Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ADDISON
His words hung in the air between us, and I sucked in a breath. I had no doubt in my mind I’d be doing exactly that before this night was through.
When I didn’t respond, he tightened his fingers against my hips. “You’ve gotta tell me, Addie. This is your show tonight. I want everything you do, so take it. Whatever you want. Use me however you need, baby girl.”
His words sent a shudder rolling through me.
Sometimes I liked when he took all the options away from me and did what he wanted.
Told me what to do or didn’t give me a choice in the matter.
I spent the majority of my life doing exactly that, being that person for everyone else, so it was a nice respite not to have to think about anything but my own pleasure.
But right now, I needed it. Needed his big body at my mercy. Needed to know I was in control of everything that happened tonight.
Especially when I hadn’t felt in control of anything between us in more than a year.
The trouble now, though, was I wanted it all.
I wanted to ride him—wanted to sink down on his perfect cock, gasping at the unrelenting stretch as he filled me like no one else ever had.
Wanted his fingers in me while he kissed me within an inch of my life, making me go off with seemingly little effort, as if my body was an instrument he’d been playing his whole life.
But more than anything, I wanted what I’d been thinking about in the first place…
What had gotten us right here to this moment.
“I want your mouth.”
Chase groaned, and before I could so much as blink, he hauled me up until I was hovering over his face, my knees sinking into the pillow on either side of his head.
“Thank Christ. Been dreaming about tasting your come for months. Now, put your hands on the headboard and give me what we both want. Suffocate me if you have to, but you better not lift that sweet pussy off my face until you’ve come all over it. ”
Jesus. I was already breathless, and we hadn’t even started yet. A shudder worked its way through me, and I barely managed to get out, “Thought I was in charge…”
He grinned up at me, shooting me that devilish fucking smirk that melted me without fail. “You’re about to smother me with your cunt while my cock is leaking all over itself because of you. Believe me, baby girl, you’re definitely the only one in charge tonight.”
I didn’t know what it was about seeing this man at the mercy of someone half his size.
Giving up all control so I could have it when he knew I needed it.
But more than that, it was that he’d known it, period.
He’d always had a way of doing that. Of studying me so intently, he could give me what I craved before I even realized I was craving it.
I gripped the headboard and spread my legs wider above him, slowly sinking down until I was close enough for him to lick a path straight through my seam.
At the first contact of his tongue against me, I tossed back my head on a moan, rocking my hips against his face, every nerve ending in my body primed and waiting for release.
God, it’d been too long since I’d felt this, and I wasn’t sure once would be enough.
As if agreeing with my thoughts, Chase groaned, cupping my ass in his large hands and holding me tight to his face while he devoured me. Before long, I was lost to the pleasure, my body having a mind of its own. I rocked over him, rolling my hips in a frenzy and rubbing my pussy all over his face.
The thought made me pause, my movements stuttering as the reality of what I was doing caught up with me and embarrassment seeped in. But he only dug his fingers tighter into my ass, guiding me to keep doing what I was, his eyes determined as he stared up at me from between my thighs.
He pulled back just enough to say, “Don’t you dare stop. Grab my head and take what you need. Rub this sweet cunt all over my face. Ride my tongue and show me how much you love to come all over it, baby girl. I want you dripping down my chin by the time you’re done.”
I barely managed to choke out his name, need clawing its way up my throat. My pussy throbbed, the ache deep inside unrelenting, and I couldn’t stop myself—didn’t want to stop myself—from doing exactly what he said.
Gripping the headboard with one hand, I brought my other down on his head to hold him right where I wanted him.
And then I lowered myself, rocking against his face, and he ate my pussy like it was his favorite meal.
He rubbed his lips back and forth, his scruff scraping over every inch of me.
Over my lips, down my seam, teasing my clit…
the sharp pricks of it paired with the smooth, gentle glide of his tongue shooting me faster and faster toward my release.
He groaned into me, his tongue working harder, hands cupping my ass and holding me tight to him.
Making sure I took everything I needed, just like he’d told me.
His gaze stayed locked on mine the whole time, his eyes hot and hungry…
ravenous, and I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t do anything but stare down at him between my thighs, mouth agape, as he took me straight to the edge of reason and shoved me over the cliff without mercy.
Moaning, I held his head in place and ground my pussy against him, our eyes locked as I shuddered through my release. But even as the waves of bliss crashed over and through me, my body still somehow ached for more. Ached for him.
Rather than lick me soft and sweet, slowly bringing me down off my high, Chase never let up.
Even as I arched my back, desperate to either get closer or farther away, he held me to his mouth, not allowing me a second of reprieve.
He guided my hips against him, urging me faster and working me through one orgasm and straight into another, groaning when I found my pleasure once again.
When he was finally satisfied and I was a boneless mess barely clinging to the headboard—and the threads of reality, if I was being honest—he lifted me off him, lowering me until I once again straddled his hips.
He slipped his hand around my neck, threading his fingers into my hair, and brought my face to his.
“Fucking delicious.” His lips shone with my come, his chin coated with the proof of how much I’d enjoyed his mouth, and I wanted to lick up every drop.
Wanted to taste myself on his tongue. Taste the two of us together.
“Do it,” he said, his voice rough and low, his cock straining against me. “Taste how fucking much you love to come all over my face.”
My clit throbbed at his words, aching for more despite what he’d already given me. I loved that he knew exactly what I wanted without my having to say anything. I couldn’t help but rock over him, grinding myself against his thick shaft as I cupped his face in my hands.
With our eyes locked, I dragged my tongue over his chin, collecting everything that was left of the orgasms he’d coaxed out of me. I sucked his top lip, then the bottom, before sliding my tongue inside, moaning at our combined taste.
He groaned into my mouth and fisted the hair at the base of my skull, holding me tight to him. He tasted me as if he never wanted this kiss to end. As if he’d never get enough.
I wasn’t sure either of us would.
I wanted forever with him like this. Just our bodies speaking to each other in the quiet of the night. Nothing and no one to break through our bubble of bliss.
Not even ourselves.