Chapter 14 #3
Those words fill me with something warm, something that loosens desires that have been tied down for far too long. Freeing the restraints that have leashed me into the version of me that was palatable for others.
All that “too much” I have to keep locked away. It’s not too much for him.
It’s fucking freeing.
He sees when his words land, hitting where he intended.
“Now fucking ride me. And don’t be gentle or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Listening, I let my lower half fall down on him, and there’s nothing gentle about the way my skin slaps onto his with the contact.
It takes just a second to settle in—distracted by the feel of his tongue probing, slipping and sliding—for me to get my bearings, and then I follow his orders.
I start riding.
Using him, like he asked.
Determined to get a night that’s worth the humiliation of begging for him.
The man has no clue what he’s in for.
Hands braced on his stomach, I work myself into a rhythm over his mouth, grinding with abandon, following the directions my body gives me, wherever and whatever feels good.
His groans, the roaming of his hands, the desperation in the way he grips me, bringing me closer, pulling me harder, it spurs me on. Unhinges me.
I find myself bouncing, grinding, gyrating in ways I’ve only ever done to my toy collection as he buries his tongue in me with every movement.
Sliding back and leaning forward, I put my clit right over his mouth and beg him to play with it through my movements.
His tongue slides over the slick surface, shooting deliciously intense waves of pleasure through my entire core, and I moan, pressing my breasts against his abdomen and pumping my hips over his face for more.
Like this, I can almost forget who it is that’s beneath me. That it’s the man I can’t stand. When he eats me out like it’s what he was born to do, he’s not nearly as irritating as I normally find him.
But when he stops? He goes straight to the top of my shit list once more.
“New game plan,” he murmurs, pausing to lick my entire pussy in one long, slow swipe. “I’m eating this pussy until I come.”
Shit. I was having such a good time, I forgot what else I was having fun with. Why I’m here in the first place. My eyes lock in on the target and I lick my lips at the sight of the precum leaking out from the head.
“And Lexi?”
I turn back, eyes locking on his. His stubble glints with evidence of his meal, and it looks good on him.
“I’m not stopping until you suck me dry.”
My throat bobs at his words. The thought makes me wet, the challenge in the threat one I’m confident I can live up to.
“Are you saying if I make you come first, you’ll stop eating me out? And you’ll finally fuck me?”
His head shakes to one side, lips tilted up. “Not gonna happen, bella. Bet I can get you to come more than once before you finish me off.”
My first grin of the night lights up my face.
I know something he doesn’t.
But for once, he doesn’t realize what I’m thinking, and his cocky ass keeps running his mouth. “I’m addicted to the way your thighs shake when I’m between them. Once isn’t enough tonight.”
He slips a finger into my entrance as he talks, just the tip, causing me to clench and almost forget my train of thought for just a second, but I reel myself back in.
It finally feels like we’re on uneven ground where, for once, I have the upper hand.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Chef. If I can get you off before you make me come, I get this—” My fingers wrap around his girth, and I tighten my grip until I see his eyes bulge. “—inside me tonight.”
“Deal. But I’m gonna win,” he promises.
My eyelids lower, heavy and eager to put my secret to use.
“We’ll see,” I whisper against his head, and then I take him in once more.
He yanks on my love handles with a moan when my tongue flicks over his length, pulling me back down on him gracelessly, but the ace up my sleeve is making me more confident than I’ve been all night.
“There’s just one thing you should know,” I tell him on my next upstroke, tonguing his head, watching my saliva run down his shaft, where all that red lipstick is smeared, while his mouth doesn’t stop moving against me.
“Mmm,” I hear from somewhere against my flesh.
“I don’t have a gag reflex,” I confess, before diving in for my deepest pull yet.
“No gag reflex?” He echoes the words, like he doesn’t trust his own ears.
Mouth full, I try to respond with words, but it comes out as a mumble around his thick length. He flexes his hips, driving further down my throat, and I hear him moan when he realizes the answer.
“Fuck,” he says on a heavy intake, as he bottoms out somewhere deep in my gullet.
Contracting my throat muscles, I swallow around his length and hear him curse again.
“Even better than I imagined, Alexis. And I imagined you as fucking perfect.”
Using the flat of my tongue, I stroke whatever of his shaft I can reach as he pulses deep in my throat, not giving me time between pumps for air.
It’s overrated anyway.
I’ve had air for the last three years, and the thirty-five before that.
A cock like his is what my life has been missing.
If I knew he had this in his pants, I would’ve set aside my hatred for him on day one and gotten my fill while I could.
I’ll put up with a lot for a Michelin star dick. Even Wilder’s insufferable attitude, his constant sexual jokes, and the way everyone in this town seems to fall for his charm instead of hate him the way I do.
I might not want to be around him in the kitchen, but when his mouth is too busy to talk shit, I could get used to spending some quality time with other parts of him.
