“Oh my God,” I whispered. “I think I’m about to cum.”
“Do it, baby. Do it all over this fucking car.”
I could feel my thighs shaking, and my pelvis pressing against his face as he slid his tongue deeper into my opening. My hands made it to the top of his head, forcing him not to move. “Right there! Right fucking there!”
“Mmhmm,” he whispered. “Mmhmm.”
I fucking loved the way he moaned. It reassured me of how good my pussy was to him.
Even though I could feel myself about to lose it, I didn’t want the moment to end. I wanted to hold on until there was nothing left for me to hold on to.
I needed everything Shade was giving me.
The sound of him sucking on my pussy made me grind harder, and without hesitation, he kept up with my rhythm, proving that he was ready to move in whatever way I wanted to.
I sighed. “Damn, I might fall in love with that tongue.”
“As you should,” he mumbled. “It’s all yours, baby.”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
My body went into overdrive, and before I knew it, I was exploding in his mouth.
He squeezed my ass, forcing my juices to glide down his throat. He didn’t stop sucking until he was convinced that there was nothing left to receive, and even then, he let his tongue linger inside of me.
Still trying to catch my breath, I pressed my hand against his cheek. “Shade, there’s nothing left. You licked your plate clean, baby.”
I could feel his smile against my flesh before he moved his mouth away from me. He turned and rested his head on my thigh.
This was insane. Another man was nestled comfortably between my legs, and I...I wanted him there.
“Shade—”
There was a heavy knock on the window before Trace opened the passenger side door. “Hey, boss, you might want to get inside if you want to catch this fool.”
Shade lifted his head, and I hurried to pull my sweats back up.
“I’ll wait here,” I told him
“Nah, you’re coming with me.” Before I could object, he snatched my hand and yanked me out of the car.
20
SHADE
As I crossed the parking lot, bracing myself for whatever was about to go down, one thing refused to leave me…the taste of Nyx, still fresh on my tongue.
Sweet. Addictive.
Just like before, she tasted like fucking heaven, and I couldn’t wait to explore the many flavors of her again and again. But for now, it would have to wait. I needed to handle Enzo.
As soon as we made it inside, I was flooded with eager greetings from bloggers and whatever other news source was in the room. But once it became clear who was behind me, those greetings turned into a million questions.
“Is that Nyx?”
“Are you two a couple?”
“How long have you two been dating?”
