Mm-hmm.Yup.I could one hundred percent come like this.
His hips shift forward a bit more, and I wrap my lips around him until the bottom of the mushroom head rests against the top of my tongue.I drag the tip along the slit and close my eyes as my fingers pick up their pace.
Oh my gosh.This is too good.
“Fuck,” he groans.He cups the back of my head, easing the tension in my neck muscles while giving me a better position to suck on him.“You’re making this difficult.”
I peer up at him but don’t release the head from my mouth.Another quiet groan escapes him as he pushes farther into me, hitting the back of my throat before pulling out entirely.With a quiet pop, his dick hovers just above my mouth, and I lift my head a little more, feeling like a damn baby bird at this point while my fingers go back to circling my clit.I can’t help it though.I want more.No, I need it.
“Ford—”
He pinches my nipples, and I moan, dropping my head back to the mattress.Marking my boobs.Right.How does he make it so difficult to think straight?It’s like I can’t get enough.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.“I love watching you like this.”He rubs his thumbs over each bud, circling the tip the same way I’m circling my clit.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathe out.“Ford.”It’s a plea.
His large hands cup the sides of my breasts, pushing them together.“Been dreaming about this for forever,” he rasps.Slowly, he thrusts between my cleavage, pumping in and out, the heat branding me in a way it has no business doing.Normally, we’d probably need lubricant but thanks to my spit and his precum, my chest is smooth and ready for whatever he wants to take.
And holy crap, does it feel good.The heat.The sounds.The anticipation.
Why is this so freaking hot?
His head rolls back toward the ceiling as he thrusts faster.Over and over again, his thumbs skating across my nipples, his fingers leaving white indents along the sides of my boobs.And all the while, I finger myself, imagining what we must look like.How frenzied.How desperate.And that’s what I am.Desperate.To come.To fall apart.To be marked by him.
“Fuck, June Bug,” he grits out.“I’m close.”
“Me, too,” I moan.
“Gonna.”He squeezes my chest with more urgency, pumping into me.“Fucking.”His head rolls forward, and ribbons of cum paint my chest.“Come,” he pants before thumbing my nipple once more.
My back arches off the bed, and I fall apart on my fingers, tingles spreading, lungs seizing.Euphoria encompassing.Sliding lower, he kisses me, swallowing my gasp and shoving his tongue into my mouth.It only brings another pulse of pleasure to my core.
Oh my gosh.He has no idea how incredible…how addictive…
I try to catch my breath, soaking up the little tingles of satisfaction.
“You’re mine,” he pants.
My eyes stay closed as I soak up the afterglow, because holy crap, that was amazing.“I’m yours,” I tell him.
“You’ll always be mine.”
My forehead wrinkles.Okay, why does he sound worried about that?Like it’s even up for debate.I open my eyes and peer up at him, finding a divot between his brows that most definitely wasn’t there when he dropped me off at my apartment earlier.Reaching up, I push his wavy hair away from his face, letting the scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickle my thumb.“Ford, you okay?”I murmur.
“Just want to remind you.”
“And why would I need the reminder?”
He hesitates, his gaze bouncing around my face as if memorizing every inch.“Let’s go shower.”
Really?That’s his response?
He starts to move off me, but I grab his bicep, keeping him from escaping.“No more procrastinating.”
“June.”
“No.”I don’t even care that I’m a mess and could definitely use a good rinse.The cryptic response?The clear dodging?“Something’s going on, and I want the truth.Now.”
