mattress.
I barely had a second to register the new position before his hands were grabbing my legs, spreading them wide on the mattress before his lips were on me again, sucking my clit hard before his tongue moved out again, working me with more pressure as his fingers thrust back inside, turning, curling against my top wall, driving me up hard and fast.
I barely had a chance to realize it was coming before the orgasm slammed through my system, stealing my voice, my breath, and for one short, unexpected second, my vision too. There was just whiteness all around as the waves crashed through my system, kept pulling me under, as Huck licked and rubbed, dragged it out until I was a trembling mass of overworked nerve endings.
Only then did he push up, planting his hands on either side of my chest, hovering over me, waiting for my eyes to drift open.
When they did, I found a cocky smile on his stupidly handsome face. I couldn't even begrudge him it. He'd earned that smile.
"So," he said, lips twitching. "Are you in the mood to cook now?"
Surprised, a laugh bubbled up and burst out of me as I looked up at him.
"Food?" I asked, smiling. "Food is what is on your mind right now?"
"Well, this was just an appetizer," he said, moving to stand, running his thumb over his lower lip, slipping it inside his mouth, tasting me again. "I'm still hungry."
How was he thinking about food?
Shouldn't he have been thinking about fucking me, not about his empty stomach?
"I just... you..."
"Don't worry, babe," he said, "I got all kinds of plans for your pussy," he told me, reaching down to grab my ankle, yanking it up and pinning it over my other leg, making my lower half cross over, giving him access as his hand raised and landed a slap to my ass. "And maybe your ass," he added, rubbing the sting away. "But I'm going to make you beg for it first."
"I don't beg," I told him, shaking my head.
"Careful, Harmon. That sounds a fuckuva lot like a challenge to me," he said, hands leaving me as he backed up, turned, and made his way to the door. "Now, come back down here so we can talk about dinner," he added, shooting me a victorious smile over his shoulder before leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts and orgasm-contented body.
I hadn't been lying to him.
I'd never begged a man for attention before. And, believe me, there were times when I was close, when men like him with the looks and the charm didn't also come with the interest I so desperately craved from them. But what little bit of pride I'd had always prevented me from becoming weak and needy enough to beg them for what I wanted.
That said, if there was a man who had the potential to make me swallow my pride, I had a feeling it was Huck. Especially if we continued to be trapped together in the same house, where avoiding him would be impossible.
The man worked out in the backyard with no shirt on for goodness sakes.
I could be standing at the sink washing out my coffee mug only to look up and see him doing calisthenics that shouldn't have been as sexy as they were. But there he was, nearly six and a