Chapter 14 #2
Hot breath and hushed words brush the shell of my ear, but it’s my worse off one so I can’t make them out.
I tilt my head, and his face is so close, eyes half-lidded, and I don’t think it matters exactly what he said, because I can see the question, and can feel the desire threatening to explode between us.
I raise my arm and grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck, and that’s all the permission he needs.
Our lips meet in a tentative taste of one another, Lee’s tongue tracing the outline of my mouth, and I breathe him in unhurriedly.
One hand cups my cheek, and the other slides down my torso all wandering fingers and exploratory touches.
Yes. This.
I love the passion of sex, no question, but this? The buildup of need and tension, circling my gut with every swipe of his tongue and flick of his nails across my sides—this is what I crave.
Riley was always amazed at how long I could last in bed, playing and teasing, but as much as I love getting off, this is where the true pleasure lies.
I’m in no hurry to get our dicks involved; I just want to relish in how Lee’s body feels on mine.
He rolls to his back, taking me with him, and I adjust myself so I’m straddling him. My hands are lost in his hair, short but thick, and his are busy mapping the shivers he draws out across my skin.
“Matty.”
Shudders roll through me, and I slide a hand down to grasp his chin and break from the kiss.
“Shut up.” I nip at his jaw and feel his smile press to my cheek. “Your mouth needs to be on me at all times.”
“Yes, sir,” he chuckles, hands finding base on my waist, squeezing and rocking me down.
Half of me wants to sit up and hump him like a pillow, drag my dick across his abs until he’s soaked in my excitement, but I’m not done with his mouth yet.
We meet in another kiss, this one fiercer, teeth and tongues and grumbled pleasures. Lee’s hands slip around my back, down my sweats, and grip my ass firmly in his palms. He hooks his thumbs in the band of my boxers, lightly tugging them as he teases the tip of my crack.
“Need something, troublemaker?” I suck his bottom lip and pinch it with my teeth, making him roll his hips up to me.
As soon as his mouth is free to speak, he licks at his sore lip and smiles breathless and cheeky. “You have a cute little ass.”
Narrowing my eyes, I nip at his nose, earning me another chuckle. “What do you think you’re gonna do with it, hm?”
He blinks innocently up at me, but I know better than to fall for it. What were his words? Inexperienced but not innocent?
“Can I finger you?”
Oh, fuck me.
“You ever fingered an asshole before?”
His smile turns crooked, and it makes my heart jump. “Just my own.”
I’ll have to ask to see that sometime—because hot damn—but for now, as long as I can keep touching him at my own leisure, he’s more than welcome to play with my ass.
That’s one of the things I enjoy that my bed partners have never given me much of. As soon as they find out I’m open to having both holes played with, their preference is always for the front.
“Only if you’ve got lube.” I drop my lips to his neck, and he readily turns his head to give me more access. “My ass hasn’t seen action in a long time.”
One of his hands leaves my ass to card into my hair and massage over my scalp. “I’ll be gentle, Princess.”
This man.
I sit up and shimmy out of my sweats, tugging Lee’s with me as he grins and reaches into his nightstand for a bottle of lube that looks like it’s seen less action than I have.
I must be giving him a look, because he shakes his head and rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “I don’t have a reason to use it often, alright? Be nice to me.”
As he moves my laptop and our phones to the nightstand, I gather up my hair and toss it into a low ponytail. I would very much like to focus on Lee and the things he’s promising to do to me.
“I’m perfectly nice. In fact, if you finger fuck me real good, I might suck your cock when you’re done.”
A heavy hunger fills his gaze when his eyes travel back down, and my body is instantly on high alert. Without breaking eye contact, Lee spreads the lube around his fingers until they’re fully coated and it’s dripping onto his stomach.
"Get back over here,” he mutters with the hint of a smile, and I have no problem positioning myself over his crotch and leaning into the hand he places on my thigh. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
Even as turned on as I am, I can’t help but be sweet on him. I grasp his cheek and press a kiss to his mouth, smiling when he opens and I can flick his tongue with my own.
“Make me feel good so I can return the favor.”
He’s done wasting time, the hand on my thigh traveling up to pull my boxers below my ass and part my cheeks to make room for the finger he rubs through my crease.
As much as I want to speed things along, I know that this is a first for him, that exploring me is his first foray into the deeper parts of his sexuality.
So, I swallow the arousal burning in my throat and keep his mouth busy as a way to distract us both.
When the pad of his finger finally strokes over my rim, my whole ass is slick and sticky from the lube.
I curse when he pours more between my cheeks, but it grows into a moan as he works it around my hole and applies the slightest bit of pressure.
As soon as the tip breaches and starts to stretch me, I have to drop my face to the crook of his neck and half whine half cry into the base of his throat. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels weird, and I know I’ll have to breathe through that just in time for the burning to take over.
To his credit, Lee doesn’t stop, just slowly works his finger in deeper, stroking slowly and palming my ass cheeks with his free hand. By the time he’s got one finger buried in me, the pleasure has started rolling in, and it takes all of my self control not to press back on him and beg for more.
“Does that feel good, Matty?” Slowly, he drags his finger out and pushes it back in, forcing a whimper out of me.
