“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On how well you beg,” I whispered into his ear.
“Is this you or your perfect, greedy little cunt making these demands?”
“Does it matter?”
He smirked. “Stand up.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging.”
“Stand up, Lo,” he demanded and sat up on the bed with me still in his arms. “And then I’ll show you begging.”
I stood up on the mattress and braced my hands on his shoulders while Reed deftly undid my jean shorts and removed them, along with my panties, from my body.
“Does my new job revolve around animals?” he asked as he slid a finger across where I was already wet and aching.
“Uh-uh.”
“Children?”
My breath hitched. “Nope.”
“Crazy brides?”
“Nope.”
“Am I actually going to enjoy it?”
While his finger continued to toy with me torturously, I managed a nod and a whisper. “More than fortune cookie writing.”
“This sounds promising.”
“I’m certain it’s going to be the perfect match.”
“Any more details you’re willing to give?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. Well, at least, I thought I didn’t. I was finding it a bit hard to focus.
“So the begging shall commence?”
“Yep.”
One-word answers were all my brain had to offer as he slid one finger inside and paused.
I waited him out, but I silently begged him to cave. I wouldn’t hold out much longer, and I really wanted to hold out for a long time.
“Okay,” he finally stated. I let out the breath I was holding and melted a little around his finger all at once. “I’m going to lie back on this bed. And you’re going to sit on my face.”
“And then what’s going to happen?”
He took absolutely no time to even consider an answer. Instead, a shriek left my mouth as he yanked me forward and fell to his back in one swoop. I didn’t fight it as he situated my body with ease, his firm grip on the cheeks of my ass, directly over his face.
“What’s my new job, Lola?” he asked and swiped his wicked tongue against me.
“A job,” I sputtered out.
His assault wasn’t swift and efficient, but rather, slow and calculating, and the instant his lips wrapped around my clit, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I moaned out loud and grasped the headboard with my fingers. Like I said, wicked tongue.
The vibrations from his greedy groans as he ate at my pussy only made me crazier.
My thighs started to shake on their own accord, and I braced myself for the initial waves of a delicious Reed-induced orgasm.
But it didn’t come.
I whined in frustration as he pulled his lips away.
“Need something?” he asked, his playfully sinister blue eyes staring up at me.
My hips thrust toward his mouth traitorously, and he smirked.
“What’s my new job, Lola?”
I shook my head. “Not telling.”
He licked me, once, twice, and then pulled away again.
A hazy, longing pain settled over my body.
“What’s my new job?”
“A job,” I gritted and then moaned as he tapped my clit with his tongue.
“Tell me what it is, and I’ll make sure you come.”
He’d better make sure I come. One more swipe of his tongue robbed me of the ability to hold my head upright, and with my hair tickling the skin of my back, I shivered.
“Just tell me what it is, LoLo. It’ll be over. You won’t have to suffer anymore. And after that, I’ll have time to do it again.”
“All over again?” I breathed.
“Uh-huh.”
Yeah. I considered myself a strong-willed person, but who needed to be strong-willed when there were orgasms at the end of the rainbow?
Not me.
I’ll take the rainbow and the pot of gold and the fucking unicorns, thank you very much.
“The San Francisco Times.”
He looked up at me skeptically from between my thighs.
“Your own column,” I added.
“What am I writing about?”
“Basically, anything you want.”
His blue eyes shone with intrigue. “Anything I want?”
“Pretty much.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
I nodded, but in reality, I was just saying, Yeah. Yeah. That’s great. The love and stuff, that’s really great, Reed. But for the love of God, I need to come.
I moved my hips a little, and he smirked.
“We’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the day.”
“It’s only noon.”
“Exactly.”
Oh, boy.
“Hewhoa?” Lola answered on the fourth and final ring.