Page 88 of Make Me Laugh

Meanwhile, my head’s swimming from the intensity of his kiss. It’s wild, but calculated. Practiced. West knows what he’s doing. He’s not fumbling his movements.

The nerves I saw the night he sat on the end of the bed and watched me strip haven’t returned. The moment I’d given him permission to get rough, something shifted between us.

“West,” I moan against his lips.

He tears the oversized T-shirt over my head, returning his mouth to one of my nipples, using his free hand to pinch the other hard enough to make me gasp. “I wish you could see how goddamn pretty you look right now,” he groans, gently biting my nipple.

Goosebumps scatter across my skin, and West captures my mouth with his again. Distracted by the kiss, I don’t notice his hand slipping into my pants until his fingers press into my bare clit.

I arch my back, and West follows the movement, kissing down my neck. “No bra or underwear is fucking diabolical, you brat.” Between his words, how he rubs at the right speed and applies the perfect pressure, I’m close to coming already. It hadn’t taken him long to figure me out the first night, and apparently, that wasn’t a fluke either… “So wet for me.” He bites the flesh where my neck meets my collarbone, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

West slips a single finger inside me for one pump, followed by a second. I clench around his large fingers, unable to respond to his question because I’m holding back a moan the neighbors in the next room would complain to the front desk over.

I squeak, struggling to breathe through the next wave of pleasure. My nails dig into his shoulders, his shirt protecting him from the worst of my grip.

West hums a pleased sound. “I gotta get you somewhere you can scream for me.”

I’ve stopped moving my hips, giving in to West’s control. His thumb massages my clit, fingers rubbing against my G-spot.

The first strike makes me inhale a pained breath, rising up to escape the excessive jolt of my imminent orgasm.

“Mmm, you’re close aren’t you?” He bites his lip, and even while in the throes of immense ecstasy, I don’t miss the cocky gleam in his eyes when I nod my head because I can’t form words.

West’s grip tightens around the back of my neck to lead me down, sinking his fingers completely inside me again.

I’m too gone to fight his hold, and why would I want to? I quiver as he massages his fingers against the spot inside a few more times, never forgetting to give my clit the attention it needs.

“Fuck,” I whine, the muscles in my legs starting to shake.

“That’s it,” he encourages. West’s hand slides into the hair at the nape of my neck, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Let me see you come.”

There’s nowhere else for me to look. West is too close. He’s all around me.

All I can see. All I can smell. All I can feel.

He’s all I want…

I shatter, throwing myself off the ledge of my desire.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and West braces me through my orgasm.

When my vision comes back and I’m not blinking away stars, I look down, watching the chords of West’s arm flex as he fingers me through the end of my release.

The muscles in my lower stomach constrict, gripping West tight until he slips out, rubbing my clit in languid circles.

I chance a glance at his face, hoping he’s still not as hot as he was when I kissed him. Sometimes when you’re horny, people are hotter…

Me expecting West to be any less attractive when he’s in this sexy pleasure-dom mode is stupid. I’m stupid for even considering he could be unattractive at any point ever.

Fuck. I’m so fucked.

He does one more circle and plunges his fingers inside, only to pull them out and remove his hand from my sweatpants.

I follow the line of his fingers to his mouth, where he slips them inside to taste my cum. A breath of air escapes my lips as I watch, hungry for more.

He pops his fingers out and grabs the back of my head again, but this time with a gentleness I hadn’t expected. “You’re fucking incredible, Joey.” West kisses me, sharing the taste of me on his tongue.

He finally brings his other leg onto the bed, positioning me to a seated position he fits beside perfectly.