She tastes like flowers and strawberries and the weed we inhaled at the gig. It makes my head spin in the best way as I lead her to the bed, her knees hitting the end of it so she sits, and then lays down. I crawl on top of her, helping her scoot up to the pillows as I tug off her boots and socks. I pause to take mine off as well, and when I turn back, Stacey has a devilish gleam in her eye.
“What are you thinking, my Little Reckoning?” I ask.
She smirks, one of her brows rising to feign innocence, then she grabs the hem of her shirt and tugs it off.
I hold my breath, unable to process how this is real life, as I admire every inch of her that she’s just granted me. Her breasts are bare and beautifully round, and her nipples perk up into pretty pink points. I want nothing more than to lean forward and take them between my teeth.
She bites her lip, arching her back as she pushes her chest out. “Is… is this okay?”
I almost stutter, but ground myself with a deep breath. “It’s more than okay. You’re fucking stunning.”
The smile that takes over her face is blinding, and I realize I can’t take much more. My hand goes to the curve of her back, and I pull her up slightly so I can lie us down completely, my body on top of hers. She’s so soft against me, but I push the nerves away and do what I’ve wanted for years. I lean down, my lips hovering over her breasts as I look at her for permission. Her eyes are half-lidded, and she looks as wrecked as I feel. I close the distance, wrap one of my hands around her breast, and touch my lips to the point with a groan.
Her back arches, and a beautiful moan escapes her at the first motion of my tongue. Her fingers lace into my hair, tugging tight and keeping me in place as she moves. I can feel her hips thrusting ever so slightly, and I grin around her nipple, giving it a little nip before moving to the other one and letting my fingers trail further down her body.
Her denim skirt rides up her thighs. My hands fall to the bare skin there, feathering over her in soft touches that cause a sigh to fall from her lips. My tongue circles her, fervent as I lose myself in her, in how she pulls my hair and arches her back. My fingers trail beneath the rough material, searching, exploring, until they come across her panties, the lace soaked beneath my touch. She moans, her hips flying up at the sensitive touch, and I lose my ability to stay calm.
My lips rise, kissing a trail along her neck and nipping with a deep groan. I pull her panties to the side, reveling in the desire pooled there, and move my fingers over her clit. She inhales sharply, muttering something that sounds likepleaseunder her breath, panting as I work her over, loving every single reaction I pull from her body.
“Does that alpha make you feel like this?” I ask, my voice a husk of a whisper at the shell of her ear. “Has he heard these beautiful sounds?”
I’m praying the answer is no. Maybe I’m a masochist or a glutton for punishment, because you shouldn’t ask questions when you’re not prepared to hear the answer. I’m currently pretending these sounds are mine, that I’m the only person to ever pull this pleasure from her. Every moan, every note of bliss, they all solely belong to me.
Her mouth gapes open, a strangled sound escaping. Another douse of liquid gold pours over my fingers, filling the space with a garden of white flowers. I bit my lip, my cock straining in the confines of my jeans.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, taunting her. “It looks like my little slut likes a bit of humiliation with her pleasure. Well, don’t worry, my Little Reckoning. If it’s degradation you want, you’ve found the perfect contender.”
My lips roam down her body, loving every inch of skin as I descend to the place I want to be most. I nip at her thigh, earning a sharp gasp from her, and my lips curve. “I need to taste you,” I tell her, her scent so strong it teases my taste buds. A few more inches and I’ll be drinking it right from the source. When I look up at her to gauge her reactions, her brows are curved in, and her lips are pinched.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Stacey’s lip protrudes slightly, her face flushing a beautiful pink. “I’ve just… I’ve never done this before.”
A growl emits in my chest. “That lowlife hasn’t gone down on you before?”
“No. It’s not that… I’ve never—” She pauses, her eyes glossy. “I’ve never doneanythingbefore.”
It takes a few seconds for my brain to comprehend. “Nothing?”
She nods, confirming. “Nothing, with no one…”
Fuck.As if I needed another reason to be absolutely infatuated. My fantasy from earlier comes back full force. The factI’m the only person who has heard these sounds come from her lips, the only one who has pulled them from her, makes something feel light and airy in my chest.
A smile perks up on my face as my fingers move back to their spot, massaging her the way she likes. “Have you at least experimented with yourself? Learned what you enjoy…”
A beautiful sigh falls, and she nods. “A little bit. I’m sure there’s more, but sex… it’s never interested me before. Not really. Not until…”
Stacey lets that statement linger, and my stomach flips at the implication.
She’s never been interested before, not until…me?
My eyes stay locked on her, hoping she can read how amazed I am by that sentiment. The contact between us never falters as I unzip her denim skirt and pull it off. My fingers slip underneath the lace of her thong, pulling it to the side as her gaze peers into mine, holding her breath as I slowly descend on her. My tongue licks up the middle of her, slow and purposeful, and she bows her back but refuses to close her eyes. She watches me as I watch her, and when her arousal settles on my tongue, florals dancing on my taste buds, I know I’m officially in Heaven.
Right between her thighs, there’s an oasis pulling me in. I won’t survive without it, so I move in closer and give her everything I’ve got.
Her scream is music to my ears as I feast on her, ravishing her like I’m a starving man. I push her legs up, fixing the angle, and more arousal spills from her with every lick, every bite, every circle around her clit.
“Holyfuck,” she says and not quietly. One of her hands finds my head once more, holding me to her as she chases her high. Everything in my body lights up, and my fingers find her entrance once more. I push two in, moaning when shepulses around me and then curses expletives under her breath. “That feels… this is… sogood, Axl.”
