That’s my only warning. He grabs my ass in both hands, jerking me toward him. My upper body flies forwards, and I catch myself with both hands on the headboard. Just as I steady myself, Dillon’s mouth latches onto my clit, and I whimper.
Underneath me, he groans, pulsing his fingers into the flesh of my ass, grinding me against his face. The hair of his beard tickles the creases of my inner thighs, grazing against my skin.
I lift up onto my knees, sure I’m suffocating him. His eyes fly open, staring straight up into mine as he yanks me back down. I try to look at him, but all I can see are the rolling hills and valleys of my body, imagining what he’s seeing lookingup. Dillon flattens his tongue, rubbing it against my clit in circles, and suddenly, I’m not thinking of anything but him. One of his hands creeps lower, his fingertips sliding down my crease and through my slick folds.
My mind goes hazy as pleasure builds, every rational thought leaving me. I’m no longer thinking about what I look like as I rock my hips against his face,fucking his mouth, until the muscles in my belly coil tightly. My thighs tremble, my fingers dig into the hardwood, and my skin is damp with perspiration.
“That’s it,” Dillon murmurs, a rumbled vibrationagainst my sex that makes me writhe, pressing down against his face. “Give it to me.”
Everything dissipates under the ecstasy of his mouth as Dillon proves that, even with all the time between us, he hasn’t forgotten how to play my body perfectly. He slips a finger into me, pulling a needy whine from my chest.
Before the noise even has a chance to fade, a second finger slides in. He curls them both deep inside me, and I clench down as the orgasm crashes through me without warning, stealing my breath. It pulses through me in waves, my vision going dark at the edges. Before the pulsing pleasure has a chance to fade, the world spins around me.
All of a sudden, I’m on my back, and he’s hovering over me, his hips between my thighs and his cock spearing me, stretching me with his girth. He captures my cry with his mouth, swallowing down each of my sounds with lips that taste ofme. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine as he pulls his hips back and drives them forward, filling me to the core.
“Sorry,” Dillon mutters against my mouth. “I couldn’t—I needed—” His words are lost as I scrabble my hands against his back, digging my nails into his skin. I feel him everywhere as he goes to his knees, pulling my legs up around his hips, changing the angle as he forces himself deeper and deeper into my body.
I circle my hips, thrusting back against him, feeling his pelvic bone grinding against my swollen clit, making me shudder, everything still too sensitive. He plants a hand beside my head, holding his weight up, and the other goes searching for my breast, plucking at my tightened nipple.
“You’re gorgeous,” Dillon breathes, eyes bright with wonder as they bounce from my face to my chest to mystomach, finally landing on where his cock is splitting me open.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear, groaning. “Charlie, baby…” He trails off, nipping at my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. I shiver at the sensation, my inner walls clamping down on him, making his hips stutter, losing their rhythm.
“I need it fast, Angel. It’s been too long.”
“It’s okay,” I say breathlessly, tangling a hand in his hair, my heels digging into his ass with every thrust. “I want it. Take what you need.”
“It might be rough,” he grunts, swiveling his hips, rubbing against me. “I need to feel you. Need to know you’re mine.”
He covers me completely, his elbows digging into the bed on either side of my head. His forehead rolls against mine as he drops his hips down. I cry out at the way he’s stretching me, and he grits out, “That’s it, Angel. Get there. I need you to come again, okay? I need to feel it on my cock. Can you do that for me?” It’s a demand and a plea at the same time. He leans down, his lips sipping against mine, light and teasing. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, Charlie.”
Dillon’s body is damp with sweat, our skin sticking together. The heady smell of our arousal fills the air as he pounds his body into mine, driving me into the bed. I meet him thrust for thrust, feeling that tightening in my core.
“Oh, god,” I pant out, arching my back up. “I don’t—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” he counters fiercely. “You’re not hiding from me anymore, Angel. You’re gonna give me what’s mine.”
He reaches down between us, sliding his fingers against that sensitive bundle, swirling them aroundruthlessly. It’s too much, but I can’t get away. With the bed underneath me, and his body above me, there’s no choice but to go freefalling over the cliff.
My eyes slam shut as I arch out with a cry, clamping down around his throbbing cock. Dillon buries his face in my neck, sucking furiously on my skin. He thrusts once, twice, and then he grunts, driving his cock in one last time as his own release barrels through him. I can feel his cock jerking as he releases rope after rope of cum inside me, marking me from the inside out.
Dillon collapses on top of me, our chests heaving against each other, our breaths coming fast and shallow as we slowly drift down to earth. After a few moments, he rolls to the side, his softening cock slipping from me. It’s immediately followed by the slide of our combined release dripping from my entrance and down my body onto the bedspread.
He brushes a kiss against my temple. “You okay?”
Without lifting my lashes, I smile, lifting a hand and wiggling it from side to side. The move earns me a pinch on my ass, and then Dillon is lifting off the bed and heading into the bathroom.
When he comes back in, he has a damp cloth in his hands. He presses the warmed material between my legs, cleaning both our releases away, a downturn to his mouth.There’s a niggle of unease, muffled by the fact that he just pulled two serious orgasms from me.
“What’s wrong?”
He glances up, just a flash of his eyes, and then his head tilts down, hiding his expression. “I’m sorry.”
I huff out a sound of amusement. “For what? The orgasms? Fucking me senseless? Being you?”
Dillon shakes his head, his frown growing. “It’s beenover six months since we broke up. I shouldn’t have taken you bare.”
I pause, an icy chill fluttering through my chest. It hadn’t registered, even feeling the way his cum is dripping from me, but now, a ball of panic solidifies in my gut.
