The words hung in the air like a magic spell, slowly infiltrating my armor and seeping into every pore until the wick on my desire ignited. I shifted on the bed, half straddling her legs as I finally allowed myself to blatantly feast on her body. She was showing a lot of smooth tanned skin, but there was still so much I hadn’t seen.
Her nipples. Her belly button. The stay nasty tattoo an ex-boyfriend had told a tabloid she had on her pelvis. The glistening pink between her lower lips.
Mere started to speak, probably to say something obnoxious that would obliterate the humidity of our combined lust, so I pressed the rough tip of my index finger against her mouth. She exhaled against it, her breath warm and damp, and shivered when I moved the digit lower. Increasing the pressure, I dragged my finger down her chin, along her throat, and to the collar of the borrowed tank top. I tugged sharply, just enough to see the tops of her breasts and kept pulling until the deep cuts of the arm openings gathered in the middle to reveal the curved sides.
Meredith shifted under me, already undulating at the slow tease of being exposed, and groaned softly when I hooked my pinkie and thumb in the material on each side. The tank top bunched in the middle of her torso, revealing each breast fully. Her nipples were deliciously hard, protruding out, all waiting to be tasted.
I leaned closer for a lick, got addicted to that one taste, and then sucked hard.
Mere’s hand rose to toy with her other nipple, writhing against the air like the stifling heat in the room would give her some relief, but she bit back the sounds straining against her mouth. I could still hear them though—aborted moans and husky sighs.
I surveyed her body again, and my breath came faster. She was flushed all over, and her lips were parted as she gazed up at me with eyes already dilated and wild with lust. She’d slid her legs up the bed and bent them at the knee, spreading wide and offering what she knew I wanted. What she wanted me to touch.
As hungry as I was, I could wait. We could both wait. Getting her out of my system meant I needed to do everything I’d fantasized about in the past year—after every event when we’d shared breathing space, and I’d forced myself to ignore her eye-fucks and heated glares.
Leaving the tank top trapped between her breasts, I slid my hand down to the flimsy green material of her borrowed silkies and gathered them in my fist. They pulled taut, pressing against her sex.
“So wet already.” I pulled tighter, eliciting a sharp gasp. “I can see it through the shorts.”
“Tonya,” she said roughly. “I—”
Whatever she’d been about to say transformed into a loud appreciative moan when I bunched the material of the shorts the way I had her shirt. The crotch bunched between her pussy lips, causing the material to get wetter as I dragged it along her slit.
“Oh fuck.” Mere eased onto her back, her hair fanning out as she reached back blindly to grab the foot of the bedframe with one hand. She clutched one of her breasts with the other, running her thumb over her nipple. “God, Tonya.”
That voice. That throaty voice all wrecked with lust and saying my name . . . It took a lot not to just shove my face between her thighs and stay awhile. Take my time with that delicious meal. But I didn’t. Instead, I dragged the twisted fabric of the silkies along her slit, feeling my lips part and my breath quicken the wetter the fabric got. When they were drenched, along with my fingers, I shoved the fabric to the side and leaned forward.
“Lick me,” she pleaded. “Please?”
“Not yet.”
“When?”
“When you’re a complete fucking mess.”
Meredith shuddered violently, arching up again, but she went to pieces once I pressed my index and middle finger to her clit. I rubbed them over the little nub, in a slow tease at first, and then faster once she began writhing in earnest. I panted harshly, mouth ajar, looking between her pussy and her face. She’d tilted her head back and was squeezing her breasts, mouth gaping as she tensed up.
“Yeah,” I whispered, transfixed by that beautiful face creased in ecstasy. I knelt between her spread thighs and slid two fingers inside of her, pushing them in as far as I could reach while using my other hand to torment her clit, rubbing faster. “You’re so hot like this, Meredith. When you’re so fucking turned on you can’t run your mouth.”
She made some sound then, maybe it was supposed to be a word, but it was more like a guttural exclamation. Oh yeah, she was close. Her body jolted and her hands flung out, making to push up, maybe even pull away, but she didn’t. Even as her thighs began to tremble like it was too close. Too much.
I flicked my eyes between her sex and her sweat-covered body. The sheen of dampness on her skin caused the stay nasty tattoo to gleam in the low lamplight.
“Tonya—” She spilled over my fingers. The shocked cry she released had to be heard on Sutphin Boulevard, but I didn’t stop. I kept fingering her, loving the sloppy sound of my fingers in all that wetness, and loving how loud she got. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my God.”
Her thighs clenched together as she returned from that high, and she flopped back against the bed. She sucked in deep breaths, her stomach caving in with each inhale, and lay there like she was dying. Or like she’d died. She only moved again to kick off the soaked silkies. The tank stayed on, but it was twisted around and clinging to her torso and breasts.
I sat back on my haunches, sucking my fingers clean, and watched her from beneath my lashes. She did the same. The crackle between us had me sweating, a trickle down my spine, my shirt sticking to my skin and my basketball shorts damp everywhere but especially between my thighs.
“Can I see the rest of you?” she asked softly.
