“Doing what?”
“Biting your lip.”
“Like this?” I teased, sucking my lip in and letting my teeth slowly scrape over it.
His hand clamped around my neck and he drove me back into the wall, my back pressed against it, and he stared at me.
“If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working. It’s only turning me on more.”
He let out a low, dark chuckle. The sound sent a wave of pleasure straight to my core. “I know.” He took my mouth in his, forcing his tongue in.
I whimpered out a moan as my knees gave the slightest buckle. He kissed so good. It was like… like I was riding a unicorn through the clouds. I know that doesn’t make sense, especially since he was nothing like a unicorn and the passion, the lust, behind the kiss was nothing like gently floating on a cloud, but damn, it was heaven.
My hands fumbled with the buttons on his pants. It had been so long since I’d had to undress a man in the heat of passion, I felt like a complete novice. I felt him smile under our kiss and his hands made quick work of the buttons and I sank to the floor, sliding his pants down with me. I grabbed his cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers tightly around the base and pumped it a few times into its full erection. I looked up at him, his eyes watching me as I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock, waiting for him to stop me. To tell me this wasn’t a good idea.
I counted to three in my head, because that’s all I was giving him. I sucked him in hard and fast, without finesse. He drew in a deep breath as his muscles tensed and he pressed against the wall to hold himself up. Hearing his moans was like adding fuel to the fire. I ran my tongue down his cock and back up again, coating it in my saliva. I rolled my tongue around his head, licking the precum off, before sucking it back in again. He blew out a breath that shook in his chest. I pumped my hand up his cock as I pulled off and then thrust it back in again, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
His hands tangled in my hair, holding me there as his hips moved. “I don’t know if you can handle me trouble.”
I looked up at him with my cheeks hollowed out around his dick.
“But goddamn, you suck cock so good.” He thrust in fast, his cock hitting the back of my throat, causing my breath to catch and my eyes to water. He was rough, rougher than anyone I’d ever been with, but I liked it. The raw power of it all. I got a glimpse on Valentine’s, but I could tell he was restraining himself.
I felt my gag reflex fighting me, but I closed my eyes. One to hold back the tears and two to relax my mind and my jaw. I wanted to take him all in, show him I was good enough. I sucked harder, almost begging for each thrust. My hand rested at the base of his cock, no longer able to keep up with the momentum of his thrusts.
I felt my saliva leaking down my chin as he pumped faster and faster, lost in the haze of it all. I wanted all of him. I wanted to taste him. I squeezed the base of his cock, rotating my hand in small twists.
I felt him raise on his tip toes once and his hands fell from my hair. “Fuck, Everlee.” His hands pressed to the wall as he relinquished control in those last seconds. I knew he was getting close. I pumped two more times and felt the warm shot explode in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed down as fast as I could while continuing to pump, getting every drop out.
He lifted me from the ground and wiped his thumb across my chin and kissed my swollen lips, his tongue swirling in my mouth. He pulled out and looked at me. “My turn.” A wicked grin flashed across his face. He ripped open my shirt, the seventeen buttons flying in every direction. I mourned the loss of one of my favorite shirts only for a second. It was new, and it made my boobs look great, but damn. Seventeen buttons? Hashtag poor planning.
He slid the bra off my shoulders, unhooking it in under a second, and took my breast in his mouth. I was eager to feel his tongue ravage it. It was a risky move given his aggression because I could lose a nipple, but I’m pretty sure it’d be worth it.
He grabbed me off the wall and tossed me on the bed like a rag doll. I moved to scoot to the center, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me back to the edge. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I knew it wasn’t a question that needed an answer. I was in his control and my goodness.
He unbuttoned and yanked my pants off, tossing them behind him. I heard the rattle of bottles shaking and presumed they landed somewhere on my dresser. He delicately pulled my underwear down, a stark contrast to his other movements as his eyes raked over my body. It wasn’t often I was completely naked in the daylight in front of a man. Well, it wasn’t before a couple of days ago, but even now, I didn’t feel shy.
I felt… alive. Confident. It was intoxicating.
“I want you to finger fuck yourself. Show me how you do it when you’re by yourself.”
I studied him for a second and then slowly slid my hand down to my throbbing clit. Shit. I was soaking wet. I rubbed a few circles over my nub before slipping two fingers in. My back arched off the bed as my hips rotated up.
His eyes were watching me intently. “Keep going. Faster. I want to watch you come.”
I bit my bottom lip and pressed my fingers in faster, while my other hand grabbed my breast, pinching my pebbled nipple between my fingers.
“Keep going.” He commanded as he walked away from the bed to my boyfriends.
He grabbed two, a thinner bright pink one with a string on one end and the green monster cock. The pink one was a gift with purchase that I’d yet to use, though the thought had crossed my mind more recently.
“Which one should I use?” He held them up.
I shook my head, unable to decide, unable to focus. The wave was building. I have never masturbated in front of someone before and I thought I would feel different about it, but I didn’t. I spread my legs wider for him, as I pumped my fingers in faster, my palm pressing on the outside of my clit while my fingers curled on the inside.
“Good girl. I can see it.”
