Chapter 24 #3
His head leans forward and he nips at my clit, making my hips jerk, pleasure swarming my entire nervous system.
Pulling back, he smirks, watching my pussy gush for him.
“Or,” he says, biting the thin skin of my inner thigh with his front teeth and pulling back until it pops free, leaving a delicious sting. “You can get rewarded for opening up to me.”
He readjusts, moving to one side of me where the trays are perched, and he digs around until he finds what he’s looking for and re-emerges.
Wilder holds something between his fingers that takes my eyes a second to figure out. It’s a skewer, with some sort of fruit on it.
“You know what this is?” he asks, twirling it in his hold.
I shake my head, watching and waiting.
“These are grapes, coated in liquid sugar and frozen.” He pulls one off with his mouth and crunches it between his teeth to demonstrate.
It pops between his powerful jaws, and I watch as juice sprays out of his mouth.
He chews and swallows, and I’m mesmerized. I want him to devour me like that next.
His hand holding the skewer disappears from my view, down between my legs, but then I feel what he’s doing and my eyes pop.
“One is going inside you right now,” he explains as I feel the intrusion, laying still to not get hurt by the pointed end of the skewer. “You can decide to answer my question, and I’ll lick it right out of you, or you can keep your secrets, and I’ll leave it there.”
“That’s not fair,” I whisper, still trying not to move.
“All you have to do is tell me why you’re so upset lately. Tell me what’s going on, Lexi.”
He pulls his hand back, leaving just one grape behind, clenched just inside my opening.
“The last thing I need is to talk about that instead of getting fucked.” My scowl darkens.
His open palm cracks down on the inside of my thigh, right over the bite mark he left there, and my pussy clenches tighter.
“How I see it,” he says, tilting his head, like he’s admiring his work. “A partner should be able to share in things, and get fucked. It’s a win-win.”
Laying down on his stomach, he crawls further into the cradle of my thighs and presses in close. “You gonna tell me what’s going on, Lexi?”
He probes my entrance with his tongue, encouraging me, and I moan at the feel of him there.
“I fucked up,” I tell him.
Apparently that was good enough for a reward because I feel his tongue dive deeper, scooping the candied fruit out of me and pulling it back.
My head is still swimming with the sensation when he appears over me, grape between his teeth.
He leans down, capturing my mouth in his, and pushes the grape into my mouth.
The sweetness of the coating is tempered by the tangy, musky arousal it’s covered in, and I moan as his tongue sweeps in, blending all of the flavors between us.
He pulls back too soon, and orders, “Chew.”
I do, and the explosion of flavor Wilder always brings hits in a new way being ramped up on pleasure like this.
One hand reappears with the skewer, and he pulls it between my cleavage, using the pressure to keep one in place there.
“How?” he asks, eyes on mine, but I’m finding it hard to concentrate with his tousled black hair, eyes dark enough to match, and that massive cock trying to break free of his pants.
I shake my head, not ready to admit to him how badly.
His hand slips down my stomach, disappearing between my thighs, and I feel a sharp pinch.
Hips bucking, I jolt up, but his hand keeps me in place.
“How?” he repeats, fingers pressed to my clit.
“I hid something from Rory,” I admit, trying to gulp down air to help keep up with the increased blood flow from the way my heart is racing.
Wilder’s dark head dips down between my breasts, and I feel his tongue separating the skin there until he finds the treasure buried within.
Keeping the grape in his mouth, he moves his lips over the skin of my breast until he reaches my nipple. Sucking the bud in his mouth, I feel the rough surface of the sugared grape collide with my skin, his warm tongue pulling on me, soothing the scratchy sting.
My back bows at the combination of pleasures and the way he’s overwhelming my senses.
He pulls back once more, leaving my nipple exposed to the cold, and my pussy screaming for more.
I watch as he chews the grape, but he doesn’t swallow. Instead, eyes burrowing into mine, he leans overtop of me and says one word that has fire erupting throughout my core.
“Open.”
My jaw drops down, and he spits the grape into my mouth, along with all of its juices.
“Swallow,” he orders me, one finger under my jaw to hold it shut, and I do. His hand slides down to the column of my throat to feel the motion, and my eyes flutter shut at being under his control like this.
The way I don’t have to worry, don’t have to make any decisions, it’s all just him.
He’s all I need to focus on.
It’s addicting.
That filthy smirk back on his face, he lowers himself between my legs and uses one hand to hold my stomach down to maintain eye contact as his tongue comes out and takes a long, flat lick of my entire pussy.
“I could do this all night,” he tells me, once he’s swallowed more of my juices. “I’m in no rush.”
Shifting in the small—well, small when you’re as large as he is—space, he removes his pants and shirt, leaving him naked.
He pulls down my shirt, revealing the other side of my bra, and pulls the cup down below the bared breast, just like the first one.
“But I think we might get farther if I were more—”
I gasp as I feel him at my entrance.
“Convincing.”
His eyes darken as he pushes forward, past the resistance of my opening, and goes deep.
It pulls a groan from my lips as I feel him fill me, bare, like we’ve done every time, because all I want to feel is him.
“So tight,” he grits out, pulling his hips back and pumping forward again.
His piercing runs along my back wall, and I shudder at what it would feel like to have him in my back entrance. The delicious tease of it, his piercing working in a whole new way, my legs start to shake at the thought and he abruptly stops moving.
“What happened, Lexi?” he asks, using his elbows and knees to hold entirely still above me as I pant beneath him.
“Keep moving,” I plead, eyes screwed shut. I need him, not to think about what happened.
A sharp sting to the side of my breast, and my eyes pop open to find his trained on mine.
“Have you figured out how this works yet?” he asks, pistoning his hips forward to drive deep and staying lodged there.
“You answer the question, and you get rewarded. If you want to come before the sun comes up, I’d start talking, bella.” A wicked smile curves his mouth. “Or don’t. I don’t mind.”
Mind reeling, head spinning, I plead with the universe to just let him fuck me. Something raw and dirty that makes us both forget that there’s a life outside of this SUV.
One hand slips between us, and his fingers slip over my clit, pinching together in a way that makes me moan the loudest one yet.
“You really want to be punished, don’t you, bella?”