Can I? Probably not. Am I going to?
Relaxing my throat, I tip my head until I’m able to take all of him. My body spasms, but I hold there until he moans my name again and pulls himself out.
“Damn, girl.” He helps me sit up so he can undress me, and when I lay back completely bare for him, I watch his eyes closely as he takes me in. I wait for him to finally realize that he knows the woman he’s hungrily staring at, but that recognition never clicks. “So beautiful. I’ve never been more tempted to go raw.”
I want it so bad I can taste it, but I know it’s not right. “Condoms aren’t so bad,” I offer, tiptoeing my fingers down my stomach and slowly rubbing my clit. “I bet I’ll still feel all of you.”
His breathing becomes ragged as he stares at my hand unblinkingly. “Show me how you like it, Alaina. Make that pussy nice and ready for me.”
He stands up to undress and grab a condom from his pocket, his gaze never wavering as I play with myself.
I’ve never felt so on display before, but I’m definitely used to becoming whoever people want me to be. And if Bash wants me to play his favorite little whore tonight, I can be that.
“I can’t get deep enough,” I pout. “Your fingers are longer, can you help?”
My hands dance back up to my breasts as I let my legs fall open, my pussy shining and begging for him as he kneels on the bed and reaches out to slide his fingertip through it. “This is all for me, right?” Two thick digits curl inside my cunt before I can respond. “Say it’s all for me.”
Oh, he’s possessive. My clit throbs as I nod. “All yours, Bash. All for you.”
That makes him smile. “I’m gonna eat your pussy now, baby girl. Do you have any objections to that?”
He’s asking for consent, eyes meeting mine as he waits, but I think he just killed me. My brain short-circuited, heart stopped. “You can do whatever you want to me, Bash.”
He flashes me a cocky grin a split second before he slides his tongue ring along my throbbing clit, and seeing his face between my legs is almost too much to handle. “God, you’re hot. Holy shit.” Gripping his hair, I lean back on my elbow to watch and grind my cunt against his mouth — the same mouth that sings the lyrics I love.
I can’t stop thinking about the fact that this is Sebastian Kincaid, and of all the women in the crowd, he wanted me. He choseme.
“Taste so damn good. Come on my tongue, Alaina.”
Those fingers work in perfect tandem with his tongue, dragging me closer and closer until I’m gasping and shaking with release. My thighs squeeze his head to keep him there, but it’s unnecessary. Bash has no intention of stopping.
Another orgasm sneaks up on me and leaves me boneless and pliant, fingers loose in his hair as my legs relax and I let out a sated little laugh. “Should’ve known you’d be a giver.”
“Yeah?” He spits onto my cunt and leans back onto his knees to slide the condom on, never once breaking my gaze. Not even when he leans in to plant a quick kiss to the birth mark on my hip. “I love how much your legs are shaking for me. Your body is so responsive it’s begging for my cock now.”
I’m begging for a lot of things, but something tells me it’s too late to tell him tonight. That wouldn’t end well.
Sitting up, I gently grip his throat and pull him into another kiss, the metal ball making me whimper, but that’s nothing compared to what my body does when the head of his cock teases my pussy.
“You want it?” He bites my bottom lip. “Say it.”
He probably hears this a thousand times, women begging and dying to have it. I’m unfortunately no different, but jealousy creeps in in ways I didn’t expect. “I want to make you feel good, Bash,” Iwhisper, rocking forward so his cock slips between my thighs. “Let me.”
Pushing him back onto the bed, I straddle his waist and lift up to line him up. His eyes look like they’re on fire as I slide down, taking him deeper and deeper until he’s got nothing left to give.
I’m so full it’s hard to breathe, but every movement feels so good I’d happily suffocate.
“Alaina,” he moans, fingers curling to grip my hips as he rolls up into me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, beautiful.”
Especially when he sounds like that.
Moving quicker, I let my long hair fall behind me as my palms splay across his chest, and if there’s one thing my trauma has given me, it’s the ability to ride a cock. I’ve always had to take care of myself and sex is no different — up here, I can use him as I please, move the way I want to, make sure I stay in control. I cantake.
“Goddamn.”
I feel powerful up here watching him fall apart. I’m staring down at the rock god that had thousands of women screaming earlier, and it’s me who has his jaw slack and eyes wild.
A shiver travels up my spine when he swipes his thumb over the birth mark he kissed, the act making me feel seen, and admired, almost worshiped.
