“Ready for the ride of your life?” Is that another chuckle before his mouth descends upon me?
“Ride?” I ask stupidly, cursing the fact that my head’s just turned into a big, empty cloud, when his hot tongue dips into me. The movement comes so unexpected, I almost whimper and thread my fingers through his hair, unsure whether to pull his mouth closer or push him away.
My leg wraps tighter around his shoulder, bringing his mouth closer to my entrance. His tongue dips in again, then licks all the way back up to my clit, through my swollen folds, moving back up to my clit.
I suck in a gulp of air and close my eyes, my fingers still tangled in his hair as arrows of pleasure shoot through my core, my pussy tightening around nothing, begging to be filled.
“I’ve been thinking about your wet pussy,” Kellan whispers appreciatively between another dip and lick, then another and another.
“You taste even better than I imagined.” His voice is deep, hoarse, sexy as hell. “I’m going to make you crash so hard, you’ll be spoiled for every other man after me.”
“No false modesty,” I more moan than whisper.
His tongue focuses on my clit for a moment. His mouth sucks the little mound between his lips, then he flicks his tongue across it.
I moan and arch my back.
It feels so damn good, but it won’t be enough.
Laughter echoes somewhere to our right, reminding me that we’re in someone’s back yard. We could be discovered any minute with my skirt literally hitched up around my waist. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me, the excitement almost pushing me over me edge.
“Be quiet,” Kellan whispers, but his tongue doesn’t ease up on me. It slides through my slickness, leaving a hot and moist trail behind just long enough for the wind to cool me down, before he begins again.
He’s such a professional at doing this.
Too calm. Too focused.
Of course, he’s probably licked more pussy than he can count. I, on the other hand, feel like I could be dying on the spot. Both from desire and sheer mortification at what we’re doing. And from being so ready to give him what he’s been wanting all along.
Somewhere, a door closes. Then a click.
Footsteps thud in the distance.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“I think someone’s coming,” I whisper needlessly and try to push his head away. He grabs my ass tightly, holding me in place as he adjusts his mouth.
“Kellan,” I whisper, mortified.
His tongue is more unrelenting now. Barely giving me time to breathe between the hard flicks on my clit. My pussy tightens, squeezing the air, the delicious pull of an oncoming orgasm forming, but not quite there.
The footsteps stop, and a male voice begins to talk quietly…into a phone?
I can even make out a few words.
Oh, God.
We’re going to be found out.
Talk about bad timing.
“Kellan.” His name swooshes out of my mouth in another silent moan.
“Hush! He’ll be here soon.” The way he says it, it sounds like he knows the person. I want to follow up his remark with a question. I even open my mouth when he thrusts a finger into me, then another, stretching me, filling me.
I nearly cry out, the sound lodged deep in my throat.
It’s getting harder to breathe.
Kellan’s tongue flicks faster while he finger-fucks me hard, rubbing against that one special spot inside me I know will have me crying out his name.
Red-hot waves of lust threaten to crush me. My legs begin to tremble. I bite my lip hard so I can’t cry out. The taste of blood registers somewhere inside my mind, but I don’t care.
All I want is more.
More of him.
More of this.
I think the footsteps are heading for us now, but I can’t move.
Whatever Kellan’s doing to me is way too good to stop him.
“Oh, God.” A moan erupts from my chest.
The familiar blackness of an orgasm is descending on me a moment before my body lights up, then crashes in flames. A tremor rocks my entire body over and over again.
Faintly, I think I feel Kellan set me down and place a hasty kiss on my lips.
He tastes of me.
It’s so darn sexy, my core flares up again.
Yes, I definitely want more of him, until the lights in the back yard go on.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Kellan, is that you?” a male voice calls out.
Oh, my God.
I jump back and only manage to rattle the gate, drawing attention to us.
Kellan laughs and pulls down my skirt. “Hey, Ryder. How’s it going?”
“You son of a bitch.” A dark figure reaches us in a few long strides, and I groan inwardly, filled with humiliation.
This guy is definitely corrupting me.
I can’t believe I just came barely a few steps away from one of his friends.