I’m writhing by the time Cannon releases my nipple and lowers me over his erection. It’s hard to form coherent thoughts.
“Rub your clit against my cock, angel,” he demands. “Take what you need.”
Before I have a chance to respond, he splays a hand on my back and crushes his lips to mine.
For a minute, I’m so consumed by the kiss that I can’t focus on anything else, but then Cannon shifts his hips, rocking his shaft against my pussy. His cock. Such crude and delicious words I’m incorporating.
I grind against him, gasping when a zing of pleasure races up my spine. I’m overwhelmed with all the sensations. Trembling as the need grows. When I can’t continue to return the kiss, I pull back, panting.
Cannon smiles at me. His hands slide around to hold me under my arms, his thumbs stroking my nipples. “That’s a good girl. Focus on your clit. Press as hard as you need to. You’re so hot, I can feel it through my jeans. So fucking wet, you’re soaking the denim.”
A strange pressure is building. I can’t contain it, and I don’t want to. My eyes roll back as I go into my head. I picture Cannon dragging his beard between my legs, kissing me there. It’s so filthy and naughty. I don’t even know if that’s something he would want to do. But for some reason, it’s suddenly my fantasy. I want to feel his beard scratching my inner thighs. I want to ache from him rubbing my sensitive skin.
Cannon eases his hands around until he’s cupping my breasts, and then he pinches my nipples. Not hard. Just enough to make me cry out. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time.
I want things I never imagined. I want them from him. “Harder,” I beg.
He gives my nipples a tug.
“Twist them. Oh…God…”
He does as I ask, twisting and pinching while I rock against him. I close my eyes. In my mind, his face is between my legs. His beard is tickling my inner thighs. His mouth is on my clit.
Suddenly, I’m catapulted out of my body. It’s like all my cells fly apart to scatter around the room. My pussy seizes for a moment and then pulses as waves of pleasure wash through me.
Holy fuck. I think I just came. I had an orgasm. I’m still grinding against him to drag it out, though he has stopped pinching my nipples.
When the euphoria subsides, I slump against him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I can’t catch my breath, and I’m too embarrassed to look at him. The bold version of me who begged him to pinch harder and twist my nipples has fled. She’s left me feeling uneasy and self-conscious.
Cannon runs his hands through my hair and kisses the side of my head. “Fuck, Eloise. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You’re the sexiest creature on Earth.”
I am? I’ve never thought of myself as sexy. I know I’m pretty. It’s written on everyone’s face. But sexy? That’s different.
“Feel free to grind your hot little pussy against my cock anytime you want, angel.”
My face heats. He hasn’t in any way insinuated there was anything odd about my behavior or my reactions. In fact, he seems very pleased. Maybe I have no reason to be embarrassed at all.
“Look at me, Little one.” He gives my hair a slight tug.
I finally lift my face to meet his gaze.
“You okay?” He searches my face.
“I think so,” I mumble. His hard cock is still lodged against me. He didn’t get the release I got. “Don’t you need to… I mean, I think traditionally it’s customary for the man to put his cock inside the woman so he can come, too,” I say in a voice I don’t recognize.
He chuckles. “Sassy girl.”
I lift a brow, finding my spine again.
“So bold and inquisitive. I love that about you. But to be clear, you will come far more times a day than I will, Little one. I could probably come often at first because you make me that fucking horny. But in the long run, I’ll never be able to keep up with you, orgasm for orgasm. Plus, it will give me pleasure making you come all over the apartment when you least expect it.”
My face heats yet again. He can’t be serious. But he is. He’s smiling, but he’s not laughing.
I find myself glancing around before realizing my mind has wandered at his words.
Cannon laughs. “Already plotting where I might spread you open so I can suck your clit?”
I gasp and jerk my gaze back to his. He just…read my mind.
