Chapter 15 #2
“So sure.” I don’t wait for him to say okay, I dive back down onto his cock and suck like I’m trying to pull his pleasure straight from the source. I move his hand from the top of my head, to the back, giving him permission to help me go deeper.
I know I need help. And I know I want it.
Just from Ty. Only from Ty.
He’s hesitant at first, I can understand why. But when I sink down and start to gag, he helps me. Ty’s grabbing my hair and holding me slightly so I can relax into the spot before letting up so I can catch a breath.
“You look so pretty sucking my cock. I’m going to want this every day for the rest of my life.” His eyes are locked on me, on where his dick disappears beneath my lips. “You’re going to be full of me every day for the rest of your life. Mark my words, carino.”
That’s the plan, baby.
Because I know it. This is it. Ty’s… Ty’s it for me. He’s the one I’ve graded any other person against. He’s the one I’ve sacrificed for, and the one I’d do so again and again in a heartbeat. I know that we fell in love back then and the time between us hasn’t caused it to fade.
I run my tongue under his shaft and slide him as deeply as I can, while at the same time use my hand to gently cup his balls and Ty’s whole body responds.
“Oh god, oh fuck, goddamnit, Roxie. Roxie, I’m going to come, I’m… Tell me where you want it,” he’s babbling, so fucking close to giving me what I want, and I know my one pair of underwear are ruined. I don’t move. I don’t answer him.
Not verbally anyway.
I simply swallow around him and he groans louder.
“Roxie, Roxie,” he moans loudly, trying to pull back, but I hold his thighs with my hands and force him to come in my mouth.
Thick ropes fill my mouth and I wait until he’s done before swallowing it all down. His cum is salty, vicious, but not unpleasant.
It’s Ty, and it’s his pleasure that I just took as my own.
Then getting to watch him watch me… I didn’t think he could look more surprised, but the moment I swallowed his cum down, he looked like he might come again.
“You are the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says reverently, his thumb swiping over my lips as if to clean me up.
But we both know I didn’t let one drop spill.
Ty growls aggressively, pulling me to my feet before lifting me like I weigh nothing and setting me on their kitchen table.
The table itself is old and rickety, so I just have to hope that it will survive.
I’m here for whatever it is he wants to do to me. I might even let him spit in my mouth. I swear to god.
Ty pushes me so I’m laying flat against the table, pulling the sweats I’m wearing down slowly, teasingly, almost like he’s savoring it. His eyes are locked on mine, waiting for any sign I’m not one hundred percent into it. Still giving me the power, even when he wants to take it.
“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper roughly, sitting up on my elbows to watch him look at each inch of skin he reveals like he’s salivating over a Victorian ankle. My chest rises and falls as he reaches back for his shirt collar and pulls it over his head in a devastatingly hot move.
“You want me to tell you, carino? You want to know exactly what’s playing in my mind?
” Ty asks huskily as his hands trace up either side of my legs and bunch the fabric of my–his–shirt, pushing it up until he’s basically laying over me to pull the shirt over my head and I let him. “Or do you want to just feel it?”
My eyes close and my head falls back.
“Tell me,” I whisper. I love his voice normally. But now? Oh fuck me, now, it’s dark, deep, husky. Accented because he’s letting himself slip. It’s like my favorite song on repeat. The perfect combination that makes my heart skip and my head fuzzy.
“Okay, baby, okay,” he whispers, “first, I’m getting you naked.
I haven’t gotten to see you, really see you and I don’t know if I can last another fucking minute without feasting on your body.
” My eyes open to see his tracing every line, every mark, every muscle, every spot on my body as I’m no longer covered by his clothes or mine.
My sports bra covers me up, but his fingers are already there, digging under the band to pull it off me.
Thank fuck for front clasps.
With one motion, he unlocks the clasp and my nipples immediately pebble with the cool air as it hits my overheated skin.
“I’m going to get you naked for me, and then I’m going to taste every part of your skin that I can.
Teasingly, reverently, kissing each bruise you’ve received and cover it up with a touch of love,” he says softly, leaning over to kiss a bruise on my collarbone.
“I’m going to keep kissing, mark by mark, until you can’t stand it any longer and are dripping on my table. Understand?”
He flips from sweet and tender to fucking dominant so quickly that I’m not prepared for it and moan.