Bobbing back down on his cock, I let my head fall until my nose brushes his sac, completely full of him, hips grinding on his face, making a mess all over him and not giving a single fuck. Shit, I might even be enjoying my night.
He moans against my pussy and the vibrations hit me deep in a place I forgot existed.
My legs go weak at the rush of pleasure it brings, and I lose my rhythm for a moment, my lower half falling down on him and probably suffocating him in the process.
His hands only grip my full ass tighter, pressing me harder onto his face, his tongue scraping inside of me like he’s harvesting honey from the hive, every last drop for himself.
The noises he’s making, like a man stranded in a desert who just found his first source of sustenance, he undoes me. My knees give way entirely, and I end up flat against him, still grinding my hips for more, more of what he’s giving me.
I forget about the deal, the way I want to prove him wrong, just needing exactly what he’s offering and wanting all of it.
It drives him even more feral.
I try to focus on his cock, the way the piercing slides against the roof of my mouth on every upstroke and then makes its way down, so far down, every time I take him deep. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, and I can’t help but play with the smooth metal every chance I get.
Pulling back until my lips pop off of him, I take the barbell between my teeth and tug on it, giving him a little of the torture he used on me with that knife of his.
His breath explodes against my cunt, hot and frantic, desperation in the wordless sounds that sends me into a frenzy as his hips twitch and jerk beneath me.
I need to see more of it. Placing my hands on his pelvic bone, I try to hold him in place as I suck him back down again, using more suction than before and letting my tongue slide over the smooth skin of his shaft.
He’s so close to the finish line, and then I can play with him for real until this is out of my system by tomorrow morning.
I sneak in another nibble on his head, that delicious ring through the underside of it, as I pull back up again and relish in the effect it has on him.
Watch as his toes point, then flex, the muscles in his thigh, even in his knees, all squeeze and ripple with what I put him through.
It’s like a map straight to his orgasm, just follow the dotted path and find his cum at the bottom of the rainbow.
Spurred on by the realization that he’s close, I take him deep, with the kind of gusto most women I know would be ashamed of. It’s lustful, uninhibited, and so fucking overdue.
“Fuck,” he curses against my pussy, as his hips can’t help but drive in deeper, right into my waiting throat.
Working up the rhythm that never fails me, I use my hands to massage his thighs, creeping up toward his sac, eager to find what will send him over the edge.
Before I get the chance, he does something that makes me scream around his length in surprise. So unexpected, I was so unprepared, but fuck it’s deliciously dirty in the best way.
Fingers holding one side of my ass open, Wilder slips a soaking wet finger inside my back entrance, deep enough that I jerk forward in surprise, right against his waiting tongue, where he pulls out the combo I don’t stand a chance against.
He licks a path from my core up to my clit and pulls me into his mouth, using varied pressure to suckle my clit, while using the tip of his tongue to tease the hypersensitive surface, puffed up even more thanks to the suction, as his fingers keep working my other hole, and I shatter.
He’s been working me up all night, but the insane pressure, the surprise of his finger, the concentration I had on deep throating him, I wasn’t expecting it, and it launches me so far over the edge I fear I’ll be falling endlessly. A continuous release that’s so deep and intense it almost hurts.
My entire body shakes over him, eyes screwed tight as he’s lodged in my throat, blocking the scream that tries to leave the depths of my soul.
The noises he makes in response are otherworldly, his face still buried between my clamped thighs.
That’s when I feel his cock thicken, pulsing in my mouth, throbbing in preparation for his own release. It hits my throat in spurts that would take my breath away, if breathing were even an option right now.
I’ve never felt anything better.
I’m not sure who comes down first, but eventually both of us stop coming, bodies calming from the tremors, and we pull our mouths back slowly. I’m not sure the world I come down to is the same one I left behind minutes ago.
Post-orgasm Lexi wants to do this again, soon, which is proof enough I’m no longer myself. I mean, if I had anything left in me, I would feel devastated I won’t get to fuck him tonight. But I feel scraped raw, my insides turned out with what he put me through. More would break me.
“I’ll never get over the taste of your cum,” Wilder says between panting breaths, sprawled out on the bed, tattooed stomach rising and falling with his heavy breathing.
“I didn’t even get to taste yours,” I grumble.
“You’re a witch,” he wheezes. “Definitely not human.”
Rolling over onto my back next to him, I giggle. “It’s like one in three people that don’t have a gag reflex, you know. It’s not that rare.”
“Not just that,” he says, waving a hand in the air. “All of you. No way you’re mortal.”
“How about you?” I scoff, nudging his softening dick. “This thing deserves its own fan club.”
“Was that a compliment, Boss?”
“I like what’s hanging between your legs, not you. Don’t get it confused.”
“What’s between your thighs is barely in my top five favorite things about you, bella.”