Layers Peeled by Lacey Silks Page A

the hole his fingers played with.
    The marble
counter was no longer cold against my skin. Tristan spread my ass,
licking from my slit down along my crack. His finger massaged the
rim of my tight hole, while his tongue drew back and forth. I
turned my head to the side. My breath collected on the marble
surface as I felt myself drip with pleasure when one of his
fingers, which felt like the thickness of a baseball bat, entered
me from behind.
    My ass tensed.
The entry zapped a pleasing pain through my body, resting on the
heated nub he’d been nurturing.
    “It’s just the
tip of my pinkie, Allie. I won’t go any deeper today.”
    And as my
muscles relaxed, feeling him inside me there, so snug and tight,
was more arousing than I expected. His mouth returned to my clit,
and the awareness of Tristan at my front and in my back surged
through me in aches and tingles all combined into a feeling I knew
I couldn’t contain for long. And for some reason my greedy ass,
wanting him a bit deeper, lowered onto his pinkie, and that
beautiful pain zapped from under me to my front once again. With my
knees falling apart each time my ass tightened around his digit, my
hips pressed up into his mouth as he sucked that tender nub. The
flicking of his tongue drew out those tight knots, and my fists
clenched then opened as it neared so quickly and I couldn’t hold on
any longer.
    But Tristan
removed his finger and pulled away his mouth, denying me a release.
He lifted his head from between my legs.
    “Now, what was
it that you wanted when I came to the kitchen?” he asked
casually.
    Damn you,
Tristan Cross! The painful throb pulsed through me with agony.
My body trembled, my hips pushing up, begging him to finish me
off.
    “Tristan,
please. Don’t stop.”
    “I promise to
continue as soon as you tell me the truth.”
    How had he
turned the tables on me?
    “I need to
come, now.”
    He touched my
swollen nub with his finger, whispering, “The sooner you tell me,
the stronger it will be.”
    Concentrate, Allie, why did you seduce him? But remembering
the important things in a state of near-ecstasy was almost
impossible. That was like asking an irresponsible teenager to put a
condom on just before he spilled.
    Oh, God,
please help me remember. I promise to work harder to save
those girls.
    Work! That was
it!
    “I need to go
on a sting with Laura,” I gasped, giving in. No, it was my body
that gave in. There was no way anyone could be tortured like this
for too long. That blissful sensation had already begun to
dissipate, and I wanted it back.
    Tristan didn’t
scold me or lecture me that it would be too dangerous. Instead his
head disappeared from my view and he was once again between my
legs, bobbing up and down, his mouth closing on my clit, fingers
inside me, eating me away, within seconds reviving that joy I’d
almost felt. My legs locked around his head and I could not hold on
any longer. The orgasm exploded through me like a supernova. My
body shook like it had been zapped by a frenzied current. I felt
like I’d left this world and was floating through the universe,
breathless, limbless, with only one spot on my body pulsating
through space as I relished in the pleasure it gave me. Drugs. This
must be how you felt when you were high. The convulsions eased as I
slowly flew down to earth, until the last tremor left and I touched
ground, finding myself on the kitchen counter with Tristan lying at
my side, propped on his elbow, trailing his fingers around my
navel.
    When had he
lifted me higher? My full body spread on the island, resting. The
occasional jolt livened the goose bumps on my arms.
    “That was
unbelievable.” In all honesty, it was the most intense orgasm I’d
ever had.
    “It was my
pleasure, Ms. Green.”
    I sat up,
feeling my back peel off the counter. An oval of sweat collected on
the surface. Tristan was still hard, his cock poking my side.
    “That’s where
you’re wrong, Mr. Cross. The pleasure was all mine. How