Chapter 10 #2
“Ah!” I cry out, my head flying back, my back arching, and my eyes closing.
My ass gets a solid smack, and then he’s taking my hips and dragging me down onto his face.
He buries his nose in me, inhaling deeply and making a noise that I don’t think can be called human.
His fingers dig brusingly into my hips as his tongue and lips make out with my clit.
Deep kisses and hard licks that have me breathless in seconds.
He slides me back and forth, grinding me against his rough chin, feasting on me like a man possessed, and growling like an animal as he does. Swirls and deep fucks and noises that make my clit vibrate and my pussy leak.
Holy Christmas in Toledo, his mouth. His wicked, diabolical, sinful mouth. I can’t remember the last time someone went down on?—
Oh shit.
“Lenox,” I moan, even as I try to regain control because he’s sucking my clit into his mouth and using his tongue like a delicious weapon. “Do you think Ezra can hear us?”
In a flash, Lenox flips me over and gets right up in my face with a look that robs me of my breath.
One hand meets my neck in a possessive clasp, and his other plunges two fingers straight inside me, all the way to his knuckles, until I’m moaning and whimpering at how deep his long, thick fingers can take me.
“You are not to have another man’s name on your lips while I am inside of you.” He starts pumping fast, furious, and without mercy. “Whether that’s my tongue, my fingers, or my cock.”
I can’t even respond because I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life, and I don’t trust my words or my voice. They’ll betray the maelstrom of all that just did to me, and I can’t have that. Not when we’re this and not anything else .
“Then fuck me so hard, yours is the only name I know,” I challenge instead, quirking an eyebrow even as he rails me so hard and so good with his fingers that I’m a beat away from coming all over them.
It’s noisy and mind-twisting and I’m so wet, and then he’s gone, sliding down my body and flicking the tip of his tongue all over my center.
“Fuck!” I yell, grabbing his hair and ripping at it.
He blows cool air on my throbbing clit and uses his other hand to smack it, once, twice, three times, all the while he continues to thrust and thrust his fingers in and out of me, curling them, quirking them, blowing my absolute mind.
My back arches and my grip on his hair tightens as spasms start to build from within my core, intensifying until I’m a shaking, quivering mess of a woman.
Until I’m screaming and ripping more of his hair and holding his mouth on my clit, pleading with him to never ever stop.
My climax crawls up my spine and splinters me from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.
I don’t know how loud or quiet I am. I might in fact be singing, but I’m also moaning, and words spill from my lips. Needy words. Begging words. Words along the lines of fuck me and give it to me now and I need you inside me and I want, I want, I want.
His tongue swirls one last lingering lick, making me whimper at how sensitive I am, only to whimper again when his fingers slide out of me.
I manage to quirk open my eyes even as I lie here boneless in the center of the king-sized bed.
He licks his fingers clean and then crawls up my body and kisses me again, holding the sides of my head.
He kisses me for a few minutes as if he can’t make himself stop while I catch my ragged breath.
“Don’t move,” he quips with an amused twist of his lips.
“Ha. Funny.”
His body slips from mine, and he takes off his pants and boxer briefs—thank God.
“You’re a midwife.”
I choke on a deranged laugh. “Um. You don’t have the right anatomy for that question.”
He climbs back over me and bites my shoulder. “You were on the pill. Are you still? ”
Oh. Right. That stuff. “No,” I tell him. “But I do have an IUD, and yes, obviously I’ve been tested since I last had sex.”
“Me too.” He smacks my breast, watching it jiggle like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “I need to show you something though.”
Um. “Please tell me it’s not medical.”
He bites down hard on my nipple, making me yelp, and sits me up, giving me a firm tug and another smack to my other tit. Immediately when I sit up, I see what he’s talking about. My jaw drops, and my mouth goes dry.
I count… one, two, three, four. Fuck. He has three barbells going through the underside of his cock and a ring through his tip. Four piercings. In his dick. In his large, thick, veiny, angry-looking dick. He definitely did not have those the last time he was inside me.
I blink and look up into his hooded eyes. “I’m assuming they feel better than they don’t. For me, I mean, as I don’t really care about your pleasure.” I reach out and touch them, dragging my finger up through the thin skin covering the metal and even pushing on the side of a barbell to slide it.
