Make Me - Tessa Bailey Page 0,29

to task over his blunt speech. Even now, was he hoping she would call it off? She didn’t understand the sudden pang of tenderness for him, only knew she’d missed something along the way. Something he was experiencing alone. Before she could check the impulse, Abby reached out and cupped his stubbled face. “I haven’t stroked myself off since last night, either, if it makes you feel better.”

A laugh boomed out of him before he cut it off with a single shake of his head. “Fuck, Abby,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m not good enough to stop now. You’re my fucking wet dream sitting there in those white panties.”

“You dream about me?”

This time, his laugh was all pain, no humor. By way of response, he curled his fingers around the crotch of her panties, nudging her clit in the process, and stripped them down her body. “Get on your damn back, Abby.”

She hadn’t even finished reclining onto the coarse surface when Russell’s mouth found her. At first, just the explicitness of having another person touching her so intimately sent a thrill blasting up her spine. Like before, when she’d worn her panties, he chafed her center with his face. Cheeks, chin, mouth. Making her feel cherished in a way maybe he didn’t know how to vocalize? No. Stop thinking. Focus on the—

Pleasure. Abby’s body convulsed on a moan. Holy shit. Her hands scrambled for something to anchor her to the table as the physical equivalent of a scream went off below her belly button. Her belly bottomed out like she’d just flipped upside down on a roller coaster. She’d touched herself in the same place many times, but the smooth glide of Russell’s tongue would forever ruin self-pleasure for her. With his left hand, he traced a pattern up her arched torso to palm her breast, his tongue busy on her clit. Automatically, she rushed to cup the other one, rub a thumb over her aching nipple so she could experience the answering tug between her legs.

Russell broke away on a growl to scoop her backside into his hands. Abby stared in awe at the transformation in him. His eyes were bright, as if he was running a fever. “If you weren’t a virgin, I’d have two fingers nice and deep.” He laid a kiss on top of her clit. “We’re going to keep this baby innocent today, though. Mostly. Nothing innocent about your legs wrapped around my head, is there?”

Abby double-checked through hazy vision and saw her legs were still spread. “L-legs wrapped around—” He sucked her clit into his mouth and Abby screamed, legs closing around him, thighs pressing against his ears. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

The hands on her bottom tightened, punishing her flesh with bruising strength as he sucked and released, flicked his tongue against her tortured bud, then sucked again. She loved the mix of pleasure and pain so much, she begged for his hands back when they suddenly disappeared. In the far-off distance, she heard the metallic zing of a zipper and the grunt that followed. His lips shook around her clit a moment, before they firmed again and gave one final pull, shooting Abby over the finish line.

“Russell,” she cried, reaching out to tug his head closer, without shame. She had no capacity to feel anything but beautiful, blazing relief as every muscle she possessed clenched like an iron fist. “I can’t breathe.”

Abby didn’t realize her eyes were closed until they opened to find Russell standing over her . . . with his erection in his hand. It looked heavy and painful as his touch moved base to tip in hurried movements, his ridged abdomen flexing as he stroked. “Jesus, I’m sorry. It’s too much. You know how fucking sweet you taste?”

“What do you need?” The words tumbled out before she knew what they meant. Russell’s agonized groan hit her with a brutal punch, forcing her into a sitting position. “Do you want me to—”

He let go of his erection. Abby only had a second to watch in fascination as it bobbed against his belly, before he yanked her off the table, spun her around and bent her forward. “Say what you were going to say,” he demanded, laying his arousal on her backside and pumping his fist around it once more. “Do I want you to what?”

A mixture of shock and renewed heat coursed through her. She focused on the latter, marveling over how