Chapter Thirteen #2
His gaze darkened and heated until she could feel the warmth on her skin.
His attention locked onto her, following every move she made.
When she was close, he widened his legs and glanced down between them before looking back up at her.
A non-verbal command she followed at once, stepping between his muscular thighs.
“Saint,” she whispered. “We can’t…”
“What do you want? Fuck everything else, fuck everyone else. What do you want right here and right now?”
Time slowed as they stared at each other. Her heartbeat thudded slowly and steadily, pulsing in her ears. She swallowed.
“I want to make you feel as good right now as you made me feel last night.”
His eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath.
No doubt he thought she’d say she wanted his hands on her again, and she did, but first she wanted a turn at driving him out of his mind.
“Fuck.” His head fell back on the couch as he swore. When he raised back up, the primal desire staring back at her stole her breath. He lifted his hips, hooked his thumbs in the sides of his sweats, and shoved them down, kicking them off in one fluid move.
And there he was gloriously and unapologetically naked.
Her gaze dropped to his cock, thick and flushed dark with arousal, already leaking at the tip as it curved up toward his abs like it was begging for her attention. God, he was big. Her inner walls clenched at the thought of taking all of him.
“Have at it.”
Her mouth watered. It had been a long time since she wanted to give a man head. She wanted to lick and suck while feeling the weight of a cock in her mouth. But she wanted it now more than anything.
“You’re sure?” she asked in a moment of sanity. “Be sure, Saint, because this is such a bad idea.”
“I’m fucking sure, Beth. I want your mouth, I want your hands, and I want your pussy.”
Her eyes widened, and her sex clenched.
“Fuck everything else.”
“Fuck everything else,” she whispered. There were only so many ways she could make sure he understood the gravity of the situation.
They wanted each other, both fully aware of the consequences.
And though they’d protect this in secret as much as they could, should the worst happen before it burned itself out and someone discovered them, she’d do her damnedest to shield him from Copper’s wrath.
He winked, and the simple, playful action sealed the deal for good.
She sank to her knees on his plush carpet, giving him a wicked grin.
“Look at you on your knees for me.” His voice dipped, rough and hungry. “You gonna let me fill that pretty mouth, Beth? Let me feel that throat swallow around my cock?”
“I am.” She glided her hands up his inked, lightly furred thighs as she inched closer on her knees. “And I’m going to make you lose your mind.”
His smirk did something to her insides, twisted them all up in a tangle of knots. She ignored it. This was nothing more than a physical release, so that’s where his focus would lie.
She wrapped her hand around his erection, loving the immediate hiss that left his lips. He was long, thick, and so hot against her palm, and hell, he’d feel good inside her.
Maintaining eye contact, she lowered her head and licked around the crown of his dick, tasting the salty bead of precum that had gathered there.
His eyelids grew heavy, forcing him to watch her through slits.
His grunt and a few whispered curses spurred her on.
She drew the head between her lips, sucking as she teased the sensitive underside with her tongue.
“Christ, your mouth is so fucking hot.”
She smiled around his cock and then set about shattering him.
She took him to the back of her throat, fighting the reflexive urge to gag, and his whole body jerked in response.
His abs contracted, thighs tensing beneath her palms, and the groan that tore from his chest sounded like it was ripped from somewhere deep inside him.
His hands flew to her hair, gripping but not controlling, letting her set the pace. “Fuck, that’s it. God, Beth, this mouth is fucking sinful.”
Yes. Tell me how much you love it.
This was what she craved. The words. Hearing how much Saint enjoyed everything she was doing to him. He seemed to understand what she wanted instinctually, or maybe they were just that damn compatible.
She worked up to a furious rhythm, bobbing on his cock as she’d never experienced anything better.
He hit the back of her throat again and again, and while in the past she might have backed off or tried to end it quickly, his constant stream of mindless chatter and praise made her want to spend the next hour right there swallowing his cock.
“More, Beth. More, more, more. Baby, it’s so fucking good. You’re so good.”
After being with someone who put her down for so long, Saint’s admiration drove her wild. Maybe she’d developed a praise kink after being with a jerk for almost two years. She kept at him, adding her hands to the mix, raking her nails up his thighs. His back arched as he groaned.
“So beautiful,” he managed between rapid breaths. “So beautiful with that mouth stretched wide around my cock.”
She hummed around him, letting the vibration travel through his shaft, and he cried out a raw, broken sound that made her pussy clench. His grip tightened in her hair, fingers flexing against her scalp, but still letting her have control.
“Fuck, I felt that all the way in my balls. You like that, huh? Like it when I tell you how good you suck me? How it’s the best mouth I’ve ever felt?”
She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of intense lust crashed over her.
She was drenched, her pussy throbbing in time with each stroke of her mouth.
The ache between her thighs had become almost unbearable.
She was tempted to shove her pants down and ride her own fingers to take the edge off.
Instead, she focused her efforts on Saint, doubling down until he began to tremble, and the skin beneath her palms grew slick with sweat.
“Fuck, Beth, I’m close.” His voice had gone ragged, wrecked. “Get ready, baby. I’m about to fill that pretty throat.”
She whimpered and took him deep one more time, swallowing around him as his cock pulsed against her tongue. He came with a guttural shout, his entire body bowing forward as he spilled hot and thick down her throat.
“Fuck!” The word tore out of him, raw and desperate, as she swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks until he collapsed back against the couch, chest heaving.
He softened between her lips while his body settled from the powerful contractions. She let him slip from her lips, lifting to meet his sated gaze. Thank God she couldn’t see herself reflected in his eyes. She must look like a damn mess with rumpled hair, swollen lips, and saliva on her chin.
As she opened her mouth to say who knew what, Saint surged forward and grabbed her under her arms. In one world-tilting move, he had her on her back on the couch while he jerked her pants and panties off together. Then he bent her knees, shoving them wide.
Oh God, was he going to return the favor? “Wha—”
“Yes or no?”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded her head so fast the room spun. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
He gave her the most roguish grin imaginable right before he lowered his head and dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, devastating stroke. She cried out and arched her hips, but he grabbed them and anchored her to the couch before devouring her like a man starved.
“Oh my God,” she shouted. It was so intense, so good, the way he tongued and sucked at her clit. She was already so turned on that, at this rate, she was going to come in three seconds flat.
Her neck arched, and she tried to thrust against his talented tongue, but he held her trapped in the most erotic prison.
“I’m not going to last.” She threw an arm over her eyes. “Oh, God, Saint, I’m not going to last.”
She swore she could feel his lips curl into a smile against her sex. “You loved sucking my cock that much, huh?” He shoved his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and the world whited out.
She screamed as the orgasm slammed into her.
Suddenly and devastatingly, pleasure ripped through her in violent waves.
Her back arched off the couch, thighs clamping around his head as she shattered, coming so hard she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and could only shake beneath his relentless mouth.
After, she melted into the couch, exhausted and shaken from the power of the swift and brutal orgasm.
“Damn, I am good. What was that, fifteen seconds?”
She lifted her head and flipped him off as she laughed, finding him crawling up her body, still gloriously naked and smirking.
Ice flooded her veins. No. Oh no, he could not make her laugh. Getting each other off was one thing, but teasing and laughing? That was dangerous. He either needed to shut up or say something obnoxious before she started drifting toward hazardous thoughts, such as she might actually like this guy.
Saint sighed and let his forehead fall to her chest. “Fuck. I have to get to the clubhouse,” he muttered against her shirt.
To meet with your father.
Welp, that did the trick.
She wasn’t laughing anymore.