Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, that I might hit a second orgasm right here and lose all control over my voice completely, Lark draws his fingers out of my pussy. Then, still watching me, his warm, solid body pressed against mine in the backseat of the darkened cab, he lifts his hand to his face, and slowly licks my juices from his fingers, one by one.
My heart continues to pound, my eyes wide as I watch him. “Fuck,” I finally breathe, not sure whether I mean the sight of him doing that, or the orgasm he just gave me, or all of it. Everything.
He grins and kisses my cheek, my jawline. “Just wait until we get home,” he murmurs. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
Those words are enough to leave me practically vibrating until the taxi parks outside his house. He pays and pulls me out beside him. It’s dark, so I don’t get a good look, but I get the feeling this is an expensive apartment. Doorman building, one of the top floors, if not the top. I don’t know—I don’t pay much attention in the elevator, because the moment the doors close behind us, Lark pins me against the wall, his tongue parting my lips, his hands hiking up my skirt.
I gasp and peer around him, worried. “What if—” I start to say, worried someone else might step inside the elevator, or call it to their floor, only to find us naked inside.
But then it slows to a halt, and the doors ping open, and I realize that would have been impossible. Because the doors open straight into Lark’s place.
“Whoa.” My eyes go wide as I take the place in. Definitely expensive as hell. It’s a modern style apartment, with floor to ceiling windows all along one side that overlook the city, and an open plan kitchen and living room. It’s tastefully decorated, all minimalist and stylish, except for the fireplace, which adds a bit of warmth to the room, complete with a throw rug in front of it.
But it screams bachelor pad, too.
Lark leads me from the elevator by the hand, and as the doors slide shut again behind us, he pins me against them, one finger curling underneath my chin in order to tilt my head back, until my gaze jumps back to his. “That cab ride was about a century too long.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” I reply, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Then his mouth crushes against mine, and he hikes up the hem of my dress in one smooth motion, drawing it up and over my head.
It falls somewhere to the side. I barely notice, because I’m tugging at the buttons on his shirt. My fingers fumble with them for a minute, before I give up and just yank, hard, sending buttons pinging around us.
Lark laughs, where his mouth is crushed to mine. “Eager, are you, kitten?” Then he draws back just far enough to take in my expression, and I swear, his eyes seem to darken with desire. “Me too.”
My eyes must be doing the same as his, because fuck. I knew I felt muscles under his tightly buttoned clothes, but seeing him shirtless has taken my breath away. He’s cut like no man I’ve ever slept with before, solid as a rock, with those V-line muscles pointing straight down to where… Fuck. The bulge in his jeans is huge. I’m reaching for it, when Lark interrupts me.
He grips my ass hard and lifts me into his arms. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel that hard bulge of his cock digging into my belly as he carries me, my hands digging into the hard plains of his shoulders, over to the kitchen counter. He sets me on the edge and unsnaps my bra at the same time, practically throwing it aside.
He pauses for a second, like the sight of me naked it is driving him wild, too. “God, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, his breath tickling my collarbone. Then he dips lower, kisses and licks his way down between my breasts. My head falls back, my whole body arched toward him, like I’m just a puppet and he’s the master. He tilts his head to one side, licks along the underside of my breast, making my toes curl and my whole body tingle with the sensation. Higher and higher, his tongue trails, until he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his lips pursed around it. His tongue toys with my nipple, laps against it until I can feel it getting hard.
With his free hand, he cups my other breast, his thumb toying with my nipple, alternating between gently rolling it and pinching just hard enough to make me gasp.
He tilts his head back, and eyes me for a second, my breast wet from his hot mouth, his lips swollen from kissing it. “You were so good at being quiet in the cab,” he says, grinning. “Now I’ll have to see if I can make you scream.”
Then his hands dip down, tracing my curves, sending heat waves through me as they go, and his thumbs hook under the edges of my panties.
He raises me up just high enough to pull them off, and pushes them down, spreading my legs wide as he does.
My lips part. He’s still wearing his pants, which hardly seems fair. But just as I’m about to point that out, he drops to his knees, and pushes his face between my thighs.
His tongue traces the upper edge of my thighs, along the crease where they meet my hips, and then he trails his tongue, flat like a blade, over the outer lips of my pussy. “You smell as good as you tasted,” he says, those eyes jumping up to meet mine.
He keeps his eyes on mine, as he straightens his tongue into a spearhead, and presses it inside me.
I moan, holding his gaze, my toes curling and every muscle in my body goes taut as a bowstring. The sight of this man on his knees between my legs unfurls sensations deep in my belly, a sense of pleasure, of rightness, and searing heat. He’s hungry, relentless, his tongue plunging into me again and again, and it doesn’t take me long to near a climax again, my whole body still sensitive from earlier, hovering at the brink.
“Fuck, Lark,” I manage to breathe, never taking my gaze from his. “Right there, oh, God… Don’t stop.”
But he does still, for a moment. Withdraw his tongue, and my whole body twists in frustration. “Ask me nicely,” he says, breath hot against my skin.
“Please,” I gasp, not even caring how I sound anymore. I’m desperate. “Please, Lark, let me come.”
He smirks. And then he plunges his tongue back inside me. Licks and licks, until my head falls back and I lose track of time, space.
I cry aloud this time, not bothering to try to stifle it. My voice echoes in the big, open space, and my toes curl, my thighs tightening around his head.
But he doesn’t waste any time. I’m still trembling, my pussy soaked and twitching after the force of the orgasm, when he rises to his feet again and pushes his jeans down.
God. His cock, where it springs free, is a thing of glory. Thick and veined along one side, with a glistening spot of precum at the tip. I reach for him, but he’s already pulling something from a side drawer—a condom. He tears open the package, but I take it from him then, eyes on his.
“I want to feel you,” I tell him. So I take my time rolling the condom down the length of his thick shaft. Jesus. It takes both of my hands combined to fit around him, he’s so thick. Will he fit? Part of me wonders. But the rest of me is eager to find out.
He steps closer, his hands sliding up my thighs, gripping tight.
“I want your cock inside me.” I lean back against the counter to look up at him.
He reaches up with one hand to brush my hair back over my shoulder, then cups my cheek. I tilt my face into his palm, savoring how warm he feels. He tips down, until his forehead rests against mine, and his cock is poised between my legs, standing hard, just inches from my pussy.