Chapter 24
I don’t wait another moment. I can’t. The way I’ve wanted this woman for the last six weeks has kept me on edge.
I’m on the brink of no return, and I’m ready to fall.
I don’t give a fuck if it’s too fast, if it all crashes and burns in the end.
I can’t stop the way my mind, body, and heart crave her.
I watch her face, wanting to imprint the first time I do this in my brain, because damn straight, there’ll be more of this. My tongue lands on her pussy, dragging up to her clit, and her eyes flutter shut as she sinks into the mattress with a sigh.
My hands dig into her thighs as I feel my cock thicken, begging to be released from my shorts, and my tongue keeps stroking up and down. I pull her into me, determined to meet my maker here and now, between her legs, drowning in her wet pussy and serenaded by the sounds of her soft moans.
“Is that all you’ve got for me, Trickster?” I ask, my tongue flicking over her.
Her body jolts with a gasp, head thrown back into the mattress. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” she says.
“My pleasure.” My mouth locks around her clit and sucks. I unhook her legs from my shoulders and pin them against the mattress, pushing her open so I can devour her.
I nip and caress every sensitive inch until I have Maevyn trembling. But she’s holding back. She’s still not screaming.
I bring a hand under my chin and run my fingers lightly up and down her pussy, spreading the wetness around.
As if she’s possessed, her back arches up until she’s sitting, eyes on me as I keep working my mouth over her.
“Oh, god,” she says on a heavy exhale.
In the gentle glow of the light, I can make out the slight sheen gathered on her chest, shining as she heaves in breath.
“You like to watch?” I murmur. The evenness of the words surprises me, since my body feels ready to explode.
“I don’t know,” she says, eyes locked on me. “But I like what I see.”
I keep going as I push my shorts off with one hand. My cock feels a stroke away from finishing when my hand brushes against it.
“You like watching what I do to you? Or what you do to me?” I wrap a hand around myself, giving a slow tug, the sensation already too much, making me bite down into Maevyn’s thigh as a distraction.
She gasps and sits up taller, peering over the edge of the mattress.
Pride fills me at the appreciative look on her face as she takes me in. I keep stroking my cock up and down as my tongue moves back to her pussy, lapping her up with an eagerness I can’t control.
“Fuck. West. That’s so fucking hot. Keep going.”
My hand moves up to splay over her stomach, letting my thumb rub over her clit as her first cry pierces the room.
She drops her head back, giving in for a moment before she snaps back up, eyes switching between my mouth and my cock.
“Keep doing that. Oh, god, just like that,” she says as she starts rocking her hips.
I could eat her pussy all night. My cock, on the other hand, has no such stamina. He’s a greedy bastard for her. I can feel pre-cum drip over my hand as I dare to stroke myself a little faster.
Maevyn groans as she notices, with a desperate, beautiful mewling sound that has me circling my thumb around her clit more urgently.
Her hand flies to the back of my head, clutching the strands.
“Will you come?” she pants.
“Do you want me to?” Please say yes.
Maevyn nods. “Show me what I do to you.”
She opens her legs wider, her hips rolling against my mouth as she pulls on my hair. Her eyes close—lost to thoughts or lust, I don’t know—but when she opens them again, they’re full of fire, burning through me until the embers light up my soul.
“I want to see. I want to see what I do to you.”
The words are begging and bewitching. My arm shifts behind her lower back, hand curling around her hip so I can lock her against my face.
Frenzied hunger takes over as I chase both my release as well as hers.
I groan into her as my beard is coated with her arousal, my fist jerking hard and fast, matching the ferocity of Maevyn’s keening cries.
Louder and louder, they fill my ears, and the blood in my veins feels as though it reaches boiling point.
She’s right there, and I’m following behind her, pleading for her to break first.
She trembles against me, fingers gripping my hair so tight, I think she may have loosened some strands, but I don’t care because a second later, she floods my tongue and screams to the heavens.
It’s the trigger that makes my cock surge, cum spilling over my hand.
I’m moaning and panting, my head falling to her shaking thigh as my body shudders.
I shift my gaze to look up at her. Chest heaving, glistening with sweat, her pierced nipples peaked and still calling for me. I already need her again. But the little smirk on her face as her body revels in the pleasure is what really has my heart pounding.
I kiss her thigh before coming to my knees, peppering kisses over her skin as I move onto the mattress and crawl up her body.
My mouth doesn’t linger on her breasts, convinced I’ll be unable to tear myself away if I do. Instead, I leave a kiss on each one before I move to her neck, settle myself over her, then lean on my forearms, framing her face and brushing the messy strands of hair away.
It feels like I wait a lifetime for her to open her eyes.
“Hi,” I whisper.
Her lips roll together, fighting a smile as her cheeks flush. “Hi.”
“Was that okay?”
She nods as her hand comes up to trail a finger down my nose, then over my lips.
“Yeah.” She smiles, and it’s one of the rare moments I see her shy. Soft. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Watch a guy jerk off while he goes down on you?”
She takes a breath, the column of her throat bobbing as she swallows, and I lean down to kiss her there.
“Had a guy go down on me.”
“Okay, now you’re lying.” I refuse to believe it, and if that’s true, every other piece of shit hasn’t deserved a moment of her time.
She laughs and hides behind her hands. “I’ve never got to that level of intimacy with anyone. I’ve slept with a handful of guys, but it hasn’t been anything terribly exciting. Just an itch to scratch, really.”
My mind is spinning, replaying over and over again that she’s never done that with anyone else. That she’s only let herself do that with me.
I sit up, resting back on my heels, and pull her up with me. Her bare skin is warm as it presses against mine, and I wrap my arms around her.