His lips part, and he leans in to kiss me deep and ravenous as I continue to touch him.
To play with his piercings because fuck, I don’t want to stop.
I drag my thumb up over the barbells and pull gently on the hoop, and a groan rips past his lungs and into my mouth.
Suddenly, he’s everywhere, pushing me down, flipping me over until I’m on my stomach, and then hoisting me up, forcing me on all fours.
His chest covers my back and his mouth hovers by my ear as he growls, “You tell me.”
And then he plunges straight into me, all the way to the hilt.
I cry out, because, yes, he is thick and long, but I can feel the metal.
I can feel the barbells roll along my G-spot since he’s taking me from behind, and I know that’s no accident.
The walls of my pussy contract and somehow manage to grow more sensitive than ever before, clenching and unclenching as they grip him.
“Fuck,” he curses, his forehead falling between my shoulder blades. “Fuck, baby. How could I have forgotten how goddamn good your cunt feels?” He sighs a shaky breath. “Or maybe this is why I forced myself to forget.”
His whole weight is on me as he slides almost all the way out and then thrusts all the way back in.
My breath scrambles from my lungs as he starts to piston into me over and over, creating a grueling, punishing, almost cruel rhythm.
With his body over mine like this, he controls my movements, how I take him, how deep he goes.
The friction is like nothing else, rooted deep from within me, awakening every nerve ending I’m comprised of both inside and out.
I grind against him, my hands clawing at the bed linens, and all I can do is gasp and moan.
I quake with how good this feels, my head bowing and my eyes closed as I absorb him pounding into me.
Rough teeth scrape along my spine, the flash of pain quickly followed by his soothing tongue as he licks up my back.
His hand wraps around my neck, not cutting off my air but holding me, using it as leverage, as his possessive way to control how this goes.
His other hand is on my hip, gripping the hell out of me.
My pussy feels swollen and tight around his thick, hard cock, but it’s his piercings—the way they edge and simultaneously play with pain and pleasure—that are twisting up my mind, splintering my thoughts, and yet have me seeking more.
Craving it so bad I can hardly stand it.
I want him to fuck me until he’s torn me apart.
Until I experience a new kind of pleasure I never knew existed.
I arch against him and drop to my elbows, reaching back to rub my clit, needing the extra friction when he reaches down and snags my wrist, bending it behind me and stopping me.
On my next breath, he’s jerking me upright, grabbing my other hand, and pinning both of my wrists behind my back, trapping them between us in the manacle of his large hand.
“Mine,” he grunts, tugging me back until I’m leaning against his chest and he can lock my arms between us. He releases me, and the hand that was on my hip slithers up to my breast, holding it firmly while his other hand goes to my clit.
He hasn’t stopped fucking me. He hasn’t even slowed to take a breath or change up the pace. But now the angle is different, less direct, and he’s forced to pump up into me .
And hell… the way he does that rubs my front wall while his fingers work furiously on my clit.
“My kryptonite. You’re so fucking sexy, Georgia.
” He licks a trail up my neck, but if I thought I was at his mercy before, that has nothing on me now.
I’m his plaything. His toy. All I can do is shift my knees a little wider to give him better access to my clit, to let him slide into me a little deeper, go a little harder.
It’s everything, and in a matter of seconds, I’m coming so hard my orgasm splinters through me, shredding me completely.
I grind down on him, against his fingers, as my head falls back against his chest. A feral groan, low and rough tears from his lips as he slams into me, fucking me to the very brink of what I can take, and then he’s coming too, his release filling me up and already leaking down onto my upper thighs.
His arms wrap around me, and we tumble down onto the bed, both of us panting for our lives as he holds me and tucks me against him, my back to his chest. “Don’t move,” he commands after a quiet moment and then he’s up, going to the bathroom only to return with a cloth to clean me up.
And when that’s done, he pulls back the blankets and drags me under the covers, holding me in a way that naturally makes my traitorous heart thump in my chest.
His fingers glide along the curve of my hip, lulling me into an exhausted stupor. One where I don’t allow any thoughts about what we just did to linger.
That is until I feel him stir behind me, his cock getting hard once more, and he whispers in my ear, “This time I’ll make you feel like a bride.”
And I wonder if once again, I’ll live to regret him.