Chapter 28 #2
“I’ve been dreaming of the moment I’d get to taste you again,” Fox said, watching her with dark eyes.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she said, leaning back against the stalagmite, breath hitching. It acted like a small stool, the damp heat of the stone against her legs.
Fox moved forward on hands and knees, his eyes never breaking from hers.
A wet heat gathered between her thighs as she watched him. He hadn’t even touched her, and she was aching for him.
When he finally reached her, he ran a hand along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps up her calf and thigh. Slowly and gently, he took her leg, giving her a moment to rebalance as he slung it over his shoulder. She reached up, grabbing at a stalactite to steady herself.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking up through golden lashes.
Her “yes” was breathless and drew a self-satisfied smile from him.
He surged forward, lips trailing along her hip and stomach. His tongue dragged along her, moving lower and lower. The muscles in her arms strained to keep her upright as she felt the heat of his mouth dropping down, easing toward where she wanted him—needed him.
A groan built in her throat. And then he changed direction, kissing down along her thigh.
She gasped, a needy and whiny sound that made her face flush.
His lips were soft and warm against her overheated skin.
Every time he moved toward her center and her breath began to hitch, he stopped.
His teeth nipped at her skin. She wanted to scream.
Sweat beaded along her skin, and heat coursed through her blood.
She felt a wanting boiling just beneath the surface, pressing against her skin, as if it might break free.
“I love the way your body trembles for me,” Fox said, the words hot against her skin. “And the sounds you make when you’re trying so hard to hold back.” He hummed, pressing his lips to her skin.
“Fox,” she said, hating that the word came out as a breathy moan. She felt more than heard the chuckle.
“What?” He kissed the crease of her thigh. Too close, yet too far from where she needed him.
She ground her teeth. “You know exactly what.”
He hummed against her thigh. “But I love to hear you beg.”
She was tempted to push him back hard enough to make him fall on his ass, but the wetness building in her core wouldn’t let her. Her body felt beyond her control, and the word slipped out without her permission: “Please.”
He moved, quick as a fox, his tongue tasting her, flicking and twisting and…
“Fuck,” she gasped as his lips found her clit.
One hand came down, fingers braiding into his hair as her ass sought purchase against the stalagmite.
His shoulder was taking most of her weight, but she couldn’t care less as pleasure crashed over her like a wave.
Her head fell back, eyes closed as she just let herself feel.
She’d forgotten how good he was at this. He licked and sucked at her like he was starving and she was sustenance. He gripped her ass as he pulled her tighter against his mouth and she moaned. Her hand flew to her mouth, muffling herself.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he said, pulling back and leaving her panting.
“If they hear—”
“They’ll know who I belong to,” he said, grinning up at her. He looked wicked with his lips swollen and silver eyes dancing with joy. Before she could answer, he was moving again, his tongue making her forget everything else.
She barely registered the first finger as it entered her, but then he was adding a second, twisting until he brushed against the very center of her being. She cried out, the sound of her pleasure echoing through the cavern.
“Fuck, I missed that sound,” Fox said, pulling back just long enough to catch his breath.
His fingers still worked inside her, letting her pleasure neither crest nor dull.
She opened her eyes, seeking out his. He was staring up at her through those impossibly long eyelashes, lips gleaming with her wetness.
His tongue darted out, licking at them as he saw her watching, and her breath hitched.
She threw her head back once more, and his fingers gave a particularly sharp twist, the sensation bordering between pain and pleasure.
“Eyes on me, my captor,” he said, his voice pure gravel. He punctuated his words with teeth against the sensitive skin of her thigh, and she gasped. But she followed his orders, keeping her eyes focused as he smiled and pulled her center back to him.
“Gods,” she gasped, her voice a tremor as his tongue circled her clit at the same pace as his fingers, pumping inside her. His eyes were watching her face, studying every flicker of pleasure that crossed her expression.
The tightness inside her was building fast. Her mind spun with heady pleasure and need.
She didn’t have control over the sounds coming from her own body as her muscles tightened.
