Chapter 19 #2
“Fuck, B.” Butch’s fingers lace into my hair, pulling tight as he drags my mouth off his cock.
“Why do you have to be so goddamned difficult?” His other arm wraps around my waist as he lifts me up, pressing my front to his before dragging both of us up the mattress.
“You act like you want me to just stick it in there and get it done, and I’ll be damned if that’s the way our first time together goes.
” He drops me right to the bed, and I bounce a little as I land.
He points at me, tone threatening as he says, “Stay.”
“You just accused me of being a starfish, and now you’re telling me to stay?”
“Yes, I fucking am. I decided you can’t be trusted to be anything besides a starfish this round.
” He sounds irritated as hell with me as he backs away.
“The last thing I need is your sweet little mouth making me nut before I even manage to get inside you.” He grips me behind the knees, shoving my legs back and wide so my vulva is on display.
It’s happening. Butch is about to put his cock inside me. I’m about to experience sex. I’m going to—
What the fuck?
Instead of aligning his penis with my vagina, Butch shifts.
I don’t understand what his intentions are until a split second before his tongue swipes up the seam of my labia, licking me from bottom to top before pressing deeper.
His strong grip has me pinned in place as the tip of his tongue flicks alongside my clitoris.
A noise that sounds nothing like a chipmunk comes out of me as my hands grab at the blankets beneath my back, looking for some sort of purchase.
I thought the sensations I experienced when Butch made me climax in the vacant house were overwhelming, but they didn’t come close to what I’m dealing with now. The direct contact is almost too much.
But somehow also not enough.
One hand leaves the blankets to grip Butch’s hair, making sure he doesn’t stop.
I might kill him if he does, and I don’t want him to die.
I want him to keep doing what he’s doing.
It would seem after only one orgasm, I’m developing quite an addiction.
Because this whole motel could be on fire, and I might not notice.
Scratch that. I for sure wouldn’t notice.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I take back my opinions on ritualistic chanting during sex. It is a thing after all. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.” My back arches off the mattress as a sex demon possesses my body, blacking out my vision and consuming my soul as I climax.
Come.
It’s even better than the last time, and makes me wonder where I’m currently registering on the scale. Because if I’m only at the midpoint, the next one might ruin my life.
Screw data. Fuck thinking. All I want is Butch licking me to orgasm all the time.
I’m still a little dizzy and weak as he climbs over my body, nosing along my neck. His voice sends a shiver down my spine when he asks, “Have you had enough?”
Uhh. “No.”
Butch chuckles at my indignant tone. “You sure? I think we’ve already passed the five minute mark. I know you have things to do. You’re a very busy woman.”
“Then you better stop wasting time and get on with it.” I didn’t expect to ever want sex, let alone practically beg for it, but here I am. Wrapping my legs around a Butch’s waist, ready to threaten him if he doesn’t get inside me right now.
“Didn’t expect you to be so demanding.” Butch’s hips shift and something wide and firm presses right against me. “But I like it.”
I work hard not to tense up as his body invades mine. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels. Tight. Full. Pressure-y.
When I’m starting to worry there’s no more room, Butch stops, his big body strung tight with tension. I wait for him to move. To thrust. To wiggle his hips.
Something.
But he just lays there. Like a freaking statue.
Who’s a freaking starfish now?
“I know I’m not the most experienced one here, but you know this isn’t how to sex, right?”
Butch lifts his head, expression pinched and incredulous as he stares down at me. “I was trying to be careful. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I wiggle under him, double checking to make sure I didn’t miss something. Nope. No pain. Just packed with penis. “I’m fine.”
Butch angles a brow. “Okay.” He drags the word out as he slowly pulls out. A little at a time, he works his way back in. Once he’s fully back inside me, he asks, “Still okay?”
“Still fine.” I guess. I had high hopes for this part after the grinding and licking orgasms, but this is starting to feel pretty anticlimactic.
“Fine?” Butch’s tone is flat. “I’m not really going for fine here, B.” He hooks a hand behind one of my knees, pulling it up and out, making room for him to angle his body differently. “What about this?” His eyes stay on my face as he pulls out and fills me again.
I jump a little when his cock rubs a spot inside me that feels a lot like when he touches my clitoris. “Oh.”
Butch smirks. “Oh sounds a lot better than fine.” He shifts again. “Let’s see if we can turn that oh into don’t stop.”
Yes. Let’s.
Butch’s next thrust sends my eyes opening wide, because he manages to nail that spot perfectly. I can’t even describe the way it feels, only that it curls my toes and locks my limbs.
It might even be stealing some brain cells, but I’m okay with that.
I’ll figure out how to grow new ones.