Famous Last Words (New York Thunder #1)

Chapter 29FRAN

CHAPTER 29

FRAN

I feel like I’m floating. Weightless. Like I’m trapped in a blissful cloud of warmth and light, my body tingling all over. I smile, a moan slipping from my lips. But then a bright light flickers, and I realize I’m sleeping. Or awake. Fuck, I could be dead for all I know because this sort of euphoria is other-worldly.

My lashes flutter, and I open my eyes, suddenly reminded where I am when another moan falls from my lips, my legs trembling.

With a gasp, I lift my head, panting at the sight of Robbie Mason currently positioned with his face between my thighs. Whiskey eyes stare into mine and he winks, his mouth curling into a smile as his tongue flicks my clit.

“Holy shit,” I hiss between ragged breaths.

Normally, beneath the unforgiving gleam of the morning sun streaming in through the windows, I’d be self-conscious of my soft belly, the white lines permanently marking my hips, the cellulite dimpling my thighs. But right now, lying naked on Robbie’s bed, his arms wrapped beneath my thighs, holding me wide open, I couldn’t give a damn. All I care about right now is coming. I’ve never needed to come like I need to come right now.

“Morning,” Robbie murmurs against my pussy, his voice low and rasped. Pure sex.

He takes his time, flicking my clit once, twice, three times before sucking it, causing my back to arch up off the mattress. He presses a kiss against my clit before trailing down and fucking me with his tongue.

“Oh, shit…” I cover my face with my hands, biting down on the heel of my palm to stop myself from crying out. Then, peering between my fingers, I watch him work me over, lapping at me with slow, languorous strokes of his tongue, like he has all day and not a care in the world.

I’m not sure how long he’s been down there, eating me out while I sleep, but I can feel my arousal dripping down between my ass cheeks. I’ve never woken up with a head between my legs before, but it’s definitely something I could get used to.

Robbie circles my clit with his tongue, pulling it between his lips. Circling. Nibbling. Circling. Sucking. Circling. Fucking biting . I reach down, scratching my nails over his scalp, pulling at the lengths of his dark hair. He groans, and the vibration against my needy center nearly sets me off. Nearly . But just when I’m so fucking close, teetering on the edge, he abandons my pussy altogether, pressing slow, feather-light kisses to the soft skin of my inner thighs, blowing a hot breath over my sensitive core.

I urge him closer, guiding him right where I need him, but he stops just short, kissing my mound. Again, I lift my head, gaping at him, and when I meet his eyes, that’s when I see it. The knowing glint in his gaze. The shit-eating smirk playing on his lips. He’s doing it on fucking purpose.

He stares at me, eyes blazing as he licks me from my entrance all the way up to my clit. He circles it again, still staring at me, and I’ll be damned if this is not the most erotic moment I’ve ever experienced.

With a pathetic whimper, I grip his hair in my hands. “Please.”

But he pulls away again, his fingers taking over, drawing teasing patterns all over my pussy; he’s everywhere except where I need him the most.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, all casual like, as if he doesn’t realize exactly what he’s doing to me.

My entire body quivers as the tip of his index finger flicks my swollen clit.

“Please, Robbie,” I whimper again, my voice gravelly and unfamiliar.

“Not yet, Keller,” is all he says, winking at me before closing in again and maintaining eye contact as he spits on my pussy. Spits . Normally I’d be disgusted. Maybe even slap him. But fuck me, it might just be the hottest damn thing any man has ever done to me.

Robbie drags his thick finger up and down my slit. Circling my center, he trails up so it barely grazes my clit. Back down then up, down then up. He’s relentless, and I can’t stop myself from tilting my hips, desperate for more. I don’t even know what I want. I just need to come.

“Please?” I beg, throwing my head back in frustration. “I need it so bad.”

“I know you do, baby,” Robbie coos as his lips ghost across my clit. “I’ve been edging you for the last half hour.” He flashes me a cocky grin. “Your pussy is pulsing, Keller. Fucking pulsing . My needy little slut .”

I groan in a combination of lust, frustration, and ecstasy when he dips the tip of his finger inside of me, only to remove it again far too quickly. When he kisses my inner thigh, dragging his tongue against the sensitive skin, it takes everything I have not to push him away and finish myself off.

“You’re so pissed at me, huh?” he says with a throaty laugh.

I gl are at him, but the anger disintegrates the moment he lays his tongue flat against my clit, licking with fervor. I’m so fucking close.

“You really wanna come?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes…” I nod frantically as he works my clit, his index finger sliding inside of me at an agonizingly slow pace; it’s both heaven and hell and everything in between.

Again, Robbie pulls away, only this time he moves all the way away, crawling up the bed to lay beside me, and I can feel tears of frustration sting my eyes.

“You okay?” he asks with a mocking grin, fingers lazily circling one of my nipples.

“Why would you do that?” I sob, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to quell the crippling ache.

