Just as I’m about to try for it though, he pulls me away. He tugs on my hair and tilts my neck up and stares down at my face. “You’ve made a mess, Blue,” he says roughly, as his gaze moves over my lips and his thumb flicks at the corners of it. “You asked for it,” I whisper. “I did.” “But I’m not done yet.” “No?” “I think I missed a few spots. I need to be thorough,” I breathe. “Besides, I-I’m still hungry. I still need to suck and suck and suck until I find what I’m looking for.” I reach up and sweep a few strands of his hair away from his sweat-beaded forehead.
