25. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
BECCA
Oh My God. This man was torturing me, and I loved it. When he wanted something, he was sure as hell gonna get it. Which was hot and terrifying.
“Stay still for me, I want to get a good look,” Shyloh ordered, sliding onto his stomach with my legs wrapped around his neck. The tattoos danced around the corded muscles and veins from his neck to his shoulders.
Slowly his tongue coasted against the skin on my inner thigh, and again to the other. When his mouth finally pressed against my center, I jolted from the ground, and he chuckled. “Whoa there. I told you to stay still, baby,” Shyloh murmured. He slid his tongue over me slowly as I tried to do exactly what he said, but my body had a mind of its own.
My back arched off the sleeping bag and into him as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him.
A finger taunted me as his tongue lapped over me slow and steady. I felt the heat spreading through my body, climbing higher and higher. When his fingers slid inside, he hummed with approval as he curled his knuckles to hit that delicious spot that sent a blaze through me.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he growled, grabbing my hips to pull me even closer. I thought I would combust right then and there, but he surprised me by taking my hips and flipping us over with me sitting on his face.
“Fuck yes!” he yelled, and I shushed him.
“You can’t scream! People will hear us,” I whispered, and he pulled away.
My body silently yelled at him to get back to work, but instead, he interrupted me. “How about I find a way that neither of us will scream?”
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean—” he tapped my ass. “Turn around and put this glorious ass in my face, and you can wrap your bratty mouth around me. How’s that sound?”
At this point I didn’t need to give a verbal response; my response was simply turning and sitting on Shyloh Mendoza’s face.
“This is the best day of my life,” he murmured, pressing his lips against me. I made quick work of pulling down his joggers and boxers, springing free his very large and intimidating cock that I was now second guessing if I could even put my mouth around it. I mean—
“Stop thinking so much and suck my dick, Becks,” Shyloh groaned quickly before going back between my legs, which was distracting, so fucking distracting and so good. My god, this man’s mouth was a gift.
I gripped his dick, wrapping my mouth around him and tasting the pre-cum that awaited for me. I could feel him humming against me, obviously liking what I was doing to him.
My hand gripped the bottom of his shaft as I moved him in and out of my mouth slowly, torturing him just like he was to me. We both pleasured each other in the most seductive ways, enjoying every inch of each other.
My belly was starting to tighten while a chill ran down my spine—I was close.
Shyloh’s hips started to thrust upward in response to me not moving fast enough, but we were in a silent battle. Neither of us moved any faster, only slow, and steady.
It was driving me insane how slowly his tongue pressed against my nerves.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Shy,” I moaned breathlessly as I took him in my mouth again.
A sting of pain spread across my ass cheek. Shyloh smacked my ass, and I fucking loved it. I moaned around his dick. I heard him moan in response to me. We were both working each other, edging each other .
“For the love of all things, Becca, fucking ride my face.” He gripped my hips, moving me faster and faster. My toes were curling and the waves of my orgasm rippled through me as he finished in my mouth, and I swallowed that shit proudly.
When I sat up and moved to the side of him, Shyloh lay there staring up at the top of the tent with a smile on his face.
“What! What’s that look for?” I asked, grabbing a blanket nearby to cover up and lay down beside him.
His hazel eyes met mine, and a softness swept across his features. “Could you do something for me, Becks?”
I wrinkled my face. “Yeah. Sure?”
He scooted closer, placing a hand on my cheek. “Can you sit on my face every day for the rest of our lives?”
I laughed and so did he, but I had the sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t just saying that for shits and giggles. I think he meant it, and maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.