21. That Sweet Little Whimper #2
She works me with a slow, relentless rhythm, eyes wide and deceptively innocent as she looks up through her lashes.
One hand cups my balls, squeezing, while the other pumps me firmly at the base.
She moans a soft hum, the vibration tearing through me like lightning.
She’s too good at this— way too good. A dark thought flashes, unbidden, but I slam it down before it can take root.
“Melina,” I rasp, voice hoarse with strain. “If you don’t want me to come down the back of your throat, you need to stop. Now.”
She smiles around me, eyes blazing with intent. Then she doubles down—sucking harder, deeper, faster. My whole body jolts as pleasure coils viciously tight. My grip fists harder in her hair, seconds from breaking.
“Fuck, baby—I’m coming,” I snarl, muscles locking tight as I explode hot and hard down her throat. My vision whites out, and I collapse back against the wall, completely wrecked.
She rises slowly, lips glistening, tongue flicking out as she swallows every drop. The sight steals what little breath I have left. Holy shit. This woman is going to be the death of me—and I don’t fucking care.
Once I compose myself, I lift my gaze. Melina leans against the counter, arms braced behind her, watching me with that lazy, knowing smile that makes my pulse spike all over again.
I stalk toward her. “That was… the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Her smile curves wider, gaze gleaming with mischief. “Glad you liked it.”
“The things you can do with your mouth…” I murmur, still in awe.
She lets out a low laugh, sultry and teasing. “What can I say? I give good head.”
My expression darkens, jealousy hitting like a sucker punch. The image of her mouth on someone else flashes through my mind, searing and corrosive. My fists clench before I can stop them.
She notices instantly, her smile fading. “Hey,” she whispers, stepping close, laying a steady hand on my chest. Her eyes search mine, soft but certain. “Don’t go there. That was my past. You’re my future.”
Her sincerity melts my unease in an instant. None of that matters. Just her and me—right here, right now.
I scoop her naked body into my arms and throw her over my shoulder.
“Matty!” she squeals, laughing. “Put me down!”
“Never, wench,” I growl playfully, giving her bare ass a sharp smack. She yelps, still laughing, as I carry her to the bed and toss her onto the mattress.
Before she can react, I’m on her—pinning both wrists above her head, my mouth crashing against hers. Needing. Devouring.
“Your turn,” I whisper darkly, kissing down her jaw. I release her wrists, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding lower until I find her slick, swollen clit. I circle it slowly, torturously, and she writhes beneath me with a needy whimper.
“That sweet little whimper isn’t enough, Melina. I want to hear you screaming my name.”
I’m already mapping her—every gasp, every shiver, every sound etched into memory. Each time she climbs toward the edge, I pull back, leaving her groaning in frustration. Minutes stretch, her pleas breaking apart into desperate little cries.
“Please, God, Matty. I can’t…”
I trail slow kisses down her throat, pausing at the hollow above her collarbone to flick my tongue inside, savoring the taste of her skin. Lower still, I wrap my lips around one perfect nipple and suck hard.
She yelps, fingers tangling in my hair. “Fuck!”
Her raw, unguarded sounds nearly undo me, but I take my time—switching sides, licking and sucking until her body is trembling with need.
“Please,” she begs, breathless, broken.
I lift my head, pinning her with my stare. “Do you want my mouth?”
She nods fast, eyes dark. “Yes.”
I settle between her thighs, dragging in a deep breath as I nuzzle into her soaked slit. She smells so fucking good, I could drown in her. My cock throbs, aching, but I push it down—I want to savor this.
I kiss and lick everywhere except where she wants me, teasing her mercilessly, knowing exactly what she needs and making her wait for it.
She bucks wildly beneath me, a broken cry spilling out of her. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“No, baby,” I murmur darkly, hovering above her most sensitive spot. “Just making you squirm.”
Her hips roll desperately, and I hold her down, smirking against her skin. “Are you ready?”
I don’t wait for her answer. My tongue drags from her dripping entrance all the way up until I reach that swollen bundle of nerves. I flick against it once, twice—then seal my lips and suck hard.
That’s all it takes. Her orgasm crashes through her—back arched, legs trembling, hips grinding into my mouth. I ease off just enough, soothing her with soft kisses, careful not to overstimulate.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, eyes half-lidded, desperate. “More.”
I dive back in, claiming her as I drive two fingers deep inside. She rides me hard, grinding against every stroke of my tongue and hand until she’s spiraling fast, right on the edge.
“Matt—fuck! I’m gonna come again—”
“Yes, baby,” I growl against her. “Come for me.”
She screams my name as another powerful climax rips through her, clenching tight around my fingers. Jesus. The multiple orgasm thing isn’t a myth. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn sexy in my life.