Chapter Seventeen #2
I hum against her clit, let the vibration roll through her.
She cries out. Her hips buck. She tries to close her legs again but I snarl against her pussy and force her open, tongue dragging in slow, cruel strokes that make her squirm and whimper.
Not yet.
I want her to beg.
I want her to break.
I slide two fingers inside her.
She’s so fucking tight I have to curl them just to ease the pressure. Every small movement draws me deeper, until my hand is shaking from how good she feels wrapped around my fingers. Her pussy clenches down hard, the slick sounds obscene as I fuck her slowly, my mouth still working her clit.
I find a rhythm.
Fingers deep, tongue teasing, and every time I flick against that spot, her whole body jerks. Her hand gets tighter in my hair, pulling me closer, dragging my mouth harder into her cunt. She doesn’t care if I suffocate.
“Zane,” she whispers.
It’s broken, almost like a plea and a confession at once.
That’s when I know, she’s right fucking there. I feel it. The tension in her thighs. The way her pussy squeezes around my fingers. Her whole body locks up, breath catching, then it hits.
She comes hard.
A shudder.
A cry.
Her voice splits in half as she breaks apart on my tongue.
Her pussy pulses, spasming around my fingers, wetness soaking my hand and chin. Her back bows off the tin, legs shaking so hard. Her head falls back, mouth open, a sound ripped from her throat that could fucking ruin me.
I don’t stop.
I keep licking.
Keep tasting her as the orgasm tears through her, wave after wave, until she’s gone weightless. Until her grip loosens in my hair and the tremors fade into soft, wrecked breaths.
I bet she’s never come like that before.
And fuck, no one else is ever gonna make her come like that again.
When I finally pull back, I don’t go far. Just hover there, breathing her in, the taste of her still thick on my tongue and I just stare at her.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
I rest my palm flat on her stomach, needing the weight of it, the contact. She’s still trembling.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say.
It’s not some throwaway line, but the truth, scraped straight from somewhere I didn’t know existed in me.
Because she is.
I slide up, press my mouth to hers in a kiss that’s all tongue and fucking desperation.
It’s messy.
Deep. Hot.
I kiss her like I’m drowning in her.
Her legs are still open under me. I could take her right now. Slide in slow, stretch her around my cock and fuck her until she forgets her own name.
God, I want to push inside and fuck her slow, then fuck her rough, have her whole body shaking, begging me not to stop. I want to be her first, her only, her fucking last.
But I don’t move.
I hold myself there, panting hard, jaw clenched so tight it hurts.
My cock is throbbing. My hands are shaking. I’m right there, on the edge of losing control. And it takes everything in me to pull back just enough to follow through.
I drag my fingers gently down the side of her face.
“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight.”
I can’t believe in a million years that those words are coming out of my mouth.
Her brows knit together, confused. “Why not?”
I grit my teeth and stare at her, every cell in my body screaming to take what she’s offering.
“Because I want your first time to mean something,” I say. “Not here like this. Not with your back against a tin roof and your ass going numb from the cold.”
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, put that cocky smirk on my face, the one I know the girls love.
“But if you want to give me something tonight?” I smirk. “Then be a good girl and suck my cock. Because if I don’t bury myself in something soon, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”
I don’t push her.
I wait even though waiting has never been my thing.
She smirks, as if hearing me lose my fucking mind is funny to her.
“You want my mouth?” she whispers. “Then take off your jeans.”
Jesus fuck.
I sit up fast, fingers flying to the button of my jeans, heart hammering in my chest. My cock’s hurting, desperate to be touched. I drag my zipper down, shove the denim past my hips, and pull myself free.
Her eyes drop to my cock, thick, hard and leaking. She licks her lips, dragging her tongue across them like she can’t wait to tase me.
Then her hand wraps around me.
I hiss through my teeth, the sound ripped straight from my chest.
Her fingers curl around the base of my cock and she gives it a stroke and I’m already fucking gone.
My hips jerk, cock throbbing in her grip, leaking against her palm.
She doesn’t stop. Just watches me while she pumps me again, a little tighter this time, wrist twisting just enough to make my whole body clench.
“Fuck, baby…” I groan, breath catching hard in my throat.
She leans in, mouth parting, hot breath teasing the tip. Her tongue flicks out and catches the drop of precum, eyes locked on mine the whole fucking time.
“Such a filthy little mouth,” I murmur.
And then she takes me.
Warm lips stretching over my cock as she slides down inch by inch.
I groan, my hand flying to her hair, not to force, just to hold on.
She takes me deeper, tongue pressed flat against the underside, her throat tightening around the head when I hit the back.
“Shit… Skylar,” I choke out, voice shredded, thighs drawn tight, every muscle locked down.
She pulls back, lips wet and glistening, a string of spit connecting her mouth to the tip of my cock. Her eyes are dark, blown wide with heat, and fuck, there’s something dangerous in them.
Then she takes me again.
Harder this time.
Her mouth slides down fast, hot and greedy, sucking with purpose. She sets a rhythm that tears through me. Her hand wraps around the base, pumping what her lips can’t reach, her wrist twisting with every pass.
I can’t fucking breathe.
Every time she swallows around the head, my cock jerks.
I’m close. So fucking close I can feel the pressure building, burning through every nerve.
“You want me to come down your throat?” I growl, jaw clenched.
She moans around me, and the vibration tears through my cock, hot and sharp, setting every nerve on fire.
It’s filthy.
Perfect.
The sound, the pressure, the way her mouth grips me and pushes me right to the fucking edge.
One more second of this and I’ll be fucking gone.
I try to hold back. Bite down on the inside of my cheek. Think of anything else. Cold showers. Chain-link fences. My fucking laundry.
But all of it is useless.
She sucks me deeper, throat flexing, hand still pumping the base with that slick, perfect rhythm, and my control snaps.
“Shit… don’t stop,” I groan, voice breaking, hips jerking forward as my fist tightens in her hair.
I want this to last.
Fuck, I need it to.
Because this is going to be over fast. Too fucking fast.
She’s barely started, and I’m already there,
This is gonna be the quickest I’ve ever come. Not since I was a teenager, getting my first awkward hand job behind the lockers. And even that felt easier to hold back than this.
I fucking come… hard.
No way to slow it down. My cock twitches between her lips, pulsing, spilling down her throat in messy, relentless bursts. My head tips back as I groan. The kind of sound I’ve never made in my life.
She doesn’t pull back.
She takes it all.
Her mouth stays on me, tongue still working my cock, milking every drop while I lose my fucking mind. My hips jerk, chasing the last of the high.
“Fuck,” I pant, voice rough, hand still buried in her hair.
My thighs tremble with the aftershocks, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. I’m gasping, wrecked, the release crashing through me in waves that won’t stop.
She pulls back slowly, her mouth slick, lips flushed. There’s a glint in her eye that says she knows exactly what she’s done.
I’m still breathing heavily. Still trying to recover. My legs feel weak. My chest is tight. I’ve never come that fast, never come that hard, and it’s never felt at all like this before.
It’s not just a release.
It’s total obliteration.
And all I can do is stare down at her… completely fucked, completely hers, knowing that nothing will ever compare to this again. Knowing that in this moment I’ll never be the fucking same again.