His thumb brushes over my swollen bottom lip. He tugs me up on the bed with him, crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss is desperate, tasting himself on my tongue like he’s starving for it. He pulls me flush against his chest, arms locking around me like steel bands. His heart hammers against my own. The way his body shakes mildly with residual pleasure is proof of how thoroughly I unraveled him. The knowledge makes me feel powerful.
“Should’ve known,” he murmurs when he breaks for air, forehead resting against mine, “you’d be fuckin’ lethal at that too.” His hands slide down to grip my hips again, pulling me deeper between his legs.
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be,” I admit, wiping my thumb across my lips.
I am actually surprised at how incredibly hot I found that. Every time I’ve given head in the past it felt like a chore, an obligation to keep whoever I was with happy. This wasn’t that. This was a fucking turn on. My own cheeks are flushed and my thighs rub together seeking friction.
He groans softly, eyes darkening as he watches me wipe his cum off my chin. His own hand reaching up to swipe across my bottom lip, getting what I missed in a way that borders on reverent.
“Not bad?” he questions, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You had me seein’ goddamn stars, Sunshine. That’s more than ‘not bad’.”
“I’ve never swallowed before,” I clarify hesitantly, insecurities trying to work their way through despite the very visible proof that he enjoyed it.
He stills for a fraction of a heartbeat before his eyes drop to my mouth again. His jaw is working like he’s wrestling with the information. “Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice now gravel deep. “Then I owe you.”
Before I can argue, he flips me onto my back. I squeal, my arms wrapping around his shoulders to steady myself. He leans down to tease the delicate skin of my throat, while his hands map familiar paths over my body, intending to make good on his debt.
He grins wolfishly, at the sound I make. His teeth dig in, leaving a faint mark before he soothes it with his tongue. He kisses lower, over my collarbone, between my breasts, down the plane of my stomach. He’s on his knees on the floor, kneeling like I did. He grabs hold of my hips and jerks me to the end of the bed, slotting my thighs over his shoulders.
He doesn’t waste any time, his mouth is on me with a purpose. His tongue is flat and broad as he drags it through my slick heat in one slow, filthy stroke. His hand moves to pinmy hips down when I jolt at the sensation, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Fuck,” he growls, taking a moment to nibble the inside of my thigh, “you taste better than I remember.”
His fingers move to spread me open, giving him better access. His tongue returns to my clit, flicking over it, once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth, making me see stars. My back arches off the bed and I cry out as he continues his onslaught. He slows; tasting, exploring, memorizing every sensitive spot.
“So damn responsive,” he praises.
My fingers find the softness of his hair, trying to find some way to anchor myself. He groans, the vibration sending another shockwave of pleasure through me. His tongue presses firm and flat against my clit, circling it before sucking it into his mouth again. My thighs quiver.
“That’s it,” he growls between strokes, “come on my mouth.”
His permission is all I need. I arch off the mattress as white hot pleasure crashes over me. Wave after wave, leaving me trembling under his relentless mouth. He doesn’t let up until the last throb runs through me, easing back with one final slow lick that makes my hips jerk. He rests his forehead against my inner thigh for a moment, before lifting his head. His chin is slick, eyes dark with satisfaction. He takes in my wrecked state with a smug grin.
“Now we’re even,” he says triumphantly, before crawling back up to claim another kiss, letting me taste myself on him this time.
I work to catch my breath. “I don’t know, I think I might owe you now.”
He snorts and kisses the corner of my mouth before rolling onto his side next to me. He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me while dragging a lazy hand down my chest. He circles my hardened nipple. “Keep thinkin’ like that,”he mutters, “and breakfast isn’t happenin’ til lunch.” His fingers tease, dipping lower until he’s between my thighs.
I shiver when he makes contact with my sensitive flesh. “Some people might say we both already had breakfast,” I breathe out, squirming under his touch.
“Some people aren’t wrong.” He laughs, a low and rough sound that rumbles through his chest. “But I’m not done yet.”
His fingers continue their lazy light circle. He leans over me and nips at my neck. Making his way down my chest, he elicits a gasp from me when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the tight bud before pushing his fingers inside me with a soft twist. I arch in surprise. The intrusion wrings a moan from my lips. The asshole grins against my breast like he won the lottery. His touch is gentle as he pumps his fingers. He makes sure I’m not too sensitive before lazily running his thumb over my clit, building me back up slowly.
“If I had my way, I’d keep you right here all day. Let you ride my mouth, my fingers, my cock. Take you how I want you, till you’re too damn tired to move.”
He watches me shiver with half-lidded eyes. He leans down to kiss me again. I feel the sting of teeth against my lower lip before he pulls back again.
“But since we’ve got shit to do,” he grumbles, “guess I’ll have to settle for one more round.”
He grinds against my hip in a deliberate tease. I suck in a breath at the proof that he’s hard again.
“Come here.” He rolls me on top of him.
His hands move down to grip my hips, guiding me until I’m straddling his waist. He is hard and hot against my ass.
He opens the nightstand, pulling out a foil square and tearing it open with his teeth. The muscles flex in his bicep as he rolls it down. His hands return to my hips.
