The Peer and the Puppet (When Rivals Play #1) - B.B. Reid Page 0,69

first time I took her to be in the middle of Coach’s goddamn kitchen.

“What if someone comes?” She was too busy riding my hand to see me bite my lip and close my eyes in relief. If she had denied me, I probably would have thrown away pride and begged at her feet.

“Then they’ll see how sexy you are when you come.” Because nothing short of ‘no’ from her lips would stop me from debasing this girl. I gently filled her with a second finger to drive her wild in my arms, and it nearly crippled me to stop there. I knew just by how snug and eagerly she gripped me that she was untouched. A virgin. All mine. And if I hadn’t already sold my soul, I knew I’d do it right then to keep her that way.

Tragically, it didn’t even matter.

By the time my father tossed them back in the slums, I will have carved my name into her heart, soul, and pussy.

Four suddenly flooded and clamped down on my fingers as if she read my thoughts, and despite my claims, I clapped my hand over her mouth. I decided not only would her sweet cries be for my ears only, but I’d make sure to hear them as often as I liked.

“We’re not through,” I warned. She was already slumped in my arms and fighting to catch her breath. Holding her up with one hand, I pulled her jeans down with the other until they pooled around her sneakers. Her panties were next, and then I was plopping her on the counter.

“It’s cold!” she squealed.

“Shut up.” I nudged her thighs apart, and she let me. My throat bobbed as I became captivated by her. I wanted nothing more than to have her bare and spread like a feast for a king, but we were in someone else’s home and uninvited at that. Casting a glance toward the doorway, I made sure we were still alone.

And then the frosting caught my eye.

“Stop bossing me around.”

I grabbed the bowl and dipped the fingers sticky with Four’s juices inside. “Stop being a brat.” I ran cream-coated fingers over her sex “Or I won’t make you come again.”

“I can’t anyway.” She sounded so sure.

I sat on one of the barstools and tugged her closer to the edge of the island. “Say you want me to go down on you.”

“Is that an order?”

“If that gets you wetter.” She could pretend my taking charge didn’t turn her on, but I’d proven her wrong once, and I was about to do it again. For a while, there was nothing but the sound of my fingers unhurriedly gliding through her wetness. She seemed content to let me play with her, another orgasm on the horizon, but then she wailed in frustration.

“I’m just not sure what we’re doing here!”

“I told you not to think. Thinking comes later.”

“I think they call that regret.”

“And what did I say about thinking?”

“Yes, master.”

I gently bit the inside of her thigh. “Smartass.”

Her fingers dug into my shoulders with brown eyes wide and vulnerable. “Ever, I don’t want to be toyed with.”

“I promise you I’m very serious about tasting you.”

“I mean after. I don’t want to regret this. Don’t make me a—” She inhaled when I swept my tongue up her slit. “Fool,” she finished with a moan.

I chose not to respond. Instead, I devoured her. I may have wanted her more than my next breath, but I didn’t trust her any more than she did me.

Was it deception?

Probably.

But she tasted too exquisite—like cool spring water after a lifetime in the desert—for me to care.

Her shoes, jeans, and panties ended up on the floor, the reason why they’d still been on forgotten. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her pussy on vulgar display, so I seized her writhing hips, and when I felt her fingers tighten their grip on my hair, I pushed my tongue into her pussy. She came apart an instant later. I sucked her clit once more to prolong her orgasm, and this time, she clapped her hands over her own mouth as she came.

Fuck yeah.

When I lifted my head from between her thighs and stood, I had a tent in my pants the size of Mt. Everest. Pressing my hips into the counter to chase away the need to fill her, I licked my lips, tasting buttercream and…her. “Best cream I’ve ever tasted. The frosting’s good, too.”

She shivered on the counter and stared up me through lowered lids.