Holland’s eyes darken as he leans down, hovering over my clit. Without warning, his tongue darts out and he begins to ravage me. He groans, his tongue delving deeper, his lips pressing against me, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me open.
I moan, probably louder than I should, my hands tangling in his blonde hair, my body arching off the bed as he eats me out, his tongue relentless in its pursuit of my pleasure.
“Holland,”I gasp, my voice a breathy whisper.“Oh God, yes.”
He smiles against me, his tongue never stopping its rhythmic motion.
With a final, lingering lick, he pulls away, his body hovering over mine. Fuck, why did he stop? I was so close. If he’d kept going for another few seconds, I would have cum.
My eyes lock on his, his expression hungry, and my body trembles with anticipation and a bit of disappointment at the fact that he just stopped. But then he says, “Ready?”
Ready for what? For him to continue? To-
Holland lines himself up at my entrance, and every thought flies out the window. Oh shit. He’s so freaking big and I’m so ready to feel him inside me.
Nodding slowly, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, I reply.
“Fuck me, Holland. Please.”
“Shit, Barkley. I never thought I’d hear you say those words,” he chuckles softly, shaking his head. Rolling my eyes, I nudge his arm.
“I never thought I’d say them. Now do something before I come to my senses and change my mind,” I tell him. I don’t think I could change my mind even if I wanted to. With him naked on top of me, the way he’s looking at me, the way he smells like vanilla and bourbon, I don’t think I’m capable of stopping what’s about to happen.
“Wait, fuck,” he groans, and I want to cry because the need I’m feeling right now is painful.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, a bit concerned that he’s about to change his mind and tell me he can’t do this.
Holland looks down at me, his expression disappointed. No, no, no. Do not do this to me now.
“I don’t have a condom,” he tells me. Oh, thank God, that’s all it is.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” I assure him, hoping he’ll take that and continue.
He lets out a sigh of relief before his eyes search mine.
“Thank god, because I’ve been wanting to do this for a long fucking time.”
With a swift motion, his tip presses against me, teasing, tormenting. I almost groan with impatience as my body tenses with anticipation.
“Holland,”I warn, trying my best not to sound so needy and desperate.
With a small chuckle, Holland thrusts forward, his cock sinking into me. He groans with pleasure and his head falls back. Holy shit. Oh my god, he feels so good.
He pulls back, then thrusts forward again, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
An involuntary moan leaves me at the way he called me baby and it didn’t repulse me. I’ve been called baby before during sex, but every time it made me cringe. But coming from Holland, I think I just got ten times wetter.
My body begins moving with his, my hands gripping his back, my nails digging into his skin. The room is filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together, the wetness of our bodies, and our ragged breaths and soft moans.
Holland quickens his pace, his body driving into mine with a ferocity that I would have never imagined from him. He’s like a completely different person and I think I’m loving it.
He normally gives me golden retriever vibes, but right now? I’m feeling the complete opposite. It’s like he’s starved, and he knows exactly what he wants and it’s me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back, I meet his thrusts with equal fervor. The bed creaks beneath us, and the headboard bangs against the wall, but I at this moment, I don’t care if the whole world hears us.
“Holland,”I gasp when the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm begins to take over my body. “I’m close.”
