The Fall of East: Book 3 in the Hear No Evil Trilogy Malone, Nana (good fiction books to read .TXT) 📖

As he crawled up my body, I couldn't help but continue laughing. "You know, Mr. Hale, I'd really like you to put your money where your mouth is."

He lifted a brow. "Or maybe I’ll put my mouth somewhere very, very special."

And he did. He crawled up my body, nipping along the way at my calf and then my inner thighs. When I moaned, he only chuckled. And then he stopped right at the apex of my thighs. "Open."

With a teasing smile I shook my head.

He laughed. "If you don't open, I won't ask so nicely the next time."

At the hem of my knickers he glanced up at me, eyes fierce, teeth grazing his bottom lip. "Do you want me to ask nicely?"

Feeling insolent, I shook my head. "No."

He chuckled, and then using his teeth, he bit down on the fabric, slowly tugging it down. Tugging them down over my legs.

When the fabric caught on my hips, he frowned, and using his strong hands he gripped my thighs, parting them ever so slightly so he could see his quarry. And then leaving my knickers where they were, he leaned over them and licked with flat of his tongue to scrape over my clit.

I started to shake. "East."

"You're the one teasing us. I'm being perfectly reasonable. I was just sitting here minding my business, being well-behaved. But you, you had to tease me. You had to make me want things."

I gasped as he licked over my clit again. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"You know, I don't think you're sufficiently sorry. I think you meant to tease me. I think you mean to make me behave badly."

I gasped and panted. "No. I'll behave. I swear. Oh my God."

And then he stopped. He moved backwards, sliding my knickers off with his teeth as if he hadn't started to make me shake. Down, down slid my knickers until he slid them right off my legs.

Smiling then, he surveyed his handiwork. "Ah, that's better. Now I have a clear view." I rolled my eyes, but not too much. Because I knew my insolence was going to get me in trouble.

He started his journey back up, placing oh so light kisses along my legs, my toes, back up to my calves, taking his sweet time to torture me.

I squirmed. "East. Stop playing."

He laughed. "Oh, I think I've earned the right to play, don't you?"

"I swear if you—" With a speed I'd only seen at select times, he crawled up my body and planted his whole mouth over my sex. Sucking, licking, nipping gently. The first wave of orgasm hit me quick. I couldn't breathe, all I knew was that I saw stars, and he was unrelenting. He did not stop, he did not pause, he gave me no quarter. Because he was on a mission to make me forget. And forget I did, because Jesus Christ, the things he did with his tongue. Even as I begged off with please, please, please, oh God, I can't, not anymore, he kept going furiously until he pulled out another back-snapping orgasm from me. And then he leisurely kissed up my belly.

"So Nyla, when will you learn that obeying commands will keep you very, very happy."

"Just to be clear, I don't obey commands ever. Besides if I did, you would go apoplectic. You wouldn't even know what to do with me."

He laughed. "You're right about that."

"And just so we're clear, while I very much like you being a little bit bossy in bed, you're not in charge of me."

He laughed. "Uh-huh, if you say so."

I squirmed in his hold, and he snapped his arms around me. "Oh no you don't. We're not done yet."

I lifted a brow. "Aren't we though?"

He shook his head. "No, I have plans for you my love."

"Oh, yes, please tell. I'm curious about these plans of yours."

"Good, because these plans will make you very, very happy."

I giggled as he tickled one of my ribs, his lips tracing along with his fingers. But then he nudged the underside of my breasts, and my breath caught. "You know what I heard, Nyla?"

I choked out a breath. "What?"

"I heard that for some women, their nipples can be so sensitive they can come from nipple stimulation alone."

"Um, okay."

"You know what I've been curious about?"

I could see where this was going. "East."

He rubbed his stubble along my breasts, oh so careful to avoid my sensitive nipples.

"I'm wondering if that's true for you. Can I make you come from just sucking your nipples?"

I squirmed underneath him, and I could feel the heavy length of him resting against me.

"I'm curious. Let's see if we can make that happen."

"East, I just came. I—" He didn't care. East made that determined look I'd seen dozens of times on his face. Brows slightly furrowed, full focus and attention on his quarry. And he bent over one of my nipples, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.

East Hale with a task at hand was a man you couldn't deter. And if that task was bringing me pleasure an untold number of times and ways, he was all for it. It wasn't long before his tongue and his teeth were used to bring me to the edge, and then back again, over and over again until my hands were sliding into his hair and I was begging. Just begging him for more, begging to come, begging for it to be over, the torture. At some point, I wasn't even sure what I was saying because my words didn't make any sense to me. They were just a myriad of please, please, please, oh God, please more, please stop, please, there please, just please.

And as his hands slid down over my body, reacquainting themselves with every nook and cranny they were already so familiar with, he slid his fingers to my apex, lightly caressing my clit, I exploded again. There was no slamming into a train, there was no cascade of lightning