“Such a good boy,” I breathe, untangling my fingers from his hair as I grasp his face in my hands, leaning down until our lips barely graze. “I love the way you listen so well to me.”
“I’d do anything you tell me to.”
I raise a brow. “Would you?”
He nods instantly, desperately.
Sparing a glance over my shoulder, my eyes fall on the small chair in the corner of our hotel room by the closed curtains. An idea flashes in my head, and I have to keep from nearly giggling in excitement as I twist my head back to look down at him.
“Anything?” I ask, biting down on my lip.
“Yes,” he whispers up at me.
Backing away from him, his hands fall from my legs into his lap as he watches me like a lost puppy. I shimmy out of my pajama pants, kicking them away and discarding my long-sleeved shirt until I’m standing in just my black panties. Tate’s posture straightens as his dark eyes rake down my body, his hands rubbing on his sweats as he licks his lips.
My eyes don’t leave him as I lower myself down into the chair, leaning back and letting my legs fall apart, giving him a glimpse of the dampness that’s formed between them.
“I want you to stand up and take off your clothes,” I tell him steadily. “Then I want you to get on your knees, Clark, and crawl to me.”
I have to keep from moaning at the sight of him standing up so fast he sways to catch his balance, pulling his hoodie over his head, whisking off his glasses, and quickly working at shoving his sweats down past his massive thighs until they’re being kicked somewhere with the rest of our clothes.
His chest is heaving as he gets down on his knees, looking like a giant teddy bear as he watches me with hunger in his eyes. Lowering himself to his hands, there’s not an ounce of fear or doubt behind his gaze as he starts to crawl toward me.
One may think it would be an emasculating sight, but I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.
His burly shoulders flex with his movements toward me, his back muscles rippling in the glow of the TV, and suddenly, I think I’m wholly obsessed with him. As he gets closer, I extendmy foot out to stop him, pressing it to his warm chest and feeling his groan rumble through him.
“What do you want, baby?” I pant, not even realizing I’m out of breath until now, just by witnessing that.
“I wanna taste you,” he rushes out.
“Yeah?”
He nods, pushing his weight against my foot impatiently as he looks up at me, his mouth parted slightly as he pants, too.
“Stay,” I instruct weakly, before pulling my knees to my chest and pulling my panties down my hips slowly, until I can slide them down my calves, tossing them to the side.
Tate moans at the sight of my pussy on display for him.
“Come,” I order softly, keeping my legs pulled up as I beckon him closer with my hands, unable to hold in my moans as he crawls the rest of the way over and his mouth connects with my clit without any hesitation. My fingers knot in his hair again as he laps at my soaking cunt, licking and sucking between groans, and I feel like I could come right here, after a mere five seconds.
Fuck.
His hands grip the backs of my thighs as he devours me, humming his approval into my pussy with each flick of his tongue. The tip of his large nose brushes just the right spot, and I tug his head down further like there’s any extra space between us at all, eager to chase the orgasm that’s building in my core. My legs start to shake slightly as it intensifies, and I hold my breath unsteadily as I wait for it to wash over me.
“Right…there,” I pant out. “Shit. Fuck, don’t s-stop.”
My hips jerk against his mouth as he sucks on my clit, and there’s no way he can breathe like this, but he doesn’t let up. It’s like he’s drowning in it, and something about that turns me on so much that I’m coming in no time.
The friction of his mouth on me has me falling apart at the seams, my orgasm ripping through me like wildfire, and I moan out his name like a prayer.
I ride his face through my orgasm, and he doesn’t let up, not even a little bit, not until my body sags in the chair as I pant heavily, trying to catch my breath. When my tired eyes peek open, I see him staring up at me, his mouth and nose glistening inmewith the widest smile I’ve ever seen. His dark eyes are lit up, like I’m his prize.
“How was that?” he rasps cheekily.
With a snort, I shove his shoulder. “Shut up.”
Tate presses his face into my thigh, pressing a chaste kiss there before he laughs. “Tell me, Mae. Tell me how it was.”
