Page 12 of Filthy Liar
“Do you want that? You want my cock inside you?”
“Jason…”
“You’re so tight, Ellie.”
“I want it…”
“Say it.”
She bites her lip, then nods. “I want your cock,” she whispers.
Fuck. Me.
I press my thumb down, holding her clit as I curve my fingers inside her pussy. I want her orgasm so fucking bad right now. I want to feel her come apart on my hand, and then I want it all over again with me buried inside her.
With a strangled gasp, she surges forward and clamps her hands on my shoulders. I feel the first grip around my fingers, then a shimmery ripple of sensation. The climax repeats itself, rings on a pond, and I stand there like an oak, feeling like that giant all over again, absorbing the aftereffects of the most gorgeous orgasm I’ve ever witnessed.
“Good one?” I ask as she presses her face into my neck.
“Mmm.”
“I enjoyed it, too.”
She giggles and wriggles off my hand.
I lift my fingers to my mouth, and she watches, gaze hooded, as I lick them off.
“Do I taste good?”
I offer her the tip of my index finger and she bites it between her teeth. Gently. Just enough to remind me that there’s more to Ellie than meets the eye, maybe there always has been, and she’s in charge here.
We do as much or as little as she wants.
If she’s done now, that’s more than fine by me.
But she’s not done. Not by a long shot. She slides her tongue between my fingers, then slurps it back up between her lips in a lewd, arousing sound before making her next request. “I want you inside me.”
Hell yeah. “Any chance that when you were losing your underwear, you happened to find a condom at the same time?”
“It just so happens…” She hops down and leans over to her purse, her skirt still rucked up high on her waist, and I rake my gaze over the swollen pink flesh between her thighs.
There’s no way we’re going to excise this chemistry that haunts us in a single afternoon. Whatever dark magic Ellie has unlocked today, I’m hooked. I drop to my knees, the request for a condom forgotten. I need more than a taste of her. I need to gorge myself on her flesh.
She shrieks and grabs for the desk. I’ve got her by the thighs, she’s not going anywhere, but I love the throaty giggle she lets out as she tries to gain purchase and hold still for my oral attack.
“Jason, I want you—”
And she’ll get me when I’m good and ready.
5
Jason
Present Day
(well, it’s the middle of the night)
She’s a fucking witch.That’s the only answer. She disappeared into thin air, and now she’s parked rent-free in my head.
