Page 16 of Last Resort

He cups one of my breasts, his thumb flicking over my pebbled nipple while his mouth closes around the other one. I squirm beneath his touch, my body still hypersensitive from my orgasm. My squirming only serves to grind my thigh against the thickness of his cock.

“Greedy, are we?” he asks, lips moving against my skin.

“Yes. Do you have a problem with greedy girls?” I smile at him as I shift so that I can wrap my hand around his dick. He sucks in a quick breath and runs the stubble of his chin down the rest of my abdomen before sitting up on his haunches and staring at me.

The man is gorgeous. Simply put. From his eyes to his hair to his body to his cock. He’s a damn Adonis, and all I can fathom as I lie here with a goofy grin on my face in my post orgasmic haze is that it’s a travesty I almost denied myself this.

“No problem at all.” He angles his head to the side. “Just trying to figure out what to do with you next.”

“You could put that to good use,” I say and try to reach for his cock again. “Or . . .” I trail a finger over his thigh, wanting to touch his veined shaft again and getting heady off my newfound confidence. “Turn-about could be fair play.”

He lifts a lone eyebrow as his mouth turns up at one corner. “It could, could it?” he murmurs as I sit up to match his posture.

“It definitely could.” And this time, when I go to wrap my hand around his cock, he lets me. My fingers don’t make the circle but by the way his eyes fall half closed and the moan he emits, I don’t really think he minds.

I lean forward and swirl my tongue over its tip, welcoming the taste of his precum with a murmur of appreciation.

His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back. “If you’re going to suck my cock, Collins, I want to see all of you while you do it.” He shifts out of my grasp and moves to stand at the edge of the bed. “Come here.” He moves me so that I’m lying on my back with my neck angled over the edge of the bed. I’m looking at him upside down from my position on the bed.

“I don’t underst—”

“I’m big.” He gives a shameless but arrogant shrug. “This will help open the back of your throat up so you can take more of me in.”

Well, holy hell. I think I just came again from those words alone.

He leans over and gives me a backwards kiss, our faces in opposing positions before he straightens up so that my lips are met with every long inch of him.

I open my mouth and take him in. A slide of my tongue around his bell-shaped crest. A sheathing of my teeth as he stretches my lips. A suction of my lips around his girth as I lift my hand to give the base of his shaft some love because there is no way in hell I’ll be able to fit his entirety in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans. He slowly begins to move his hips so that his cock slides in and out of my mouth while I suction around him. “That feels incredible.”

He is measured in his movements. His restraint noticeable in the tensing of his thigh where my other hand rests. But he slowly works his cock in and out of my mouth, each slide in a little bit farther than the one before.

He’s definitely big and it takes me a few times to measure my breathing and gag reflex to not choke when he hits the back of my throat. But the groans he makes, the ones that rumble around the room as I suck tightly around him, only serve to make me want more of him.

“I can see when I hit your throat, Collins. How your muscles tighten around me when I go deeper.” He runs a fingertip over the side of my cheek and to my neck when he pushes into the depths of my mouth. “Your nipples are hard.” He palms one of them and flicks a thumb over my nipple. “I love the way you push your pussy in the air each time I fuck your mouth, almost as if you’re pretending my cock is fucking you there too.” He slides his finger between the seam of my sex but does nothing more. I buck my hips up as his touch leaves me. “Do you want it that bad? Do you want this”—he grinds his hips in a circle so his dick hits the inside of my cheek—“fucking you into oblivion? Do you want to know what satisfaction feels like?”

“Please,” I try to say around his cock as I move my hand from his thigh to snake it down between my thighs, the ache growing so intense I need to help ease it.

“What was that?” he asks.

“Please,” I repeat and then moan as my fingers find my clit.

“See?” he says with a pained chuckle as he leans back, a gasp falling from my lips as his cock slips out and his tongue replaces it in my mouth. The kiss is hungry and fueled with a violent desire that until now, I don’t think I ever could have understood.

But I do now.

Oh, God, how I do now.

“Good things are worth begging for.”

“Yes.” I nip his lip. “God, yes.” My tongue delves into his mouth as my hands grip the back of his neck. “Fuck me, now.”

And before my sex-drugged synapses can fire, Johnnie has hauled me up by my shoulders and has me bent over the bed. His hands knead my breasts as his body flanks mine from behind. The heat of his labored breath is against my ear. The feel of his wet cock presses between my thighs. The scrape of his stubble teases my skin as he runs his chin back and forth over my shoulder.

“How do you want to come this time, Collins?” He scrapes his teeth over the curve of my neck. “From behind? Against the wall in the shower? With you riding me?” His hands slide down my sides, and he angles one so that his fingers can rub ever so softly over my clit. “Maybe we’ll try all three. One for each orgasm.”

“I can’t—”