Free Turn It Up by Vivian Arend Page A

used to guys going down on me before I’ve given them head and promised them the moon.”
    A jealous pang raced through him. “Assholes. I’m the only one who gets to touch you, ever again. And I want to touch you everywhere.”
    The naked hunger in her eyes combined with the naked skin before him was enough of an answer, but she said it anyway. “Feel free.”
    He licked her slowly, scooping the taste of her onto his tongue before taking a swirl around her clit. Teasing the sensitive point, loving the moans that rose as he learned what pleased her.
    The phone rang, and he ignored it. That’s what answering machines were for. He delved in deeper, opening her with one hand, pulling her curls aside to let him continue to tease with his tongue. Long slow strokes, one after another, until her hips shook and he had to pin her down with his free arm.
    Goddamn, he wanted to strip off his jeans and release his erection. Let her wrap her lips around him and see his shaft entering her mouth, her sex. Her ass—he wanted every inch of her to be marked by his touch. More than once. Maybe more than once tonight even.
    He slipped a finger into her, relishing the wet heat surrounding him.
    “Oh, yeah.”
    He chuckled. “ Oh yeah to which? This?” He added another finger, pumping them lazily in and out, circling her labia, then pressing in deep. He stroked the front of her passage, hoping to find the places that would drive her mad as he listened carefully for her response.
    “This?” He covered her with his mouth again, sucking her clit. He pulled the nub between his teeth and nibbled lightly. “You tell me what you like and I’m game to try.”
    “ Jesus . How can you talk while you’re fooling around?”
    He lapped harder for a moment and her body tightened. He eased off as he felt the first flutters of her core around his fingers. “I like talking when I’m fooling around. I like to tell you the dirty things I want to do to you. You make me hot.”
    Tasha growled at him. “Bastard. I was so close.”
    “I know, but you’ll get there again. And again. And again.” He attacked, suckling her clit, finger-fucking her hard, and this time he didn’t stop. He carried on until she shook under his touch, crying out her pleasure. Her hips rocked beneath him but he refused to slow down, driving her back up again with his mouth and fingers. This time he drew some of the moisture from her core down between her legs to the star hidden between her cheeks.
    He pressed his tongue deep into her sex while he played with her ass and her cries of delight continued. She dragged her fingers through his hair, her knees pulled high and wide to allow him access. He was in heaven, and they’d only begun.
    His phone rang again.
    A second later, so did his cell phone. His sister’s ring tone shrilled out.
    He ignored them both, slipping his finger past the tight muscle of her ass as he slid his thumb into her sex. She squeezed around him and he pinched lightly, to make her squirm.
    “Max.”
    He licked his way up her body as he returned to her breasts. Blood rushed through him, the need to touch her everywhere and the need to back off for long enough to strip down warring together.
    The phones rang again. Tasha cupped his face, forcing him to look up at her. “Max, you’ve got to answer that.”
    “Screw the phones.”
    She laughed. “I can’t screw anything with them ringing.”
    He reluctantly pulled away, staring at her naked body with longing. “Somebody better be dead.”
    “Max!” Tasha slapped his chest and crawled backward on the bed.
    It was painful to sit up and move away. Behind him, Tasha reached to the floor for the abandoned sheets and as he clicked on his cell phone he was sad to see her cover herself.
    His sister responded immediately. “Junior, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt, but when I called Mom and Dad, they assumed you’d come and get me. You said your date was still hush-hush so I couldn’t tell