Chapter 33 #2
Declan hooks his fingers around the sides of my panties and tugs at them. When I lift my hips so he can slide them off, he rewards me with a kiss on the inside of my thigh. The contact makes me shiver and he grins up at me wolfishly, fully aware of the effect he has on me.
Declan slips my panties over my sandalled feet and pockets them. I have a feeling I won’t be getting those back.
When he grabs my ankles and slides them further apart on the floor, I have no choice but to spread my legs for him.
My dress covers me to mid-thigh, but Declan quickly remedies that by bunching the fabric in his fist and tucking it up by my waist. At the sight of my bare pussy he groans, his eyes closing for a brief second.
“I can see you dripping for me.” His words are low and laced with a hunger I wouldn’t have understood before meeting him. This is all so new to me – this need for him, this ache that never seems to go away.
“Please,” I whisper. I’m not sure what I’m begging for. Him, I guess. Whatever he’ll give me.
“As much as I’d love to hear you beg some more,” he says, his hands sliding up my legs until they reach my thighs, “I need to taste you again. Fuck, I dream about my mouth on your pussy.” Leaning over, he slides his hands underneath me so he’s gripping my butt and finally puts his mouth on me.
The first stroke of his tongue against my clit makes me cry out.
I’m already worked up and hanging on the edge from having Declan’s cock in my mouth.
It won’t take much to send me hurtling over that edge toward an orgasm.
When his tongue sinks inside me, then laps at my clit again, I gasp.
Declan eats pussy like a man who’s starved at a Michelin-starred restaurant. He delivers on his promise to devour, but he also tastes and savors and moans right along with me. Each stroke of his tongue against me sends me cresting higher and higher toward that peak.
I sink my hands into his hair and tug, moaning louder when his teeth graze lightly over my clit. “Declan,” I breathe, his name gasping out of me the same way he said mine, like a prayer.
And he answers that prayer without missing a beat. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and he tugs me closer to him, the pressure on my clit so delicious I’m about to burst. As if sensing how close I am, he slides a hand from beneath me and sinks two fingers inside me, curling them slightly.
I combust. My orgasm hurtles through every nerve ending in my body, cresting over me in wave after wave of pure bliss. I sink my hands into Declan’s hair and hold his face tight against me, grinding shamelessly against his mouth while I ride out my orgasm.
When the aftershocks finally subside, Declan sits up and leans in to kiss me, long and slow. It’s the kind of lazy kiss that comes at the end of the night, before parting ways.
But I’m not ready for that just yet. Wordlessly, with my mouth still locked on his, I scoot to the edge of the cushion in front of him. I reach between us, finding him at full mast once again, and I guide his cock to my entrance.
For once, he doesn’t hesitate or second guess. He sinks home, burying himself to the hilt in one go, and I gasp at the sudden, delicious intrusion.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers back. I wind my legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles, and he slides partway out of me before slamming back in, grinding his hips in a way that presses deliciously on my overly sensitive clit.
I hang onto Declan’s shoulders as he picks up a steady rhythm, pounding and grinding and working me back up that peak toward another orgasm.
There’s nothing romantic about it; it’s fast and dirty fucking, right here in the break room, still nearly fully clothed while Declan kneels on the floor. It’s sweaty and it’s messy and it’s so, so fucking hot.
It doesn’t take long before licks of heat begin to spread from the base of my spine up toward my neck again, and my stomach clenches. When Declan leans in and sucks on that spot at the base of my throat, I fall apart.
Declan is right there with me, coming with a groan against my skin as he empties himself inside me. His thrusts begin to stutter and then slow, until we’re both absolutely spent.
We both look down and watch as he slides his cock out of me, and a mixture of both of our releases seeps out.
“Turns out heaven is real, and it’s just watching my cum drip from your cunt,” Declan says reverently. Just like last time, he uses two fingers to push it back in, working his fingers in and out in gentle strokes.
When he’s finished, he surprises me by bringing his hand up to my mouth. I part my lips and he slips his fingers inside, resting them against my tongue.
“Suck,” he commands, and I immediately comply. I taste the saltiness of his release on his skin, mixed with something that’s foreign to me. Something a bit musty, maybe a little bit sweet.
It’s me, I realize.
“Delicious, isn’t it?” Declan murmurs. Satisfied that his fingers are clean, he removes them from my mouth and sets to work righting both of our clothing. He doesn’t return my panties, though.
When he’s finished, he rises and holds out a hand for me to take, pulling me to standing.
I’m a puddle of mush on the tiled floor when he tugs me into his arms and plants a kiss on the top of my head.
“I’ve got another couple hours left of work,” he says into my hair.
“If you’ll be home when I get out, I’ll grab some takeout and stop by your place so we can talk. ”
I smile against his chest, grateful he can’t see the triumphant look on my face.
Because my plan worked.
“I’ll see you then.”