Chapter 22 #2
“I want to hear you ask for exactly what you want, Rosalie,” he murmurs against my pussy.
When I don’t immediately respond, mostly because I can’t seem to gather more than a few syllables together at once, he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, then tugs it into his mouth, rolling it between his lips roughly.
My back bows from the case, nails pressing into the unyielding glass, as I cry out Wells’ name so loudly that I’m terrified the entire town has heard how much pleasure he’s currently bringing me.
I’m so close, yet so far, and the infuriating man with his mouth buried between my thighs has the audacity to laugh.
“If you want it, ask for it, Sugar.”
A ragged sigh slips past my lips. “I want you to make me come. With your mouth. Please.”
“So polite,” he rasps, that grin that I love so much curving his lips upward. “Since you asked so nicely…”
I suck in a sharp, trembling breath when he answers my pleas by eating me like a man possessed, sucking and rolling my clit between his lips, thrusting those long, thick fingers inside of me and curling, sending shock waves barreling through my entire body.
Every swipe of his tongue builds my climax higher and higher, almost to the point of feeling unbearable until the pleasure finally, blissfully crests, and I almost sob as my orgasm begins to wash over me.
Powerful and all-consuming, it pulls every muscle taut, causing me to roll my hips unabashedly against his mouth and chase the never-ending high.
Wells never stops, guiding me through the aftershocks, teasing my sensitive clit until it’s too much, and only then does he gently pull his fingers out of me and stand.
His dark eyes, so full of heady lust, stay glued on me as he drags the back of his hand across his mouth.
And then he brings the glistening fingers that were just buried in me to his mouth and slowly licks them clean.
He hums, his eyes dropping closed as if he’s savoring the taste. “Nothing in this entire fucking building tastes as sweet as your pretty little cunt does.”
I can hardly keep upright, my legs still trembling from my climax, but the sight of him doing something so erotic in combination with his filthy, delicious words has my clit pulsing wildly yet again.
My brain is still cloudy, and my limbs feel impossibly heavy when Wells stands, his tall frame towering over me before he effortlessly lifts me off my feet, my legs locking around his waist as a squeal spills from my lips.
“Wells!” I cry out, my grip on his neck tightening as he turns toward the back of the store. Every inch of my skin feels hot and sticky from the caramel and his tongue.
“I would lay you right here on the floor, but it’s cold as fuck, and there’s a perfectly good bed upstairs,” he murmurs, his lips tipped into my favorite grin.
Not only does he carry me through the store, but he also carries me all the way up the stairs and into my apartment without even breaking a sweat.
I truly don’t think I’ll ever get over the way this man picks me up and tosses me around as if I weigh nothing.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced and only makes me even more ravenous for him.
Who knew that something like that could be so attractive.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asks as he shuts the front door of my apartment with his foot, carrying me straight to the bed and laying me down gently onto the mattress.
I can feel my cheeks heating, a moment of shyness creeping its way up my neck and spreading along them.
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
Wells shakes his head. “Nah, now I’ve gotta know.”
“Or… you could just take off your pants.”
His shoulders shake with a low, deep chuckle that warms my insides.
God, I love that sound far too much.
“Nope. Not getting naked for you until you tell me what has you blushing like that.” He trails the tips of his fingers along my chest, over the swell of my breasts to my nipples, where he slowly circles them. “You’re pink everywhere, Sugar.”
I fight the shiver that threatens to rack my body and swallow. “I was just… thinking about how easily you can pick me up and, you know, carry me up a flight of stairs. That’s all.”
His brows cinch tightly together, confusion marring his face. “Yeah? That’s what’s got you blushing, acting shy?”
I’m not sure if I love or hate how easily he can read me.
“It just surprises me. Both the fact that you even can and how much it turns me on.”
A dark shadow of… something moves over his face before he leans forward, framing my jaw in his hands.
“You weigh nothing, Sugar. I’m a man whose entire career has been about taking hits from three-hundred-pound men and returning those hits.
I could bench-press you. I’m a fucking man, Rosalie.
One who loves every goddamn inch of this body.
One who loves your curves and softness. One who loses his goddamn mind with the need to touch you.
I’m not a boy who can’t handle the woman that you are. Do you hear me?”
