Chapter 7 Put Your Mouth Where I Need It
PUT YOUR MOUTH WHERE I NEED IT
KATIE
Cock. What an absurd word.
I had only ever heard it being used in weird pornography with titles like ‘Nineteen-year-old gets cock full of desire from her neighbor’ or ‘Hot jock fucks MILF with his huge anaconda cock.’ I never could get into porn anyway, but the titles always made me laugh.
Because there was no way the word cock would ever turn me on.
And there was no way such a thing as a huge anaconda cock.
Right?
Right.
I was staring right at the man who had that apparatus attached to his perfect body.
And I had gotten wet when he had said the word cock—his cock—to be precise.
This was new.
Very new.
I was terrified I’d already grown attached to this new, unfamiliar rush. Addicted to it, even, and he hadn’t so much as taken me on a date, held my hand, or kissed me.
I swallowed hard, my gaze betraying me as it flicked from the thick bulge straining against his pants to the heat flushing his face. His pupils were blown wide, his tongue dragging slowly across his lips. That single, filthy sight sent the dirtiest thought crashing through my mind.
I need to feel your lips on my pussy.
His eyes widened, his mouth parting in shock.
I slapped a hand over my mouth, stumbling back a step with a mortified gasp.
Oh God. I’d just done the cheesiest thing imaginable.
The very thing I used to roll my eyes at when romance heroines accidentally blurted out their thoughts.
I fell into the same trap and said it out loud!
“What did you just say?” Dex asked, his voice low as he took a step closer. He looked disbelieving, almost desperate, like he needed me to confirm what he had heard.
My stomach knotted, adrenaline surging. If I ran fast enough, maybe I could reach the door before he caught me.
But then again… towering as he was, he could cover the distance in seconds.
Right now, with only a few feet between us, he didn’t look like the charming stranger I’d been flirting with.
He looked like a predator. A starving predator who had just found his prey. Me.
Instead of bolting, I straightened my spine, forcing my chin up even as my body trembled. “I-I said…” My voice shook, betraying me. “I n-need to feel your lips on my… on my p-pussy.”
His gaze darkened, hunger flickering across his face as he slowly stepped closer. My eyes wanted to drop to the thick bulge straining his pants, but I couldn’t look away from him. It felt like there was a magnetic pull keeping me locked in place.
“Need?” he repeated, one brow arched. “Not a want?”
Heat spread through me, melting my insides under the weight of his gaze. My tongue darted out to wet my lips. “Y-yes.”
“Are you sure, Katie—”
I didn’t let him finish. My hand shot up, fisting the collar of his shirt and yanking him down until our faces were a breath apart.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I said, my voice low, sultry and very impatient. “Put your mouth where I need it.”
His eyes flared wide, and thankfully, I didn’t need to repeat myself.
I gasped when he moved, grabbed my waist and lifted me with one hand and pushed me onto the bed.
Before I could scramble to breathe and straighten myself, he had found a pillow and propped it underneath my hips, making them lifted.
The bed dipped under his weight as his big, warm hands slid to my thighs, prying them apart until I was wide open for him.
I shivered when our eyes locked. His gaze burned hot. He looked at me as if he wanted to ruin me.
Slowly, his fingers brushed the hem of my skirt and pushed it higher, baring inch after inch until my lace panties were fully exposed. My face burned when his eyes dropped to my pussy, where I was wet and aching beneath the thin fabric.
He clicked his tongue, a dark smirk curving his lips as his index finger slid between my folds through the lace and stockings. The teasing pressure made me gasp, my hips jerking at the contact.
“You’ve soaked your panties, Katie,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating straight through my core.
Just one finger. One lazy stroke and I was already shaking, ready to come. My clit throbbed, desperate for his mouth, for more than the teasing brush. What would happen when he used all his expertise and his handsome mouth?
Thankfully, I didn’t need to wait too long to find out.
His palms smoothed up my thighs, strong and possessive, before lowering his face to my covered sex. His breath hit me first, hot against the damp lace, making me twitch.
“You smell addictive,” he whispered, voice husky, right before his tongue pressed against me.
The wet heat of him soaked through the fabric as he dragged his tongue across my clit, and I cried out, the shock of it arching my back. Pleasure shot through me like fire, my thighs trembling, my pussy clenching around nothing.
He did it again, slower and harder, circling my clit through the lace until my breath turned into desperate little gasps. I writhed beneath him, the wet fabric sticking to me, my body begging for friction.
“R-remove my panties,” I choked out, my voice broken and needy. It was half-command and half-plea.
He didn’t stop, his tongue flicking harder, lips closing around my swollen clit as he sucked through the lace, making me squeal. My body jolted, my orgasm threatening to tear free just from the pressure.
“Dex,” I begged, my hands tangling in his hair, dragging him closer. “Rip them off. I need your mouth on my bare pussy. Now.”
His eyes flickered up to me, and I couldn’t look away from his intense gaze. “No,” he replied simply before kissing my clit through the layers of fabric and making me mewl. “You’re a delight when I tease you.”
I wanted to scold him. Reprimand him. But I was too much in pleasure to care.
Later. I promised myself, closing my eyes. I will scold him later.
“If you look away, you’ll make this harder for yourself,” he said, his husky tone laced with low and dangerous low threat.
I blinked open my eyes and found him staring at me from between my thighs, my skirt rumpled high over my hips. His jaw flexed, and I watched closely as his tongue slid hot and wet across me, licking me like I was his favorite dessert.
My mouth fell open in a soundless moan. He wasn’t just eating me. He was kissing me, making out with my pussy like it belonged to him.
My hands curled over the sheets, trying to brace myself, pleasure coiling hard and fast in my core with every teasing flick of his tongue.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you bare,” he groaned against me, his hot breath making my pussy clench tight. God, how I wanted him to tear my panties off and press his mouth directly against my skin.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his hand disappear into his pants, his fist working up and down. My eyes widened. He is touching himself while licking me?
The sight made me even wetter.
I squirmed, pushing harder into his mouth, and he gave in with a muffled curse, sucking me deeper through the lace until my body arched off the bed.
When he finally pulled back, my panties were soaked with spit and slick.
His face was flushed. His lips wet and eyes dark.
And for a heartbeat, I felt exposed. My hair a wild mess, my lips swollen from biting, my shirt gaped open to reveal the lace of my bra.
My skirt was bunched at my waist, my legs spread over a pillow, panties clinging transparently to my swollen pussy.
He adjusted himself quickly, his hand leaving his pants, but not before I caught the hard boner hiding behind his zipper. My eyes flicked up just in time to catch him looking away.
He was hot, no doubt, but he looked adorable when he couldn’t meet my gaze. I sensed nervousness in him, and like a sadist, I wanted to spoil it. Make fun of him for getting me so turned on and then getting shy about eating me out. It made something wicked rise in me.
I lifted my stocking-clad foot and brushed my toe along the inside of his thigh.
He jolted, eyes snapping wide, glaring at me accusingly.
I smirked, pushing up onto my elbows, inching my foot closer until I pressed directly against his cock. The hard, throbbing length jumped beneath my touch.
“Go on,” I teased, my voice sultry and different. I stroked him through his jeans, smiling when a strangled groan tore from his throat and his hand clamped hard around my ankle.
“W-what?” he stammered, his eyes darting between my face and the place where I rubbed him with my foot, stockings dragging against denim. His expression was torn with confusion, hunger, and need.
I spread my thighs wider, letting him see the soaked mess he’d made of me. His jaw tightened as he drank me in, torn between devouring me again or grabbing control.
“Finish what you started,” I said, lowering my hand to my pussy and sliding a finger over the damp lace, taunting him.