Midnight Toxicity

7.

I warily ran my tongue over my top lip.

There was a devious glint in Ian's stare when our eyes locked.

Jack can't stand Ian. If I messed around with him, it would royally piss off my best friend. Would he understand I cannot fight this attraction? Ian is streetwise, mysterious, a smartass... and hotter than most. He's drawn to me too.

No, that is not correct.

Ian treats me like an equal when not pandering to his crew or haggling blowjobs.

I thought long and hard before stealing from the Fairfield's, and Ian's the only other criminal I knew trustworthy enough to offer me a decent cut for my sins. Ironic — but it is what it is. Jack needs to work his issues out before he ruins my chance at freedom.

I will not be obliged to Derry any longer than necessary.

"Don't overthink this moment," Ian soothed, kissing the curve of my leg. "You aren't ready for me. Not quite."

"What?" my voice shook, struggling to decipher his meaning. "No reciprocation?"

His husky chuckle vibrated my core, and I bit back a moan. "I never claimed that."

He glided his rough palms up my frame with lingering touches, lifting the black material of my gown, tossing it aside. I almost started complaining about dirt and wrinkles, but one look at his enraptured expression on my bare body made me snap my mouth shut.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, smiling so sweetly I nearly came. I didn't trust this side of him. He was too much of a jerk. "Relax. Soon you'll scream my fucking name."

Men either loved or hated a vocal lover. Seems Ian got off hearing how great he fucked. I could get down with that.

"We'll see," I breathed, "Challenge accepted."

Ian sucked and nibbled a slow path towards my weeping core, his hot breath causing goosebumps to form on my arms.

After tearing off my thong, he cupped my ass, yanking me to the edge of the wooden locker. I moaned, throwing my head back when his mouth descended.

Good heavens.

The first swipe of his wet tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, and I grinned down at him like I had won something.

"Right there," I sighed, clutching the makeshift seat. "Show me what you got, Ian."

"Shut up," he chuckled, "Always running that pretty mouth."

"You love it," I smiled, amused when he adjusted his position with a grimace. Cement flooring is not ideal for fornication. "Are there cameras?"

He shrugged, then licked my pussy back to front.

My belly clenched at the gentle way he lapped at me, and I gave myself over to him.

To his scorching touch and unexpected reverence.

Over and over, he led me to the brink of euphoria without ever inserting a finger where I desperately needed it. No matter how long I wriggled or pleaded, he refused to give me what I wanted.

Hmm, he was a sight down there on his knees. He belonged there, worshiping me.

A girl can dream.

"You taste like dessert," he hummed against my shaved mound. "Ready to steal an orgasm, little thief?"

"Yes!" I gasped, "Please, Ian."

"That's what I'm talking about," he smirked victoriously.

A loud bang echoed through the room when an asshole struck the door.