Without pause, I ripped off my tank top, leaving only my chest binder, and kicked off my shorts, leaving only boxer briefs. I tossed the clothes to the side and looked at her again, smirking at the sight of her parted lips and hungry gaze.
“Your body is so incredible.” Mere rolled onto her hands and knees with hair spilling over her shoulders. She crawled over to me like that, chest brushing against the bedding and bare ass in the air, and gently pressed her lips just beneath where my binder stopped on my midriff. After glancing up at me, she kissed over my abs. “Just like how I imagined.”
“How’s that?”
“Strong,” she whispered against my navel. “Lean and muscular.” She put her hands on me, dragging her fingernails down my sides, over my hips, and then massaged my thighs. “God, your thighs are so hot. You’re fucking perfect.”
Mere was being so worshipful and adoring that my stomach flipped, then tightened into a knot. I grabbed the front of the tank top and dragged her up for a kiss. There was no hiding how hungry I was for her, the breathless moan I released as soon as her tongue was in my mouth, or the way my heart pounded out of my chest. And she just melted against me, arms draped over my shoulders as I explored her mouth. It went on until I had to rip away for a breath, and by then my body was raging. Hot and clenching with need, my own sex so fucking wet I was tempted to touch myself.
Instead, I sat on the floor, my back against the side of the bed, and tilted my head back so I could look up at her.
“Turn around and ride my face.”
Mere’s cheeks went bright red, but she hurried into the position as her breathing once again picked up. Within seconds, she was on her hands and knees, and faced away with her slicked folds positioned over my face.
From this angle, I could see everything. The hairless hood of her sex, the shiny pink of her labia and the glistening skin inside. The smell of her was what sent one of my hands into my own underwear while I clamped the other onto her thigh. I pressed my index finger to my clit just as I jerked her down so her pussy was against my open mouth.
She tasted as perfect as I thought she would. Tangy and delicious, something I could survive on for a lifetime if I had a choice between it and anything else. I dragged my tongue between her lips, giving her a slow tease of what was to come, and rubbed myself faster when the tremors started in her thighs.
“Fuck, Tonya.”
Apparently, that was her new favorite phrase. She said it over and over as I worked on her, sucking her clit into my mouth, then tracing designs over it with my tongue. She writhed on me when I circled her clit with the tip, released a sound like a sob when I did it repeatedly, then clenched up when I opened my mouth over every exposed surface of wet flesh to suck again.
Meredith dropped to her forearms, appearing unable to support herself on shaking hands. The sounds that came out of her made zero sense—a combination of wild cries and incomprehensible pleas. A few times she jolted away from me, but I yanked her back. I was too greedy to give her a break just yet.
She started grinding her pussy against my mouth, zero shame as she rolled those hips and rode my face. The sound of me eating her filled the room again, and I rubbed my clit faster. If I’d thought ahead, planned this better, I’d have brought a clit stimulator to keep me company, something to buzz just right as I lapped her up. I hadn’t though, so I settled for my own fingers, and was already on the edge.
“Lick my clit,” she pleaded. “Fuck, please. Please, baby.”
I obeyed, mostly because I knew that tone. It was the same tone she’d had on that dressing room table, the precursor to her coming all over herself.
Mere slipped down lower on the bed, her torso crushed in the messy sheets and her ass held up just enough to keep from smothering me. A high-pitched keen filled the room, and I jerked my fingers out of my underwear so I could have both hands on her. I slapped one ass cheek, then pulled them apart, licking her with the thick flat of my tongue before going for broke with another firm suck.
She cried out sharply, saying my name over and over, and arched away from me. She came on my mouth and chin, and nearly went into convulsions when I shoved my tongue into her hole one last time for good measure.
I drew away, licking my lips and smirking. She was fucking wrecked. Face pressed into the mattress, body heaving as she panted, and clutching at the wreckage of the bedding. Thinking she was done, I pulled myself on the bed beside her to finish on my own, but Mere looked at me through her hair.
And holy hell. That look. Half-deferential and half-accusatory. One hundred percent sexy.
My smirk widened.
Mere sat up, wobbling a little, and turned to me. I didn’t move, sitting with my back to the headboard and my legs once again sprawled in front of me, wondering what she would do.
My girl didn’t disappoint.
She straddled me, yanked my hair back so she could lick her own wetness from my face, and reached down to slide her finger over the top of my underwear. I was already on the cusp of an orgasm just from having had her pussy in my mouth. When she crooked her fingers up inside me and rapidly fucked them in and out as her thumb flicked over my clit, I stood no chance.
I came with a hiss and a low swear, arching my back and closing my eyes as she kissed the base of my throat. My hips jerked up, stomach cramping from the force of it, and my toes curled in the sheet.
Mere slipped her fingers out of me, but kept kissing me, both of us a mess of bodily fluids. I tangled my fingers in her hair, unable to pull away, and kissed her harder. Like if I could jam my tongue farther into her mouth, I’d be closer to having her out of my system.
When she finally broke away to suck in a breath, and I leaned in to follow that mouth before it could go too far, it was clear that she wasn’t.