Say less. I reached out, grazing my hand along the stubble on his jaw. “I want you to kiss me.”
He wasted no time in devouring my lips into a kiss, his tongue darting out to tease my bottom lip like he was asking for entry. The second I opened my mouth to him, our tongues clashed in a storm of nerve endings. God, this is what I wanted. If I could be this satiated from just kissing Van, what the fuck was going to happen to me if we took it further?
With that thought in mind, I pulled back and ended our kiss. Van let out a little whimper of disapproval that was so damn cute, I was tempted to kiss him again just to squash his frustration.
“And now I want you to fuck me.”
Alarm spread across his face, and I couldn’t blame him. Very rarely was I so direct with my lovers, but Van was having that affect on me that I didn’t feel too vulnerable or too out of sorts to actually ask for what I wanted. I thought that was a sign of great sexual chemistry, and I was determined to lean into it every chance I got.
“You don’t want to take it slower?” Van countered, his hand wrapping around my dick and subsequently stealing my breath. He slowly started to pump my cock from the base to the tip in an agonizingly torturous pattern. “I could suck this beautiful dick first.”
God, I wanted to be in his mouth. As much as I wanted it though, I wanted his cock inside me more. Though I didn’t think that Van was going to regret our tryst in the middle of it, I didn’t want to have any regrets of not doing exactly what I wanted tonight. And while we could take our time, the alcohol in my system made me think that this was my only shot to have this happen with Van. And if that was the case, I wanted to get fucked, plain and simple.
“No,” I finally said, his pumping on my dick ceasing. “I mean, that sounds great, but I might actually pass out if you don’t at least attempt to give me your dick.”
Genuine laughter exploded out of him at that, his hand unfurling from me and rubbing at the skin of my inner thigh. He moved lower to my body, shifting my legs and hiking them up a bit until I felt the pad of his thumb hit home across my hole. I called out at the touch, throwing my head back as he swirled his thumb over my sensitive ring a few times.
“How about here? Can I use my mouth on you here before I give you what you want?”
Oh, god, I wasn’t going to fucking last if he kept talking like that. Unable to speak, I just emphatically nodded, not caring that his stupid smirk turned into him shaking his head at me.
Van guided my legs higher, and I took hold of them to give him easier access to my hole. Weirdly, I didn’t feel vulnerable to be exposing myself to him like this. I wasn’t sure if it was the lingering flicks of the alcohol in my bloodstream or how comfortable Van made me feel, but either way, the only thing I truly felt was horny as fuck to have Van take me.
He settled lower on the bed, so that he could have the best access to me. Before I could properly prepare myself for the fact that Van was about to eat my ass, he dove in and I felt his tongue swipe one single lash across my hole. My back immediately arched off the bed, overcome with the new sensation. Van didn’t waste his time, letting his tongue and mouth devour my hole without any trace of hesitation.
All I could do was writhe and moan beneath Van’s assault on my ass, just a vessel of nerve endings and thriving on the pleasure. My dick was leaking profusely against my stomach, staining my flesh with tangible evidence of my arousal. Every so often, Van would dip his tongue all the way inside my ass, which just made me feral for him to shove his dick inside me. If his cock felt half as good as his tongue did when he fucked me, I was in for the night of my life.
Several minutes slowed by us, but I was too busy in complete ecstasy to wrap my head around the concept of time. All I knew was that I was a whimpering heap, just putty ready to be formed by whatever Van decided he wanted me to be.
It felt nice to be so open and free with someone. I hadn’t really thought about what it might have been like with someone else after ending things with Reed, mainly because of my busy schedule lately. Knowing that I was missing out on things like Van’s expert fucking tongue, I was going to be ruined for anything in the near future.
Van finally came up for air after leaving a kiss on my inner thigh. Our eyes connected for the first time since he startedeating me out, and I could see the still yet to be quenched hunger for me in his eyes. He wasn’t satiated yet and I wanted to make sure this man got his fill.
“You okay?” He asked me, making my heart twinge. His ability to make me unfathomably horny while also being so fucking sweet was unmatched by anything I’d experienced before.
“Fanfuckingtastic.” I told him, letting a scoff curve my lips. “I’m ready, Van.”
“No, you’re not.” He said, sliding up higher on the bed as he guided one of my legs down. I kept hold of the one he hadn’t wanted me to drop, and felt my body tremor with desire as I felt his finger sliding into my ass. “But don’t worry, I’ll get you ready to take my dick.”
Van’s tongue invaded my mouth again once his spit-slicked finger slid inside me to the knuckle, making me pant from the excitement and overstimulation, but also shocked at the abrasive intrusion. We made out the entire time he prepped me, sliding his finger in and out of me while trying to get me used to what was to come. I was absolutely unraveling moan after moan into his mouth as we continued to kiss, my whimpers of grateful agitation crescendoing when he added a second finger, and even more by the time his third finger began to stretch me out.
I could still taste the traces of tequila soda on his tongue. The alcohol between us might have started burning out, but it was still there. Just because the bite of alcohol had gotten us here didn’t mean that we still couldn’t feast on the main course.
Right here, beneath Van’s devastating body and sensationalized by his charm and the care he was conducting with me, I didn’t give a shit about the ramifications that we would both have to face when morning came. It didn’t matter that he was my security guard and I was the one contributing to his direct deposit. All there was right here was us, this bed, andthe need to make each other feel the most intense orgasms we’d ever experience.
At least, that’s what was driving me. But judging by how Van refused to break our kiss while his fingers were widening my asshole, I had a feeling he’d reciprocate my delicate opinion.
When Van finally did retract himself from our kiss, I was feeling feral to be fucked. I understood that he wanted to make sure he didn’t split me open, and I appreciate him for it. But goddamn, did I want his dick.
“Last chance to change your mind.” He prompted, and if I didn’t still have his three fingers still twitching inside me at that moment, still intent on prepping me, I probably would have rolled my eyes.
“Van, for fuck’s sake.”
“I’m serious.” He took the time to use his free hand to frame my cheek against his palm affectionately. “I have every intention of fucking your brains out.” Where had this man been when I’d first been heartbroken by Reed and I breaking up? Hearing these words from a man like this back then would have made me fall in love with him right there on the spot. Which definitely wasn’t happening right here. Because that would be crazy. “I’m going to go to town on your ass. I’ll be as gentle as I can, but everything within me right now wants me to rail you so hard that we’ll be getting complaints from the front desk. So, again. Last chance to change your mind.”
My eyes flared at his warning. His words were the perfect mix of holy-shit-what-did-you-just-say and goddamn-that’s-fucking-hotthat I didn’t know how exactly to respond. So, I decided to let my body do the talking until I found my words. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his lips over mine again. It gave me time to think of a jumbled sentence, which was hard to do when he was still shifting his digits inside me, but stallingwasn’t the worst thing in the world because kissing Van was like finding enlightenment within myself.
Finally, I ripped my lips away and gave him a leaded smirk. “You better be a man of your word, because my mind isn’t changing.”
