Heat enveloped my back—a scorching, boiling heat that took over any thought I had. I groaned as Price lowered his weight onto me. He was bare now, his shirt lost in the same pile as my clothes.
My cheek pressed against the mattress as I lay flat on my stomach, my legs spread slightly to give Price a view of what was his to take. The cuts on my thigh stung a bit against the contact of the bedsheets, but I couldn’t pay attention to them as Price began to kiss the back of my neck.
As hot as his skin, his lips trailed molten lava. The only relief was the small laps he’d give me with his tongue as he went. I could feel him everywhere. His hands were rubbing up and down my sides, his mouth following down to the space between my shoulder blades before trailing back to my neck, moving closer to my ear.
I shivered as he spoke, the deep, husky rumble of his voice lulling me further into euphoria, though he hadn’t even touched between my legs yet. “You did so good for me, Pretty Boy. So patient, taking your time to tease me.” Teeth scraped along my skin. “Look at you, sprawled out for me to do what I want with you. You know I’m not going to rush it, don’t you?”
What else could I do but whimper and nod? Everything was on fire. He was burning me from the inside out, every nerve reacting to him like a reflex. My hips jutted forward, begging for friction against the bed. I could hardly move, Price’s weight holding me where he wanted me. I didn’t feel caged. I didn’t feel stuck. I felt cared for and fucking elated as he kept teasing my body.
Price kissed my shoulder, his hands sliding down to my waist, resting there. “That’s right. I’m going to take my sweet fucking time worshipping your body like it deserves. But you like that, don’t you, Pretty Boy?”
“Yes,” I hissed as the barest hint of teeth raked against my back. Price’s beard was coarse against me, the hair tickling its way down the path he created.
“Hands and knees, ass in the air,” he ordered.
I obeyed the moment his weight left me. I kept my face hidden in the safety of the mattress, where I could pretend I wasn’t losing control.My grip on reality was gone, nowhere to be found for the indefinite future.
Scathing hot palms rested on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them back together over and over. The sudden change in temperature made goosebumps rise over my skin, flooding me from the base of my spine. Price groaned from behind me, no doubt enjoying the view.
“Such a beautiful fucking hole. All for me, isn’t it?” The pad of his thumb pressed against my pucker. It didn’t move, just putting pressure against me.
I fought the impulse to move. To squirm until he pushed it inside of me, raw and dry. Old habits died hard, I guessed. My body reacted, waiting for the sting, though I knew I didn’t want it. I wanted Price to be gentle. I wanted him to ruin me from the inside out, taking his time to undo me inch by fucking inch.
Keeping my stance, I lost myself in Price’s words. “Yes,” I whispered. Could he hear me? The desperation in my voice. The neediness of it all.
The bed creaked beneath me. An odd, unfamiliar sound of a body other than mine situating himself. “All mine to taste. All mine to enjoy. All mine to ravage.”
I gasped as the first stripe of his tongue met my hole. A long, leisurely swipe that ended with the gentlest of pokes against my rim. My breath caught in my chest, forcing an exhale closer to a cry.
My body didn’t know how to react. In all my years as a sex worker, no one had ever touched me like this. None of them cared about my pleasure, no matter how often they claimed it. But Price wasn’t a client. He wasn’t even a friend. He was so much more, and I vowed to myself, right then and there, as Price’s licks got more and more exuberant, that I’d neverevertake him for granted again.
A flattened tongue smoothed around my rim as if Price was trying to invade it. Like he was trying to push it aside and devour me whole. I could feel myself clenching involuntarily, my hole desperately trying to trap him to me. His hands were on my cheeks, spreading them wide as he lapped and prodded at my softening pucker, throaty moans echoing from both of us.
Hopefully, Willow had noise cancellation headphones on because we were no longer trying to be quiet.
I was lost, unsure of what was up or down as I began to writhe on Price’s face. He flattened his tongue, licking a tantalizing trail from my taint to my hole. He sucked the skin there, gently at first. Then harder. I could feel the tip of his adorably long canines.
I practically lurched forward when the tip of his tongue hardened, finding its way past the first part of resistance. My moan was muffled by the bedsheets. I could feel myself dripping precum on the sheets. I was dribbling. Wet. My cock was throbbing as Price’s hands instinctively found my hips, holding me in place as I began to ride him.
Sensitive. Too sensitive. Too much. I was a live wire, reacting to everything. The tip of his fingertips was too much on my skin, forcing my back to arch as I cried out.
That only forced him to go deeper, pushing my hole right into Price as he brought his tongue back into me, thrusting it like he would a finger. I could hear myself panting, pathetic begging words that would put anyone to shame if they were the ones to say them.
“Please. Price,please.” What the hell was I even begging for? Anything. Everything. I was saying what my cock was desperate for.
Fuck, I needed to come. The tip of Price’s nose was deep in my crack, his harsh breaths rushing against me. I could feel him pull back slightly, then a fingertip was added to the mix. He ran it along my rim, testing my resistance before slowly pushing it in.
Deeper. Deeper. All the way to the second knuckle, swirling around until he found what he was looking for. I yelled—or maybe I squeaked—from the first contact. His tongue never stopped, licking everywhere his finger wasn’t. I clenched my eyes shut so hard I began to see colors.
Arctic blue and serene orange. They danced together, creating a masterpiece before me. A second finger nudged inside of me, scissoring me apart further. Price made it excruciating. I was jelly, my limbs shaking as I tried to put pressure on my cock against the mattress. Everything beneath me was wet, soaked with my arousal.
Tears cooled as they spilled down my cheeks. I was gone. Utterly fucking gone. Nothing mattered except for Price and the way he was abusing my prostate, his pace picking up each time my moans took on a higher octave.
Ice was dripping, melting down to my bones. It was too much. If I held back anymore, I’d go insane. I was sure of it.
“Please, I need to come. Please!” My voice was so hoarse. From the deepthroating, or my screaming, I wasn’t sure.
Price kissed my lower back. Soft, reverent hints of care as he fingered my ass. He paused long enough to curl his free hand underneath me, wrapping his fingers around the base of my cock. “I’ve got you, baby. Scream my name and I’ll get you there.”
