“Oh well.” He shrugs, and for a moment I think he’s going to come back up here and kiss me; after all, he’s won now, but of course he doesn’t.
Des never does anything I think he’s going to do.
He buries his face in my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit, driving me crazy as he winds me high before shoving two fingers inside of me and playing me like an instrument.
I thrash, my back bowing off the bed, unable to keep my eyes on him as he holds me down with an arm barred over my waist and devours me like a man starved, leaving me struggling to breathe before my orgasm hits me like a truck.
“Fuck, the way your pussy grips me,” he growls, finally pulling off my clit with a little pop.
“The only thing sweeter is the way you taste.” I hear him lick his lips and crack an eye open to see him kneeling over me, his lips shining with my release, making my pussy pulse, which he of course doesn’t miss with his fingers still buried inside of me.
With a grunt, he pulls his fingers free, and I want to protest, but I’m too far gone to form a single word right now.
As quickly as he moved away, he’s back, an arm dropping to each side of my head, caging me in as his cock presses against me, making me squirm and needy despite just coming. Des doesn’t make me wait, though; just as impatient as I am, he presses forward with a choked curse, his head resting on mine as we both breathe for a moment.
His piercings always feel so intense, and my orgasm builds even before he’s moved his hips.
With a deep breath and a kiss to my cheek, he pulls back before snapping his hips forward and pulling back again, setting a punishing pace that steals the air from my lungs and makes my toes curl. I reach for him, digging my fingers into his hair as I lose myself in the feel of him.
It doesn’t take long, not after having come already, and with those damn barbells hitting every spot just right, before I’m falling over the cliff again, this time shouting his name. His hips pause for a moment, losing his rhythm, before he pushes up, gripping both of my hips, and fucks me until I see stars before following me over the edge.
I blink up at him through heavy lids, watching sweat drip down his heaving chest, unsure how we got here.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he heaves, dropping back down onto his hands so that we’re only inches apart.
“Like what?” I ask, cocking my head to the side in confusion.
“Like I’m some great prize you’re not worthy of.”
My mouth falls open, and my eyes go wide at his words. I wasn’t aware there was a face for that, but I can’t even argue with him because that’s exactly what I was feeling.
“If you want to make it out of this room today, you’d better knock that shit off right now, or I’ll gladly lock us in here all day. I’ll fuck you on every surface until you understand just how lucky I am to have you and make you come over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”
I’m not sure that’s exactly a threat.
I’m also not sure how that would prove I’m worthy of him, but I know better than to press my luck. In the same way, I know if I were gone all day without warning, Addy might be upset or worse, might come looking for me.
So I give in. “Okay, you win,” I tell him, raising my hands in surrender.
“Damn, I think this might be the first time I didn’t want to win.” He purses his lips before a smile pulls at them a moment before they’re once again pressed to mine.
I lose myself in his kiss, the same way I’d lost myself to his body. It’s so easy to lose myself to him, to all of them. I never thought the day would come that I’d be so comfortable with someone. Lord knows it never happened with Carter, even after years together, but now I have this feeling with not only Des but the rest of them as well.
“Up we go,” Des says, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to his chest as he climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom.
“Des.” I give him a pointed look, but he only chuckles as he moves into the shower and flips the water on.
“Don’t you use that mommy voice on me. I’m simply helping you clean up. I helped make the mess after all.” He doesn’t give me a second to protest, not that I would have anyway, beforemoving under the water, and I thank my lucky stars it heats quickly.
I guess we’ll just have to see if he can stick to that; something tells me it won’t last.
“I’m not understanding the issue, son. You think Kat is great, but you want nothing to do with her? Is that right?”
“Yes. No. Not really.” I rake a hand through my hair, messing it up completely, but right now I can’t be bothered to care. How is it this hard to explain?
“I do think she’s great. She’s wonderful with Addy and with the rest of you. She’s smart and kind and about a dozen other things that I could stand here and name, but I just can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” I groan in annoyance at his question, because that's really what it boils down to.