Robbie leans in and grazes his lips with mine. I can smell myself on his skin, taste myself on his tongue when it licks into my mouth and finds mine. “If you wanna come,” he says against my mouth, “then get your ass up, and sit on my fucking face.”

My eyes widen, and I gape at him as he pulls away, that same taunting grin playing on his lips. He rolls onto his back and makes himself comfortable, and I just continue staring at him, his glorious naked form, muscles moving beneath his smooth, tattooed skin, thick cock straining up against his stomach.

“Come on, Keller,” he says, smirking up at the ceiling. “I have a flight to catch.”

It’s only now that I’m fully aware none of the blinds are drawn. His bed is in the corner of two glass walls, and literally anyone could be looking in at us right now. If I’m honest, that’s actually kind of hot. But I’ve never done this before. Sat on someone’s face, I mean. What if I?—

“Keller, don’t make me ask again.”

“I can’t sit on your face, Robbie,” I balk. “It’s already banged up from the fight. What if I… I don’t know… break your nose? Or suffocate you?” I scoff. “I’m not exactly a size two.”

He turns then, facing me, and despite the wicked smirk, there’s something else entirely in his eyes when they meet mine. “Keller,” he says softly. “You’re not gonna break my nose. Trust me, if Danowski couldn’t do it with his bare fucking fist, you’re not gonna break it with your soft, fleshy ass.”

I glare at him.

He chuckles. “And, honestly, baby, I could die and go to heaven with those thick thighs wrapped around my head. Suffocate the fuck out of me and know I’ll die a happy man.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Well, how about this?” He cups my jaw, tracing the curve of my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb so soft and gentle that my eyelashes flutter. “Sit on my fucking face, or don’t come at all.” He grins at me all cocky like. “The choice is yours.”

The thought of not coming right now far outweighs the risk of going to prison for the accidental asphyxiation of Robbie Mason. So, with a resigned sigh, I push up and tentatively climb on top of him, hovering over his chest.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, hands rubbing up and down my soft thighs, thumbs skimming dangerously close to my center. “Keep going.”

I lift one knee, placing it next to his head, and then the other, but I hesitate, frozen mid-air.

“This is so fucking humiliating,” I whine.

“Humiliating? For who?” he mutters between gritted teeth, gripping my hips almost to the point of pain. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Now quit your fucking hovering, grab onto the headboard, and ride my fucking face.”

Okay, apparently that was all the encouragement I needed because I’m suddenly lowering myself, gasping the second I feel his face right there, his tongue getting straight down to business.

“Is this okay?” I ask around a gasp. “Are you okay? Robbie?”

He murmurs against me, but I can’t understand a word he’s saying. His hands move to my ass, and he positions me a little better so that I can at least see his eyes, and when I find them looking at me in a way that tells me he’s more than okay, it’s only then I start to relax.

“Oh my God,” I shudder. It feels different. Better. I can feel everything .

Gripping the headboard, I move my hips ever so slightly, seeking.

Robbie groans, his fingers digging into my thighs.

I grind a little harder against his tongue, and he sucks on my clit, biting it softly.

Throwing my head back, I’m on the verge of losing my ever-loving shit, black spots dotting my vision.

“Oh my fucking God, Robbie!” My voice is shrill, frenzied. “I can’t—” I suck in a breath, choking on my own moan.

More muffled sounds come from underneath me, vibrating against my pussy.

“I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever… fucking … stop!” When I look down, meeting Robbie’s eyes, it’s a combination of the ministrations of his lips, tongue, and teeth, the sounds he’s making, and the look of raw, unfiltered sex in his eyes that tips me over the edge. The coil at the base of my belly unfurls, and a wave of bliss courses through me as my entire world is tipped upside down.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m… coming !” I cry out, my voice feral, thighs trembling, back arching. I let go of the headboard and my fingers find Robbie’s hair, holding onto him for dear life as he works me through my release, taking everything until I’m far too sensitive and begging him to stop.

Flopping onto the bed, I’m a depleted mess. A shell. My entire body is boneless and still trembling as aftershocks shudder through me. I try to catch my breath, but it’s like I’ve just run a marathon, and I am absolutely not a runner.

Robbie pushes up on his elbows, looking down at me and holy shit, he looks so fucking sexy. Dark hair mussed and sticking up in every direction, cheeks flushed, eyes heavily hooded, my release glistening all over his mouth and chin.

He f lashes me a satisfied smirk. “That was so fucking hot.”

I cover my face with a hand. I’m not embarrassed. Surprisingly. I probably should be. I mean, I didn’t just sit on the man’s face; I rode it like it was a mechanical bull. But I’m not embarrassed at all. In fact, I think I’m the opposite of embarrassed. And I’m a little scared because I’ve never felt this comfortable with any man before. And fuck knows what that means.

Turning into the pillows to the tune of Robbie’s laughter, I try to swat at him. But he grabs my hand and launches himself at me, nuzzling into my neck with a few sloppy kisses. And I don’t know what this is between us, but I don’t think it’s quite as fake as we initially intended it to be…