Chapter 44 Say You're Mine
Then his mouth is back, his naughty tongue plunging in to ruin me.
Lawrence eats my pussy so good, till I'm babbling incoherently and pulling his hair hard enough to hurt.
"Ah… Lawrence…" I plead. "...f-f-fuck…"
He lifts his head to look at me, his glasses foggy, but behind them are dark, feral eyes. Eyes with one naughty aim only.
"You can take it, baby. Come for me again. Drench my face with your sweet juices."
I break again, my mouth falling open in a muted moan as I gush against his tongue, waves of pleasure crashing until I'm boneless, sobbing his name.
He laps me through it gently, until I'm whimpering from the overstimulation. Then he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smirking down at me like Lucifer himself.
"Beautiful," he says with a raspy voice before moving to return the half-melted box of ice cubes to the freezer.
I collapse back against the cushions, a ridiculous grin spreading across my face that I can't seem to wipe off.
I take my phone and type out a text to Beverly before I lose my nerve.
"Guess who just got devoured on a billionaire's couch by the Ice Dragon himself?
Not you.
Me!
Details later. Try not to bite your tongue from screaming too loud."
I send it, then immediately switch the phone to silent. I can already picture her facial expression and how her thumbs are flying in a frenzy of all-caps texts as she replies.
I'll deal with that tomorrow.
Lawrence pads back in barefoot and shirtless, the T-shirt slung on his shoulders.
I'm awarded with the view of his splendid torso, and all I want to do is lick him.
But I keep those rabid thoughts in check.
He's carrying a small crystal bowl of vanilla ice cream and two spoons.
My heart flutters.
I swear this man is a straight 10/10. Bringing me ice cream after making me orgasm twice is very thoughtful of him.
Settling beside me with his thigh touching mine, Lawrence tilts the bowl toward me.
I lean over and kiss his cheek in appreciation. "Thank you."
He hums, digging in.
We eat from the bowl while continuing the show.
It's such a nice, intimate moment. I'd have never thought I could experience such with him.
After we finish the ice cream and are done with the first episode, I reach for my bag, pulling out my laptop.
The second I open my email, the screen freezes again.
God fucking damn it.
I smack the side of it lightly. "Come on, Suzy, don't do this to me tonight."
Lawrence glances over curiously. "Hey. No abusing hardware on my watch. What's it doing?"
"This stupid thing lags every time I try to load Outlook or my mail. I have to wait forever or restart…"
"Hand it over, Miss." He takes it from my lap without asking.
I watch him work, his fingers running across the keys.
A minute later, he hands it back.
"There. Fixed."
I open the app again, and everything loads instantly. "What did you even do?" I ask happily.
"Minor registry conflict and a background process hogging memory. Nothing dramatic."
I stare at him, then at the screen, then back at him. "Sometimes I forget you're an actual tech genius."
He gives me an offended look. "I'll try not to take that personally."
I laugh, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. "Thank you."
"I'm replacing this dinosaur, by the way," he says, referring to my laptop. "You need something that doesn't fight you."
I hold it to my chest dramatically. "No. This is Suzy. We've been through two jobs and one breakup. She stays."
Lawrence's eyes glint with pure amusement. "You just physically assaulted her thirty seconds ago. If that's how you treat things you're attached to, I'm starting to worry about my safety."
I set the laptop down and crawl into his lap, straddling him. "Who says I'm attached to you, Mr Moore?"
His hands rest on my hips. "Everything about you, baby." His voice drops. "The way you look at me like you'd burn the whole world down if need be."
I gasp. "Excuse me. I wouldn't even burn my old sneakers for you."
He grins. "Is that so?"
"Mhm." I lean in and kiss the tip of his nose. "Who would've thought the terrifying Mr Moore could be this sweet with me?"
His eyes narrow behind the glasses. "Never call me that when we're alone"
"Oops," I purr. "That won't happen again…" My voice dips to something seductive. "Lawrence."
He hardens underneath me in seconds.
I glance down at the obvious bulge, then slowly pull my gaze back up to his face.
The blush on his cheeks deepens, but it's not embarrassment. It's hunger. Pure, barely-contained hunger.
I rock my hips slowly to tease him, and his hands clamp down on my waist.
"Scarlett," he warns in a rough voice.
"What?" I whisper, rolling again, harder against him.
It pulls a low groan from his throat.
"You said you've imagined me in this position—on top of you," I say seductively.
His fingers dig into my hips. "I did."
Leaning forward till my lips graze his ear, I whisper, "Then let me ride you until the only thing in your head is my name."
His breathing is just as hard as his dick is, like he's fighting every instinct to flip me over and take control.
His hands go under my skirt, pushing it up around my hips impatiently.
I'm bare underneath, still slick and sensitive from his mouth minutes ago.
Lawrence's hot palms grip my bare ass, pulling me harder against him.
I moan, grinding faster before I reach down between us, pulling at the waistband of his sweatpants.
"Get this off," I demand.
He lifts his hips for me to push them down, and immediately, his length springs free from its confines.
I wrap my hand around him, watching the helpless, needy expression on his face.
We both groan when I sink slowly on it. I pause there for a brief moment to adjust to his fullness and his heat… the sexy way he's twitching inside me.
Both of us are breathing hard.
"Oh my god, Scarlett," his voice is raspy.
I start to move, rocking against him, moaning as my clit deliciously rubs against his skin.
His head falls back against the couch, his throat working hard as a low curse slips out.
"Like that?" I ask softly, picking up the pace.
"Fuck, yes," he rasps. "Like that, baby…like that,"
My nails dig into his shoulders as I ride him harder, perched on my toes and slamming down on him.
I'm taking him deep, and the more I do so, the more it hits my G-spot.
Lawrence is losing it, his hands gripping my ass, helping me move faster, bruising my hips in the process.
"Fuck, Scarlett… ugh…"
I love when he's vocal. That shit turns me on more than anything—hearing he's enjoying this just as much as I am.
"I'm gonna…," his green eyes are hooded through the glasses. "I'm gonna…come,"
"Do it," I whisper, sweating as I slam down on him hard again and again.
It doesn't take long for him to come, grabbing my waist and burying his head into my chest as he spills inside me.
I follow shortly after, contracting around his dick in serious spasms.
Lawrence pulls back to stare into my eyes, his hand around my neck.
"You're fucking mine, Scarlett," he rasps. "Say it"
"I'm yours."
For what seems to be the longest of moments, he studies me, almost as if he's committing the words to memory.
And somehow, saying them changes everything.
Those green eyes burn into mine, then his mouth curves into the faintest smile.