There was no way. There was no way that she was this close this fast. It was one thing to think that he might be more practiced. More skilled. But this was something else. Something entirely new. The way that he was bringing up pleasure in her body so far surpassed anything she’d ever felt before. This knife’s edge felt better than any climax ever had.
Maybe she was making things up. Maybe she was exaggerating it.
But she didn’t have any time to think about that, because he was still touching her. Stroking her.
He had two fingers inside of her next, his thumb swirling around that most sensitive part of her. They were still standing in the center of the room, completely naked, the windows open to the mountains. She looked up at him, at his blue eyes, and she saw the view behind him. It reminded her of that moment up on the mountaintop, when she had been sitting on the picnic blanket and he had been there fully clothed.
She had felt something. A pull toward him. Her friend. Justice. Who had his fingers buried inside of her now, who was feeling how wet she was, who wasresponsiblefor how wet she was.
It was that moment, that image, then patched together with now, that sent her over the edge. She cried out, her knees going weak, and just like he had done the night she was drunk, he scooped her up into his arms. But this time, when he laid her down on the bed, he didn’t step away.
“I told you,” he said. “I told you just how I was going to do it. And I meant it.
He moved to the edge of the bed, and then, he put his hands on her knees and forced her legs apart.
She hadn’t been embarrassed to be naked in front of him, not until that moment. Because this was... this was an intimacy that felt a little bit too far. She tried toclose her legs, and he forced them apart again. “Don’t hide yourself for me. It’s been too many fucking years, Rue. I want to see you. All of you.” He shook his head. “Damn, you’re so pretty.”
“I’m... I’m pretty? There?”
“Hell yeah,” he said. “I could come just looking at you. Do you know that?”
She had never particularly thought that a person was pretty right there. But he seemed to think so. So maybe it was true.
She looked away from his eyes, down at his masculine member. Well. He was beautiful there. It made it easier for her to believe him.
But then she couldn’t think, because he kissed her ankle, the inside of her knee. Her inner thigh. And then closed his mouth over her center, licking and sucking and kissing her deep.
She swore, her hips coming up off the bed, and he took that opportunity to move one hand beneath her, and pull her ass, lift her up so that she was in even more intense contact with his mouth.
“Justice,” she moaned.
“That’s right,” he said. “Give it tome.”
She was panting, too turned on to be horrified.
“I’ve never... He never...”
“Fuck that guy,” he growled against her skin as he kept on licking her, pushing two fingers inside of her as he did.
And that was when she found her next orgasm, blinding and glorious, squeezing his fingers tight as she found her release.
“Please,” she said. “I can’t breathe.” But he didn’t stop.
Justice King was a man of his word. And the degree to which this was going exactly the way he had told her it would was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The idea that this man could know her body so well that he had been able to map out a path to her pleasure before he had ever seen her naked was like a miracle.
It probably spoke to the sheer volume of women he had sex with before, but she was choosing not to think of it that way. Because this was them. He had told her that it could never meannothing, so she was going to hang on to that truth. It could never be nothing.
It also couldn’t be everything. It was just a fact. She could never allow it to be everything.
But that thought evaporated in the recesses of her mind as he continued the pleasurable assault on her system, licking, stroking, driving her higher and higher.
“Justice,” she said his name again.
“Come for me,” he growled.
“I don’t know if I can,” she said.
