"No, you're supposed to scream my name when I make you come," he said.
He grabbed the waistband of the oversized pair of track pants I wore and pushed them down my hips. They slid off my legs easily, letting me kick them aside.
I'd taken some time to order new clothes. They would be delivered in the morning. As cute as it was to walk around in Forrest's things, I needed some of my own, especially underwear.
He pressed his hands between my thighs, opening them, then grazing his knuckles over my pussy.
"I think I can manage to scream your name when I come," I said. "Touch me there again."
"Can I taste you?" Apparently, he'd caught on to the same thing Leif had; my need to be in control. To call the shots, instead of being told what to do and expected to obey.
"Please," I said softly.
He gave me a look, one side of his mouth raised.
Now it was my turn to take a moment to catch on. "Get down between my legs and taste me," I insisted.
His eyes darkened. "Fuck yeah."
He scooted down the bed, hooked his arms under my thighs, and lifted me up, bringing my pussy to his mouth. He slid his tongue up and down my seam, from my clit to my rear hole, and back again. "Fucking delicious."
He started to devour me, pulling my clit between his lips and sucking. His hands pressed against my stomach, warm and firm. He didn't say a word, didn't tell me I couldn't come, he just went on working me, until I lost all control, shattering against his mouth.
"Yes, yes, just like that," I panted. "Right there, don't stop, don't…Yes." I tipped over the edge, plunging down a waterfall of bliss. The sensation swamped all of my senses, crowding my brain and making my heart race. He went on licking and sucking until I came back down to earth, blinking to clear my vision.
"Come up here and fuck me," I told him, my breathing still ragged. I rolled over onto all fours and looked at him over my shoulder.
He didn't hesitate to shed his clothes and kneel behind me, gripping my hips carefully. He guided the tip of his cock to my entrance and pushed inside.
"You feel so fucking good," he whispered. "I hope you know you're mine," he said. "So mine."
"I know," I whispered back. "You're mine too."
"Hell yeah, I am."
He slid a hand over my belly and cupped my breast, kneading it while he moved in and out of me. Our bodies slapped together, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.
"Even though you haven't reached your tally," I added, laughing softly.
He paused for a moment, before muttering, "Fucking tally," and thrusting harder, deeper, pulling out of me and slamming all the way back in.
I smiled to myself and rolled my hips back against him until he lost his own control, coming apart as he came inside me, spilling his release into my body. His cum trickled out and down my thighs as he slid his cock out.
"You're addictive," he said accusingly.
I rolled over onto my ass and smiled at him.
"So are you." It might be pure insanity, but I was falling for this man.
"Good, because I need another taste." He shuffled back down the bed, his face between my legs again.
CHAPTER 3
WOODY
Finally, I get a chance to share my thoughts. I am the asshole I say I am, okay? Right, now where were we?
I took Sable down to the basement of the building, the one place on the face of the planet that should be safer than anywhere else. I say 'should be,' because Forrest's penthouse should also have been safe. Yeah, we all saw how that turned out.