His eyes sparked with heat as he saw her trembling on the edge.
His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked.
She shattered, colors bursting through her like broken glass.
She threw her head back, unable to stop her moan as the pleasure rippled out from her in waves until it crested and her muscles released.
Her breathing was ragged, and she looked down at him, unable to hide the awe in her expression.
“I could die happy being suffocated by you,” Fox said, looking up at her with red, swollen lips. She shuddered as he licked softly at her again, the oversensitive nerves sending a fissure of pain and pleasure through her.
But she wouldn’t let him have the last say—not when she held all the power.
She used her hand, still tangled in his hair, to pull his head back, away from her, silently placing her foot back on the ground, in front of his still-kneeling form.
His chest rose and fell as if he’d just run a race.
His cock strained against his pants, and she ached to see him—all of him.
“Take your shirt off,” she said, her gaze hungry.
He moved automatically, fingers retreating to the buttons on his shirt, but then he hesitated, looking at her with a hint of defiance.
She stepped forward, her legs steadier than she expected until she was standing close enough that he had to strain his neck to look up at her. She hooked a finger under his chin, forcing his eyes to stay on hers.
“Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”
She watched the way his eyes darkened—the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
This time, he didn’t hesitate. He unbuttoned the shirt, revealing his pale chest bit by bit.
Her own throat went dry at the slight pink tint of his skin—whether it was from this or the heat of the cave she didn’t know.
Golden hair trailed down his stomach, disappearing beneath his pants.
He waited until she was looking at him again to let the shirt fall from his shoulders.
“Good boy,” she said. Her blood thrummed at the way his pupils dilated and his breath caught. His reaction to those words alone might be her undoing. She stared down at his chest, a fine sheen of sweat across his skin, making it gleam.
She’d forgotten how chiseled his physique was, muscles carved from stone, black tattoos standing out stark against pale skin that didn’t see the sun nearly enough.
If it were up to her, he’d never put his shirt back on.
But she also saw the black ink and scars that were painted across his skin.
She’d seen his back before and the vicious feline there, but now she could see the viper tattoo that usually peeked out from the collar of his shirt.
It twisted down, the snake with its mouth open wide, poised to bite just over where his heart beat beneath his skin.
With a single finger beneath his chin, she bid him to stand.
He did it without question, but she felt the way his body vibrated with unspent need.
She trailed a hand down his chest until her palm was pressed against the rigid length of him trapped in his pants.
A groan escaped his lips, and she rubbed slowly, fingers squeezing him through his pants until his breath started to speed up.
She pulled back, smiling at the way his chest rumbled in complaint.
She didn’t make him wait, her fingers deftly tugging at his laces until they were loose enough to pull his pants down.
His cock sprang free, suddenly unconstrained. She grabbed it, wrapping her fingers around it, caressing it, and listening for the way his breath shook at each movement of her wrist.
“Fuck,” he groaned into her ear. His cock was hot in her hands, and she squeezed, loving the feel of his muscles going rigid and soft against her body in waves. He pulled her into a kiss, his lips velvet against hers. He breathed his groans into her mouth as her fingers explored his length.
She ran a thumb along his tip, catching the bead of moisture there as she broke their kiss, licking her way down his neck and across his chest. Fingers and hands continued to explore, taking note of every movement that drew a groan, a whimper, or a shudder.
“Too slow,” he said, moving suddenly, large hands wrapping around her hips and ass, trying to take control.
She tightened her grip on his cock until he let out a soft whimper and stopped moving. “I can go slower.”
He groaned, his head falling against her shoulder. “Please don’t. What do you want from me?”
“Lay down,” she said, “on your back.”
He nodded, kicked his pants away before lowering himself to the ground carefully.
His cock only seemed to grow more rigid as she watched him, lip between her teeth.
Even lying beneath her gaze, he managed to look cocky.
One hand behind his head, he reached down slowly with his other and tugged at himself.
His eyes fluttered, and he let out a long, overdrawn groan.