Therapy also tells me not to take that too literally.
“My bedroom is down the hall on the right.”
His lips never leave my skin as he carries me there, and within a minute, we’re both naked on my bed with his mouth between my thighs. “Why do you smell so good?”
“I’m probably ovulating," I mumble, wishing I kept better track. “You have to pull out this time or let me swallow.”
His fingers dig into my ass as he swipes his tongue up my pussy with a groan. “Fuck, baby girl.” Watching him reach down to squeeze his cock does something to me. “I’ll come in your throat, but your cunt is fucking screaming for it.”
So is the rest of me, but I’m begging myself to keep my fucking mouth shut about it. I’m not ready to be a mom I don’t think, and the last thing I need are the tabloids claiming I’m baby-trapping a rockstar. “You sound like you want it.”
He shakes his head and licks me again. Fucking tease. “Not ready to share you yet, but one day I will put a baby in you, Alaina. I’ll make a fucking song about it too, so everyone knows that baby is mine.”
Oh good, we’re mostly on the same page. Is it a little forward given the fact that we’ve only known each other as adults for like two months? Maybe. But when you know you know, and I know that Sebastian Kincaid is my past, present, and future. Walls or no walls, rot or no rot.
“Well in that case, as much as I love your tongue, I need you inside me. Come here.”
Clicking his tongue, he shoves two fingers into my pussy and curls them, the beckoning motion making my legs shake, but he pulls them out before I can get there. “Baby girl is always in a rush, hmm?” He sucks one finger and holds the other one against my lips. “Taste how delicious you are.”
The second I suck it in, his cock pushes inside of me, making my eyes roll back. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to how full I feel when he’s inside me, but I’m also not sure I want to. “It’s good, but I’d rather taste you.”
“Yeah?” His eyes spark as he reaches down to pin me to the mattress, and all I can do is take it when his hips start pumping in and out of me. “You want my cum painting that pretty little tongue?”
”My tongue, my face, my tits, everywhere,” I rush out, pulling him into a messy kiss that has him pinning us together to deepen it.
When he starts moving again, he keeps his forehead pressed against mine, one hand tangling in my hair to angle me just how he wants. “I can’t fucking get enough, woman. What are you doing to me?”
Hopefully trapping you without a baby,I think, grinning against his lips as I flex my cunt to squeeze him. “Just trying to make sure you don’t get bored with me.”
Bash grunts. “How could I? I don’t even want you out of my sight.”
All the age-old buzz words pop into my head like love bombing and infatuation, codependency and manipulation. But the truth is that he’s as broken as I am, and sometimes, that means we love harder and faster than might be socially acceptable.
And I’d rather feel this good while I can even if it doesn’t last. “So don’t leave,” Ibeg, gasping as I get closer to an orgasm. “Stay with me.”
“You want me to stay, baby girl?” His palm presses against my throat as he sits up to fuck me harder, deeper. “Say it again.”
When his fingers flex, I hit the edge faster than I can get the words out. It rolls through me over and over until I’m a moaning mess, and all I can whisper is, “Stay.”
“I’ll stay. Of course I’ll stay.”
His lips crash to mine as he starts to lose rhythm, but I can tell he’s fighting it. He doesn’t want this to end, but if he means what he says and he’s not going anywhere, we have all the time in the world.
I do need him to remember where to come, though. “Fuck my throat, baby. Make me choke on it.”
“Oh, fuck!”
Bash rips his body away from mine, proving to me how close he was to breeding me again, and as he climbs up to straddle my face his cock pulses and leaks just before he stuffs my mouth full.
God damn, that was close. And judging by the amount of cum I swallow, I’mpretty sure that would’ve resulted in fucking triplets. A little shocked, I swallow and hold him there until he softens, then pull off. “Uh...”
His giant body collapses onto the bed next to me with a sated sigh, and he makes no move to get dressed. “Come here.” He pulls me in to lay on his chest with a possessive hand pinning me to him. “Yeah, I almost didn’t pull out in time.”
No shit.
“And this is why I need birth control,” I laugh. “So you never have to.”
“Okay, fine. I’m on board, but after we have a kid, I’m getting fixed so you don’t have to be on it anymore. Deal?”
