21. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Morgan
M y legs wrap around Walker’s bare torso like a koala as he walks us through the hallway. We started making out against the door like a couple of sex-crazed teenagers, both of us removing our tops before he picked me up in his muscular arms and headed for his bedroom. His firm lips remain pressed against mine, kissing me sensually, like he’s reminding me just how much he missed me. It makes my heart flutter in a weird way, but I ignore the feeling and focus instead on the delicious clench of my core each time his tongue flicks over my lower lip. The man knows how to use his mouth, that’s for sure.
Instead of tossing me on his bed, he gently sets me down on the edge of the mattress. The light in the room is dimmed, casting dark shadows across his handsome face as he drops to his knees in front of me.
His fingers dip into the waistband of my leggings, pulling the fabric over my hips and down my body. Dark, lust-filled eyes land on my bare sex as his tongue darts out over his lower lip, like he needs a taste. His hands grab my ankles and aggressively pull my legs apart, forcing me off balance and onto my elbows.
“Such a filthy little whore,” he rasps, running his hands up the inside of my calves. “You didn’t wear any panties because you wanted me to have easy access to this greedy cunt. You wanted me to eat you raw, didn’t you, little devil?”
My core clenches, confirming that the degradation kink that I suspected I had is definitely there. This friends with benefits thing may have more benefits than I originally thought—you could never ask a random hookup to talk to you like this. Well you could, but they would probably look at you like you’re clinically insane.
And honestly, I just might be.
But when Walker and I talked about things that we were interested in with our arrangement, he didn’t look at me like I was. He just smirked and said that he wasn’t surprised.
“Answer me,” he growls, pinching the thin skin on my thighs.
Damn him and his sadism—I’m starting to like it.
“Yes,” I whisper breathily, watching him drop to eye level with my exposed center as his hands push me open even further.
He leans in and blows cool air on my clit. I flinch instinctively and try to close my legs, but his fingers dig into my thighs, keeping me open for his torment.
“No, no, no,” he tuts, nipping at the skin of my right hip. “You don’t get to hide this pussy from me. We might be nothing more than friends, but in my bed, your body is mine.”
I shudder beneath him, the sting of his bite rubbed away with gentle flicks of his tongue as he heads south again. He alternates between kissing and nibbling along the crease of my leg, stopping just before he gets to my entrance.
Walker looks up, eyes flashing darker. “Tell me.”
I’m panting slow, shallow breaths, desperate for him to keep going. “What?”
“That you’re mine. Tell me, and I’ll feast on this needy pussy until you’re seeing stars. ”
I don’t even think before I answer. Right now I’ll be whatever he wants me to be.
“I’m yours.”
Pride swells in his lust-filled gaze as he lowers his mouth and peppers short kisses along my swollen lips. His tongue flicks into me before tasting the length of my pussy and landing on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
My eyes roll to the back of my head and I collapse to the bed, my arms giving out beneath me. Heat prickles down my spine as he pauses, his tongue holding my clit hostage. The scratchiness of his beard teases the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I feel so needy that I don’t think I can wait—I need to come now. I writhe beneath him, trying to get some friction to push me over that blissful edge, but he pulls back with a sound similar to a growl.
“Try that again, and you won’t come,” he warns, releasing my leg to slap my clit.
Why is that so damn hot?
“Walker, please,” I cry out.
His lips curl into a salacious grin as his thumbs move to trace the outside of my pussy. “Did you just scream my name?”
I pant and narrow my eyes in challenge. “It was a request.”
“Hmm,” he muses, sinking two fingers inside me, “let’s see what we can do about that, then.”
I close my mouth, trying to stifle the desperate noises coming from my throat as he returns his expert tongue to my sex and begins to trace circles around my clit. His free hand snakes beneath my ass, trapping me between his face and his grasp as he tugs my body closer.
My legs start to quiver, and I have to dig my fingers into the bedspread to anchor my body. I can feel the force of my orgasm about to crash through me like an avalanche, sweeping away a week’s worth of pent-up tension.
His fingers hook inside of me, though they don’t sweep in the direction of my G-spot, they curve in the opposite direction. At the same time, another finger presses on my tight hole, causing my body to burst in pleasure.
“Fuck, Walker, fuck!” I scream, arching my back as a delicious release zaps through me.
His lips circle my clit and roughly suction my swollen center as I’m coming down from my high. I reach down to pull him away—does he not know that he just did the Lord’s work? He can stop now.
His fingers start pumping in and out of me while he maintains pressure on my other hole. If he keeps this up, I’m going to come again.
“I can’t,” I sigh defeatedly, knowing that no amount of begging is going to stop him.
It’s not that I don’t want him to keep going, because his expert touch feels incredible. But I’ve never come in quick succession like this before, and I have no idea what’s going to happen. Even when I’m hanging with my vibrators, I give myself a little bit of recovery time—this isn’t even enough time to catch my breath.
His answering snarl ricochets through my core, amplifying the sensation to a nearly unbearable level. Without warning, his teeth graze my clit and an almost animalistic sound comes from my lips as the line between my first orgasm and the next one blurs, shattering me into a thousand pieces of overstimulated glass.
I have no idea how long I lie on the bed trying to catch my breath. By the time my heart finally steadies, I lift my heavy head to find Walker planting soft kisses along my hips. His eyes flick to mine, gleaming with wild arousal as he crawls over my exhausted body.
“I’m not done with you yet, little devil. Not even close.”