Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I signaled the waitress and gestured for her to come over to my side, where I whispered an order. She giggled and set off for the kitchen. Before I could turn back, I tamped down a yelp of pain as tiny little claws dug into my cock. My head whipped around to look at Carly, who was glowering at me. Gripping her hand, I moved it to my thigh and smiled serenely at her.
She looked murderous until the waitress hurried back over and set a bag down in front of me. “Three chocolate mousses to go!” she announced cheerily. Carly’s face burned red, but a dopey smile crossed her face.
“Excellent idea,” Nic said as he and Anna laughed. Then Anna joined Carly in the blushing department as Nic put in the same order.
Chapter Sixteen
CARLY
Ispent the whole drive back to Brandon’s apartment fantasizing about how much better the delicious chocolate mousse was going to taste when it was spread all over his body—only to find him in the mood not to share. Before the door even closed behind us, he’d tossed me over his shoulder. I gripped his belt for balance while he carried me through the apartment and tossed me onto the bed. As I bounced on the mattress, he whipped his shirt off and unbuckled his belt. Not wanting to be left out, I tried to get my clothes off quickly. I didn’t succeed, though. While my shirt was over my head and covering my eyes, he somehow managed to get his shoes, pants, and boxers off. I stilled, my fingers on the button of my pants, as I watched him crawl on the bed towards me. He looked an awful lot like a lion who was ready to pounce, and the fire in his eyes made it clear I was his prey.
“Down,” he growled, curling his hand around my neck.
I sank backwards, my muscles going lax at the command in his tone. My head landed on the pillows at the top of the bed, and I relaxed into them while he went to work on getting rid of the rest of my clothes. His eyes stayed locked with mine as his nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on my pants. I lifted my hips as he peeled them from my body. The lace panties he’d left on me were already wet, but by the time his ravenous gaze roamed over me they were drenched.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, it’s almost a shame to dirty you up.”
My eyes slid to the bag on the bedside table, and I licked my lips. “I’m willing to bet you’d look even hotter painted in chocolate.”
“You’ll have to find out another night because I have plans for that mousse.”
I tilted my head to the side and offered him a naughty grin. “So you’re in the mood to dirty me up then?”
“Always,” he murmured, dipping his head low until his lips were against the lace of my panties.
My hips jerked at the feel of his hot breath against my sensitive folds. “I thought you said it’d be a shame,” I gasped.
His teeth grazed over my clit through the wet material, making me moan. “But I never said I wasn’t gonna do it anyway,” he breathed out, his tongue flicking out to lap at my pussy before he ripped my panties off and proceeded to drive me insane with need. Yanking the to-go bag from the bedside table, he withdrew one of the containers and dipped his fingers into it. I yelped when the cold dessert hit my skin. It only made him flash me a wicked grin while he spread it over my lower belly, inner thighs, and pussy lips. He took his time cleaning it off me, his tongue licking and lapping at my skin. When most of it was gone, his mouth clamped around my clit and he sucked gently.
I was so close to the edge, but gentle wasn’t going to get me there, not after his prolonged torture. “More,” I demanded, sliding my fingers into his hair and clenching tightly.
My aggressive move had the opposite effect from what I’d intended. Brandon pulled away from me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you that you can.”
“You’re not playing fair,” I grumbled, even as I curled my fingers around the bars. “I need to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come all right,” he promised. “After I’ve given you more.”
I should have said harder instead because he really did give me more—of the chocolate mousse on my body and his mouth and tongue licking it off me. He wasn’t the least bit bothered by my frustration. He just held my hips in place as he continued to feast while I alternated between whimpering in need and cursing him. It felt like hours had passed when he finally sunk two fingers inside me while sucking on my clit hard, sending me over the cliff. I melted into the mattress while he lapped up every drop of my climax, until I was too sensitive to stand it any longer and released the headboard to tug on his hair.