Ty’s fingers tilt my face to his as he forces me to look at him, and my breath catches. “Make that noise again and see how quickly I pull another from those pretty lips.”
“Oh god, Ty,” I say softly, completely lost in him now.
“God has nothing to do with this,” he smirks and cups one of my tits before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking.
Did not know I was into that.
There’s a first for everything and now I know I want him to do that every single time from now on.
His hand goes to my other breast and pulls the nipple with his fingers, causing a shock of soft pain to shoot down my body while his tongue swirls the nipple in his mouth.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” I whisper, arching my chest into his mouth. Both of his hands slide down to my waist, right where my rib cage ends and he holds me up so I don’t have to.
“Ruining you for anyone else. This is it, Roxie. You feel it too, don’t you?
” He groans against my skin, kissing lower, making sure his tongue drags on my skin over every single mark I’ve received.
Ty works from side to side with varying pressure and intensity until his hands hook under my thighs and he mimics what I did earlier, and falls to his knees for me.
Before pulling me closer to the edge of the table so my clothed heat is directly in front of his face before he puts a thigh over each shoulder.
“Has anyone eaten your pussy before, carino?” he asks darkly.
I don’t want to lie, so I give him the most honest answer I can. “Not because they wanted to.”
Ty smirks like I just handed him a challenge. “Well, baby, buckle in because I fucking want it.” And with that last word, he dives into me.
My underwear is still on, but that doesn’t stop him in the slightest. He mouths the drenched fabric over and over until my breathing hitches harder and he focuses on my clit.
My back arches again, pressing my pussy into his face more.
Slowly, frustratingly slowly, Ty uses his index finger and slides the absolutely ruined scrap of fabric to the side and gently blows against the wetness there, making me shiver.
I lift my head up so I can see him and force my eyes to stay open.
Ty’s not looking at my eyes–he’s not looking at me to make sure I’m enjoying it, no, he’s entranced.
Mouth dropped open slightly, eyes locked in like he’s unlocking the best present he never expected to get.
He breathes in through his nose and shudders as he exhales.
The breath fans my wetness and I clench down.
“Do that again, Rox,” he whispers, dragging his eyes from my pussy to my eyes, “but make sure the next time you do that, I’m inside you. Tongue, finger, cock. Something so I can feel it too.”
His words have the desired effect because I moan and thrust upward so that his nose hits my clit. I swear, the look he gives me is feral. Without another word, another tease, he yanks my hips towards him again and devours me.
Ty’s tongue slides through my folds and spears into me with precision that I’d only ever read about in books.
My fingers fly to his hair as I drop my back down to the table and I cry out.
“Oh my god, Ty!”
He doesn’t pull back or say anything, but I can feel the smile against my core and his fingers bite into the crease of my upper thighs where he holds me hostage.
His tongue keeps working me over, and I feel his hand leave my thigh. He’s moving to hold me open. Open.
I’ve never been so…exposed to someone voluntarily and it immediately makes me nervous. Ty must feel it or see it, because he sits up slightly and I can see only his eyes.
“Is this okay?”
I nod, not trusting my voice to not shake. Because honestly, I’m not fully sure if it is. And this is probably not the time to tell him I don’t even know if I can get off through oral alone, but I’m so happy to let him try.
“Roxanne,” he growls, running the pad of his thumb over my clit in soft, lingering, breathtaking circles that have me trying to chase his touch for more.
“I haven’t gotten off this way before, and…the way you’re holding me is very… There’s nowhere to hide.”
“Exactly,” Ty says strongly, sitting up higher so I can see his face.
“There’s nowhere to hide. I want to see you.
I want all of you, Roxie. I don’t want the pieces you show or pieces you think are acceptable, I want every single part of you.
Good, bad, dirty, dark, violent, gushing.
I want it all.” He leans down and kisses my thigh sweetly, before whispering darkly, “In terms of getting off from my mouth, oh baby,” His eyes narrow and he has a wolfish grin on his face like I just gave him a prize. “That’s another first I get of yours.”
With that last word echoing between us, Ty finds the wettest part of my underwear and rips. Easily. Like it was a piece of paper between us. He yanks the seams at the sides and pulls the fabric clean from my body.
“You owe me more underwear,” I groan and he chuckles darkly in response.
“I’ll deliver,” he mutters.