“First of all, those men didn’t deserve you, and I’ll gladly make up for what you’ve been missing.”
She laughs, dropping her chin to her chest to hide from me.
“Second of all.” I put my fingers under her chin, tilting her gaze up to find mine so she can understand the sincerity of my next words.
“Thank you for trusting me to be the first.” And last, I add in my head.
I don’t know why. Just the thought of her doing this with anyone else makes me want to fall to my knees and beg her not to.
I’ve felt an unexplainable pull to figure this woman out since the day I met her, and with every piece I’ve collected, a surge of protectiveness has worked its way through me.
This need to make sure she’s alright. To be the one to make her world spin.
It’s crazy, and completely out of my control.
I tried to fight it at first, but it’s no use. This woman is under my skin.
“It was my pleasure,” she says with a small smile. “Literally.”
We both laugh, then I capture her mouth with mine, snatching the sound so I can keep it. I think I’m going to need to start every morning and night with her kisses.
I push against her, refusing to pull my lips from hers as I do, and lay us both down on the mattress.
Her arms circle my neck, while her legs wrap around my lower back, clinging to me.
I cocoon her in my body just as tightly, my cock twitching to life when I’m reminded of the fact that I’m sitting bare against her.
“Mae?”
She hums in answer, not stopping her slow, needy kisses.
“I don’t want to go faster than what you’re okay with, but…” My words trail off, and her mouth freezes.
Slowly, she pulls away, then looks down between us. I do the same, greeted by the sight of my cock looking hard and ready and nestled perfectly against her pussy. The evidence of my earlier release is now painted over her skin from where we’ve been pressed together.
“Whoa.” She stares, mouth parted in awe. “Can I touch you?”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
She leans up, and I follow her lead to turn onto my back, letting her sit between my thighs.
“Now, that’s a nice view,” I say as she slowly eases down the mattress.
She smiles at me before staring down at my dick. I throw a hand behind my head so I can watch her. This sight alone is enough to keep me craving whatever she has to give, even if it’s just her sleeping in my arms.
Her hands run over my hips and thighs, fingertips teasing along my skin, and it feels like I’m on fire beneath her touch.
“Have you done this before?” I’m starting to wonder just how much experience she’s had before tonight. Not that I particularly want to think about her with other guys, but I want to make sure she’s okay with whatever we do.
“Plenty of times,” she says, and my jaw tightens.
“So you’ve been down on guys, but they’ve never returned the honour? Fucking bastards,” I seethe, but she just throws her head back and laughs.
“I didn’t necessarily want them to. I wasn’t trying to make connections,” she says, still stroking her hands up and down my skin, getting more daring with her exploration as a finger drags from the top of my cock and down, making me hiss.
“Besides.” Her eyes grow hooded, unfocused with desire.
“I’m glad I held out for a guy who knows what he’s doing. ”
“Are you sure you can say that with any confidence? Maybe I should show you again.” My dick perks up even further at the thought of having more of her. “Just to be sure.”
She tilts her head in a tease, as if she’s actually mulling the question over in her mind. “Perhaps,” she says.
The confidence I’m used to is back. The surety as she moves her body over me, hands exploring, hips rocking side to side from where she kneels between my legs, and then those eyes as she strikes my soul like lightning, focused on me as her tongue reaches out and licks all the way up my length.
My eyes close as my head falls back into the pillow with a groan.
She does it again, and I manage to see it this time, tracking the second her wet, pink tongue touches my cock and slowly drags over me, then locks over the tip, quick and barely there but enough to pull a desperate moan from me.
I can’t help it. If she is a hunter, I am her willing prey.
And if she is a trickster, she’s stealing my heart and mind.
But I’m a thief, and I’ll snatch hers right back.
It’s a losing fight. Pre-determined. Written in the stars.
I watch, greedily, as she continues to tease me.
Her hands massage the tops of my thighs.
She runs them up my torso, then drags her fingertips down along my skin until she fists the base of my cock, holding me in place so she can take all of me inside her warm mouth.
I’m not at all ashamed by the delirious sigh that slips out.
After a few strokes, her mouth and hand working in tandem, I decide I need my mouth on her too.
“Up here, pretty girl.”
She sits back, cocking her head in question as she wipes the side of her mouth.
“Get on my face,” I tell her.
“I’m still busy down here.” Fuck, she’s stunning in command. Just like I knew she would be.
“And I’m still hungry, baby. Now get your arse up here so we can both get what we want.”
She puts her hands on the mattress to hover over me. “Are you trying to take all my firsts?”
I lean forward, capturing her mouth with mine, and I love the way she kisses me back, just as insatiable. “Are there more to take?” I ask with another nip at her lips.
She looks away, tracing her fingers over the tattoo on my ribs.
“I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that I don’t let people in very easily.
I’ve never…” She takes a deep breath, running a tongue over her bottom lip.
“I’ve never given myself permission to get close in a way where I can feel comfortable enough to explore.
And that’s been fine. I don’t regret those choices for myself. ”
I cup her cheek in my palm. “You feel comfortable with me, though?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs, and I kiss her again.
“Write a list,” I say.
She chuckles nervously. “A list of what?”
“Of anything and everything you want to try.”
“A fuck list?”
“Sure.” I laugh. “We can call it that.”
She sits back on her heels, propping her chin on a closed fist as she seems to contemplate.
“The slutty adventures of a pleasure-starved trickster.” She nods to herself, then looks at me. “It’s a working title.”
“Okay.” I grin. “First thing we’re checking off—sixty-nine.” I kiss her quickly, then reach behind her, gripping the back of her knee to tug her around. “Now, let me eat this pussy again while you choke on my cock.”