“Christ, you have no idea how much I love seeing you like this. Laid out and wet and open.” His fingers trailed over the crack of her ass, then below, probing her softness, and he made a deep noise of appreciation. “You taste so good. I could lick this all day. You’d let me.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded, stripped of her bluster. Yes, she’d let him. It was the one constant whenever they got together. He dived between her legs like he couldn’t get enough, his technique and skill improving every year. She wasn’t about to complain. A man who loved to give head and was spectacular at it? He was a goddamn prince.
His fingers slipped away, and his cock replaced them, the pressure promising her untold delight. She pushed her ass toward him so he’d take her. He gave a rough laugh. “You’re so hungry. Ask me for it.”
“Fuck me.” Her voice was high and barely perceptible.
He teased her, the head pushing inside and then pulling out. “I can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me,” she said, louder, crying out when he thrust, seating inside with one push. She gasped,sweat falling into her eyes, her hair sticking to her back.
He didn’t give her the steady thrusts that would get both of them off but held completely still, letting her feel every twitch of his cock.
A big hand carefully gathered her hair up, every tug on her scalp sending electrical tingles down her spine and body. She gasped as he wound the strands around his hand the same way he wound his tie to fold it up. When they were secured, he pulled. He lowered over her, plastering his body against hers, resting his lips against her ear. “Youfuck me.”
She shoved her hips back against his hard, immovable body, but he had her almost pinned to the bed, and she could only fuck herself on a couple of inches of his hard dick. It wasn’t enough, the thick length barely moving. She sobbed. “I can’t. Please.”
His mouth descended on her shoulder. She stiffened as his hot tongue traced the tattoo there. This was about as much light as they’d ever had when they screwed. He wouldn’t be able to see all of the marks she’d put on herself. That was good, even if it did send a shot of sadness through her. She had to keep him from her soft parts.
Well, not all her soft parts. He bit the flesh right above a prickly flower, and she tried to rock again. “Fuck me. Please, I need your cock so bad. I’ll do anything for it.” Sex words. True words.
He gave her hair another tug, then reared back, his cock withdrawing from her body, leaving herclenching around nothing. She made a low sound of yearning.
“I shouldn’t let you have it,” he rumbled above her. “I should punish you for making me want you. For making me need you.”
“If you punish me, you’re punishing yourself.”
There was a moment of silence, their loud breaths syncing together. His big hands settled on her hips, and he flipped her over. His face was strained and covered with sweat. He yanked her legs wide and moved between them, his fat cock shoving in deep enough to make her scream.
She strained underneath him. “Plea—”
“Shh.” His cock sank inside her again and he rested his hands on either side of her head. “No more begging now.”
She lost herself in the steady roll of his hips, the in and out that was both familiar and altogether new. She had to close her eyes to avoid his intense blue gaze, the way his brow furrowed as he carefully catalogued her face.
“Livvy—”
“Stop talking. Just fuck me. Harder.” Hard enough she didn’t have to remember this was it, the last time it would happen.
His hips picked up speed, slamming into her. She could always tell when Nicholas was close because he fucked like a train run off course, his hips blurring. She bit her lip to hold back her cries, well aware that these walls were thin, but then his fingers were at her lips, his thumb inserting betweenher teeth. “You want to abuse a body, abuse mine. I don’t want a mark on those lips.”
Her body tightened around him, and she moaned, her teeth sinking into his flesh, taking him at his word. She bit harder as she climaxed on his pistoning cock. At the last minute she drew her arms around his neck and brought his face down so his lips were right next to her ear. His breaths soughed in and out, and he groaned, long and low. He shoved in deep and came, his body convulsing in her arms. She pressed her fingertips against his back and stared up at the ceiling, post-orgasmic bliss almost letting her forget this was all she’d ever have of him.
Almost.
He lifted his head, his eyes still closed, forehead creased like he was in pain. He slipped out of her arms before rolling to the side of the bed. He sat there for a long time, both of them breathing hard.
She’d been mistaken. Her heart didn’t feel dinged. It felt pummeled.
She stared at his back, the blank canvas of muscles and sinew and bone making her want to roll over and trace her fingers all over it. Tears and sorrow clogged her sinuses. She had no right to that back. Or his cock or his tongue or any part of him. This had been it. A few brief moments of forgetfulness to tide them over.
Say something. Do something.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, feeling lost.
She jerked when he came to his feet, but he didn’tlook at her. The muscles in his butt flexed as he made his way to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him with a thud of finality. A faucet turned on.
The noise was an impetus. She lurched from the bed and gathered her clothes, not bothering to adjust her bra when it gave her a quadri-boob. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her phone and opened an app, muttering a sigh of relief when she saw there was a ride within a minute of her. She called for it and stuffed her feet into her shoes.
