I pull my fingers from his mouth and use my still-wet fingers to pinch my nipple as he watches. His mouth is gaped open as I swirl his spit around the hard bud.
“Fuckkkkkk,” he says, groaning in the back of his throat.
He reaches his hand down and cups me, sliding two fingers inside me with ease.
“You’re so wet, darlin’” he says, his mouth getting closer to mine. He flicks his tongue out, licking his top lip as he looks at my mouth.
“Don’t call me that here,” I say, tilting my chin up at him.
“What do you want me to call you?” he asks, lowering closer to me.
“Don’t call me anything. Don’t use your mouth for talking.”
Waylon’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but when they lower, a devilish smile curls the corners of his mouth.
“Then put something in my mouth to make me shut up,” he says, twisting to lie on his back.
I lean forward like I might kiss him, and as his head ducks toward mine, I lift up higher and straddle my leg onto the other side of him. Cautiously, I position my knees on either side of his face. I steady myself using the headboard to anchor me in place. Waylon hooks his hands into my thighs, pulling my hips down toward him.
Without warning—because we’re beyond talking now—he licks me across my entrance. The sensation is enough to cause me to bear down, grinding myself against his tongue. He sucks my clit into his mouth, pressing the tip of his tongue flat against the tight bundle of nerves.
I suck in a breath, swirling my hips around slowly. His hand trails up my stomach and cups mytit. He uses the leverage to move me against him, his tongue moving in and out of me as he sucks. Damn, he’s good at this.
“Just like that,” I say, moaning. I push my fingers into his hair, guiding his head back and forth.
He slides his other hand beneath me, pushing two fingers into my pussy as he continues to lick and suck on my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I exclaim, breathless.
“Come in my mouth, Lyric. That’s it.” His mouth leaves me just long enough to tell me what to do, and then he’s back to expertly swirling his tongue against me, flicking and licking and sucking all in a delicious rhythm that’s going to make me do exactly what he told me to.
The pressure begins to build low in my stomach, my toes curling into the sheets. I push against the headboard, gripping tightly as he eats me better than any man has before.
“Fuckkkkk,” I scream out as my thighs quiver and shake. They try and fail to press together as he keeps my legs wide open and continues to lick even as I shake so hard I nearly fall off him.
He pulls me down to him as I collapse onto his chest, heaving in the aftershock of my orgasm. Before I can catch my breath or process anything, he wraps his arm around me and flips us around so I’m with my back to the mattress and he’s above me now.
He doesn’t talk. He doesn’t say anything as his mouth hovers over mine, and just when I think he might kiss me, he reaches down between us and guides his dick into me. He positions his head so that his chin is resting against my temple, butI don’t have a moment of rational thought to give it. Because Waylon is inside me.
He makes a low guttural growling sound in the shell of my ear as I dig my fingernails into the flesh of his back. His body moves above mine as he thrusts deeper into me.
“I know you already came, baby, but I need another one from you,” he says, his fingertips gripping my hips. “Come on, give me one more.”
Waylon gives long, measured strokes, and I feel every inch of him slide in and out of me. I tilt my hips toward him and spread wide, letting him fill me.
“That’s it,” he says. “Now reach your hand down there and feel me. Run your fingertips over where my cock disappears inside you.”
I do as instructed, delusional with lust. Feeling him, feeling where our bodies connect, is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I run the pads of my fingers over the shaft of his cock as it pulls out of me and thrusts back in.
The pressure inside is back again and building faster than before. I close my eyes as my free hand fists the sheets.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” he says. “Not yet. Rub that pussy for me, baby.”
I swirl two fingers around my clit as he continues thrusting into me. His pace quickens as a moan escapes his mouth.
“Where do you want me to come?” he asks, breath ragged. “Tell me.”
“Inside me,” I whisper. “Come inside me, Waylon.”