My throat feels thick as I swallow and somehow manage a nod. “Okay.”
He presses his lips to mine softly, sweetly, with so much tenderness that I ache before pulling back to look at me.
“If you need me to reassure you of that every single time I see you, I will without hesitation. Over and over, until you realize how perfect you are,” he whispers fiercely against my mouth, his stare so intense that I’m overwhelmed by the intimacy…
the unexpected emotion of this, and I feel the sting of tears welling.
God, Rosalie, don’t you freakin’ dare start crying during sex with the hottest man you’ve ever seen.
“Thank you,” I say. “For… seeing me. That’s not always something that I’ve had, and it means so much to me that you do, Wells.”
“Don’t thank me, Sugar. It’s a privilege to be the one to touch you—hell, to fucking know you the way that I do.
” He drags the tip of his nose along my jaw, placing soft kisses along the edge, trailing them down my neck in a path that makes my skin feel feverish and hot with every place that his lips touch.
His lips continue gliding along my skin, leaving wet kisses until he reaches my nipples and closes his lips around the hardened peak, sucking it into his mouth.
The moment that he does, it’s like something inside me snaps.
The pent-up intensity of the moment we just shared, the emotion, the closeness, it all comes barreling out of me, and I reach for him in desperation.
My fingers curl around his nape, tangling in the hair there and holding his wicked mouth to me.
“God, Wells,” I pant as his teeth scrape my nipple, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. “I… I need you.”
He pulls back, and his eyes meet mine, heavy-lidded and so filled with lust they appear almost black.
“Please.”
That one simple plea is his undoing.
He slams his mouth against mine, silencing the whimper that escapes, his tongue thrusting through my parted lips, stroking, as his hands travel down my sides.
The tips of his fingers dig into my thigh as he hitches it high on his side and rocks his hips. I can feel every inch of his erection, hard, long, and impossibly thick.
I reach for the belt buckle of his slacks, but my hands are shaking, and all I seem to be able to do is fumble, unable to pull it free.
It’s one hundred percent his fault that he’s kissing me.
When he realizes that fact, he pulls back and chuckles.
“My girl’s impatient tonight.” Smirking, he quickly flicks open the belt and unzips his slacks, letting them fall open.
The blunt head of his cock peeks out from the waistband of his briefs, and my mouth waters.
Literally, I’ve never wanted to taste anything more in my life.
“As much as I fucking love the way you’re eye-fucking my cock right now, that’s going to have to wait until later because I need to be inside of you. Right now, Rosalie.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding as I peer up at him, standing at the foot of my bed.
He makes quick work of his pants and boxers, leaving him gloriously, deliciously, finally naked.
I’ve never called a man beautiful, but seeing him standing here at the foot of my bed, hungry gaze roaming my body, fist circling his cock… Undoubtedly, Wells McCoy is a beautiful man.
His body is a work of art. Sharp angles and divots, carved out of marble. The V at his hips leads to the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen, and part of me still can’t believe that I get to have him.
Languidly, he strokes his cock, staring at me like I’m the art on display. If he only knew the thoughts running through my head right now.
How I’m fairly certain there is nothing that I wouldn’t let him do to my body.
His knees hit the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he hovers over me, placing a quick kiss to the mound of my pussy. I suck in a stuttering breath as he slowly kisses up my front and settles between my thighs.
“You are a dream, Rosalie. A literal fucking dream.” His whispered words of reverence make my heart ache beneath my ribs and my core clench both at once.
The only response I can even gather is to kiss him, to let my actions speak for me.
I can feel him smiling against my mouth as I lift up, and my gaze moves to where he’s dragging the thick head of his cock through my arousal, my breath becoming stuck in my lungs when it nudges against my clit.
Wells doesn’t waste any time, not after what feels like hours and hours of foreplay. He guides his cock to my entrance and pushes inside, burying himself inside of me in one hard thrust.
My eyes fall shut, nearly rolling back, when he barks a raspy command that makes my toes curl along his sides. “Eyes on me. Watch how perfect you are taking my cock. Fuck, Sugar, look how pretty your pussy looks stretched around me.”
Obediently, they snap open, and I understand exactly why he wants me to watch.