Chapter 24
“But I have one condition.” I smiled sweetly.
“Yeah, baby, and what would that be?”
“Let me unbutton your shirt first. I want your sexy body to be the last thing I see before you cover my eyes.” I dropped my feet from the counter and leaned forward.
I was already reaching for the top button on his dress shirt before he answered, knowing he wouldn’t reject me.
“Have at it.”
Popping each button open, his dark olive skin made me melt the more I stared. My fingers frolicked over every groove and muscle on his body, and just as I was getting sucked into the way his skin burned like fire, the soft silk fabric of his tie wrapped securely around my eyes.
“Is this okay?”
“Perfect.” I licked my lips in anticipation.
The fabric was tight—not too tight—but secure enough that I wouldn’t be able to see a thing. It didn’t matter if I tried to open my eyes or not, all I saw was the imprint of his broad chest and carved stomach. The picture of him burned into my eyelids.
“You have no idea how good you look.”
Right back at ya.
Spencer startled me with a firm grip around my wrists, ripping my hands away from his smooth chest. I already missed the way his warm skin burned in my hands, but I couldn’t wait to see how his touch would surprise me next.
Feeling confident under his hungry gaze, I propped up on my hands and brought myself back up to the counter. Spreading my legs, I offered him a good hard look at me without a care in the world what I looked like doing this blindfolded.
“Have you been blindfolded before, Avery?” His thumbs slid up my legs at a torturously slow pace.
“I’ve done a lot of things,” I swallowed, heavily, “but not with someone I have feelings for.”
It was true. Being an escort, I signed up for just about anything.
I’d been through the motions of being blindfolded, having my hands tied, even my feet, or whatever kink my client might have had on any given night.
But going through the motions didn’t mean I felt anything.
While the times before had been a show, I could already tell in this moment, Spencer made me eager and anxious for what was to come.
“I like you, Avery. A lot. I’m going to show you just how much, is that okay with you?” His voice was strangled, almost like if he didn’t get a taste of me soon, he’d break.
If I had to guess, his eyes were cemented on my body, his cock rock hard beneath his pants, leaking from the tip.
“More than okay.”
I could hear him adjusting as he took a knee; his face was hovering right over my pussy, and his warm breath invaded my space. Being this exposed to him was the most turned on I’d ever felt in my life. It left me wet and begging for him while my imagination took over the rest.
His breath tickled the insides of my thighs, and when I reached out for his hair, it only confirmed how achingly close to me he was.
I was growing impatient.
“Taste me, Spencer. Please.” I pulled his head toward me with a light tug, feeling desperate for his mouth.
A raspy chuckle filled the space around me.
“You know, the best part of being blindfolded is fully giving up your control—trusting me. Anticipating the next move. Being shocked when it comes and fully embracing the feel of it without being able to see it. Depriving your eyes of being able to see me will only heighten your orgasm. Trust me, baby.”
“I trust you.” The expectancy was so high that I felt greedy, but then again, I wanted moments like this with Spencer to last forever.
Once upon a time, my life was nights filled with men I couldn’t care less about. Men who paid to use me as their sex toy and I’d allow them. I spent hours counting down the minutes that it could all be over. Waiting for them to come just so I could fake my enjoyment alongside them.
Spencer had been the first man to bring me to that point since my ex. And even then, his fingers alone were a million times better than any dick I’d ever experienced.
Catching me off guard, he blew lightly against my clit and unexpectedly brought both of his hands up to my tits. When he pinched both nipples with a roughness I wasn’t anticipating, my hips bucked forward, arching my back.
The coarseness of his touch and the light breaths against my clit had been polar opposites. But both sensations made my stomach drop, and he had yet to even put his mouth on me.
“Yes,” I hissed.
I embraced the pain he applied to my nipples; every sensation about it exhilarated me. But it didn’t last long when he quickly soothed it with a pleasant swipe of his tongue across each one.
“Yes, Spencer. Your mouth.” I needed more of it.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect, Bella.”
I pushed my chest out, inviting him to caress me more.
Working his way down, his tongue moved along my body, calming every bite he placed on my skin.
“You’re dripping.”
His hands ran up my thighs, dangerously close to where I craved him.
“Just for you, Daddy.” Every time I used that word on him, he folded. I could only hope that one little word would make him cave enough to give me what I wanted.
“Fuck it.”
Bingo.
The tip of his tongue trailed from the bottom of my entrance, all the way to my clit.
With one long swipe, he already had me shaking. The sensation of being able to feel his mouth on me, the mystery of what he looked like between my legs—devouring me—was out of this world erotic.
“Jesus, you taste even better than how I imagined. Fucking heaven.”
He went in for another swipe. And another. Repeating the process until his beard rubbed me raw. I wished I could see his face between my legs for the first time, but the feeling of it was hot enough that I could picture it clear as day.
After devouring my slick center, he latched on to my clit. The vibrations of his moans and the suction from his mouth felt more intense than I’d ever felt before.
My hips naturally started to grind against his face, and my hand snaked up to my chest, toying with my nipple and plucking it even harder than he had been just moments ago.
Unable to match the sounds he made to the way he looked, I imagined his heady eyes from the night I tasted him on my tongue.
I imagined his hand grabbing his cock firmly through his slacks, forcing himself not to come solely based on the way I tasted.
I imagined I was the best he’d ever had just like he was for me.
“Yes. Yes,” I chanted, filling the space around us with my moans. With each suck and lick, he brought me closer to the finish line.
“You’re fucking drenched, Avery. My beard is soaked.”
He dove in for more.
I didn’t have to see myself to know I was wet. Between him going down on me, the blindfold depriving me of my sight, and my orgasm peeking through, I was fully aware of what this man was capable of doing to my body.
“Oh my God,” I panted, my breaths becoming shorter.
“Come on my tongue. I need to taste all of you.”
Everything about his mouth sent me over the edge. His filthy words. The way his tongue worked me so precisely, like he’d already known his way around my pussy from experience.
“I’m there, Spencer. I-I’m there.”
With one hand fisting his hair, and the other tightly pinching my nipple, I rode out every drop of my orgasm on his tongue.
Licking me clean, he continued to eat like he was going back for seconds. Helping himself until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“You have no idea how pretty you look when you come, baby.” His voice vibrated against my thighs before he stood up and slipped the silk from my eyes.
My vision took a moment to adjust to the bright light, but when it did, I took in the man in front of me.
Hair a mess, lips glistening with traces of me, his shirt wide open, and chest heaving at the same rate as mine. We sat there in a daze, me recovering from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, and him with a look on his face like he was ready to pounce the moment I was ready for round two.