Chapter 8: How's It Feel to Cheat 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

She stopped struggling.

Her chest hurt — quick and sharp and out of nowhere.

"Let go of my wrists, Holden."

He let her hands down. The arm at her waist turned into a slow rocking pressure, his hips grinding against the front of her skirt.

"That's a yes?"

She made a small noise. "Yes."

A wave of something he couldn't name moved through him, but he didn't have anything to say back to it.

She turned around to face him. Her face had gone blank and her eyes were rimmed wet — the kind of tears that were already there, that he'd shaken loose. She caught his tie and pulled him down. Her mouth closed over his. Her hand stroked the line of his jaw, then drifted down — down his chest, his stomach — and settled over the front of his slacks.

His breath caught.

She bit him as she kissed him. She sucked his tongue out into her own mouth. The clack of his belt buckle came undone, and then the soft hiss of his zipper. She slid her hand into his briefs and dragged a knuckle slowly up the underside of him.

"Holden," she said against his mouth, eyes still closed, voice gone soft. "I need you. I'm so wet."

She guided his hand between her own legs. Held it there. Rocked her hips into it.

The little drag of her hips lit him on fire. He took over.

He shoved her back against the stone wall and her head tipped up. His mouth dropped to her throat and worked at the same place he'd been at last night — every spot he remembered making her squirm. He pushed his hand up under the hem of her skirt and rubbed her through the soaked silk of her panties, hard, and she went limp.

"You want my mouth?"

She'd been kissed senseless. She'd lost track of which way was up. She knew she wanted to come, that was all.

"Yeah. Hard."

He brushed the wet at the corner of her eye with his thumb, kissed her — light, almost gentle, not the kind of kiss the rest of this was — and dropped a hand to the back of her thigh.

"Step out of these. Then put a foot on my shoulder. Lean against the wall so you don't fall."

He went down to a crouch, pulled the soaked silk down her legs. She kicked off one heel. Stepped out of the panties. She put her bare foot on his shoulder, the other still in its heel braced against the floor. The skirt rode up around her hips. He looked up at her once — she had her eyes squeezed shut — and didn't waste another second. He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to her cunt.

She arched against the rock. The veins in her neck stood up. Her toes curled hard in the heel that was still on, and her bare foot dug into his shoulder.

"Holden — oh my god —"

He used his tongue. Slow drags up the seam of her, then over the swollen bud at the top, then back down. The mess of her was already running down her thighs and the inside of his lip was wet with her. He could taste exactly what last night had done to her. He sealed his mouth over the soft lips of her and sucked, hard.

She slapped a hand over her own mouth, biting down on her knuckle.

"Stop teasing — shit — Holden, get your tongue inside —"

He didn't. He kept the broad flat of his tongue pressed to the mouth of her, dragging slow, kissing where she was aching to be entered.

She kicked his shoulder.

"Holden, are you fucking going inside or not."

He laughed — quietly, into her — and gave her what she wanted. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, and at the same time slid his tongue inside her, fast, in and out.

"Oh my god — there — there — "

The slick of her pumped down his chin and into his mouth. He kept the rhythm. Worked one hand up to grip her hip and pin her flat to the wall so she stopped squirming. Her free hand fisted in his hair.

She started moving against his tongue, riding it, and he let her. Then he slid two fingers in alongside the tongue and curled them up. He was watching her face under her skirt. He saw her eyes go unfocused.

"Faster — Holden, please — I'm so close — "

He had her hip pinned. He worked his fingers fast and steady at the spot inside her that made her cry every time.

"Don't — don't stop — oh — "

She tried to bite the back of her own hand to keep from screaming. The sound got out anyway, a high broken thing.

He didn't slow. He kept the tongue, the fingers, the suction, perfectly steady, and watched her come apart.

A second later her thighs locked, her body arched off the rock, and a hot rush of slick spilled out of her around his fingers and down onto the front of his shirt. She came with a sharp, cracked sound, twice, three times.

The clean linen of his shirt was soaked.

She slid down the wall, knees folding. He stood up, fast, and caught her under the arms before she went all the way down. He eased his fingers out of her and her whole body shook.

"How's it feel to cheat?"

He brushed a damp strand of her hair behind her ear, soothing.

She leaned her forehead against his collarbone, eyes half-shut, and reached one trembling hand down to where the front of his slacks was tented hard.

She sucked at the soft skin of his throat, light kisses, then her teeth scraped a tendon.

"Put it back inside me," she murmured. "It feels better."