“Lee.” I trace the pulse point in his neck with my tongue, sucking bruise after bruise up the column of his neck. “More.”
He grabs the lube again, makes a mess of my backside, and then there’s two fingers pressing against my hole, bringing with them a fresh wave of pain and burning. I tense up, forcing myself to bare down on his fingers, breathing slowly through the stretch.
It takes longer for me to adjust, for the discomfort to fade into tingles of enjoyment, but when I finally relax against him, he wraps an arm around my waist and plunges the rest of the way inside.
The wind knocks out of me because his slow and steady approach seems to have reached its limit. His fingers move in and out of me in firm, steady motions, and I have to mash my lips together to keep from being too loud because my god.
I can’t fucking stop myself; I rock back and follow his fingers, meeting his thrusts and panting out broken, heavy moans as he curls and stretches them inside me.
“This is so hot,” he says, trailing kisses across my shoulder. “Tell me it’s good for you.”
I nod like a damn bobble-head. “So fucking good.”
Lee teases me with a third finger, and I shake my head sharply. “I’m going to need something to keep me quiet if you go that far.”
All of his movements stop, and then he groans so loud into my shoulder it makes my skin vibrate.
“Stop saying hot shit, or I’m going to come in my pants.”
He rubs his fingers slowly inside me, and this is my limit. I pull back to grasp his face and bring our mouths together. Now that I’ve had a taste of him, I’m going to be craving it indefinitely.
“I’ve already come once,” I groan into his mouth. “Let’s give you a better place to unload.”
His hips thrust up, and his fingers plunge so deep into me that a valley of stars shoot off behind my eyes.
I could ride his fingers for hours—quite literally—but a promise is a promise, so I gently wind an arm back and wrap a hand around his wrist. One tug is all it takes for him to slip his fingers out, and though I shudder at the loss of fullness, my lungs fill with the need to take care of him.
To give him an ounce of the pleasure he’s given to me.
I climb off of his lap, and with a light tap to his thighs, he spreads them open so I can fit myself between them. We work together to rid him of his boxers, and I’m nearly blown over by the gust of desire that swarms me.
Elias’ cock is long and curved, and I must audibly gasp because his brows shoot up and a nervous smile settles on his lips.
I lean forward to kiss the nerves away, anchoring my hands on his thighs and shivering as his cock bumps my stomach.
“Let’s see how fast my mouth can get you off.”
His fingers curl around the back of my neck, holding me to him while he nips and sucks at my lips and tongue.
Chuckling into his insistent kiss, I have to plant both hands on his chest to push out of his hold. His face is warm and flushed, lips cherry red with little purple pinpricks from my teeth.
“We can just kiss if you’d rather,” I tell him, voice barely rising above a whisper. The level of desire within me for this man is immeasurable.
He puffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “I really want you to blow me.” Somehow, his blush deepens. “I’d like to go back to kissing after, though.”
He’s so fucking cute; I can barely stand it.
The trail of kisses I leave down his body makes him squirm, and I have to stifle my smile in his hip bone. Happiness bubbles in my chest, and I wait until his eyes find mine before finally positioning myself above his tip.
I swipe my tongue along the slit, then slide it down the vein on the underside of his shaft. He shudders, and I circle my fingers around the base of his dick to spread my collection of spit and precum.
A low moan sounds from the back of my throat when I get my lips around him, sucking on the head and giving it my undivided attention until Elias’ hips jump and force his dick further into the cavern of my mouth.
I wouldn’t mind if he decided to use my face as his personal fuck toy, but I’m more interested in tasting the arousal leaking onto my tongue with every suck and stroke.
There’s the soft brush of fingers at my nape, and I look up to see him staring down at me with lust-blown eyes. He twists my ponytail around his fingers, twirling and teasing, and I take him deeper into my mouth to watch his composure slip.
His lips tremble as he clenches his jaw, fingers forming a fist around my hair, and when I take him as far back as I can without choking and just hold there, a downright feral look seeps into his eyes.
He pushes me down, and I gag, but the discomfort is immediately replaced by a hot burst of arousal as Lee’s release floods my tongue. I can’t help myself; I lick and suck at his dick as it twitches, as he groans and drops his hand to my shoulder to ease me away.
Still, I wait until the oversensitivity settles in and he hisses sharply through his teeth before letting him fall out of my mouth. It hits me like a freight train, the pure awe in his eyes as he tugs me up to crash his lips down on mine.
There’s still traces of him on my tongue, but he doesn’t mind, licking into my mouth without hesitation. He yanks out my hair tie so the strands fall haphazardly around my face, and then both of his hands are threading in my hair and holding me steady to him.
I have never been so inexplicably drawn to a man before, never been so whole-heartedly captivated by someone’s gentleness, by their earnestness and the blatant honesty they wear on their face.
Every moment with Elias feels like a breath of fresh air shot straight into my lungs. Like sunlight infused into my very core. There’s a thin sheet of ice resting just below my skin, protecting me from my own impulsivity, but every smile and soft sigh melts the layer around my heart.
Falling is such an optimistic word for how strongly I feel for this man, as if I’m not already balls deep in emotions stronger than I can put into words.
I won’t be walking away from Elias, not unless he makes me, but I very well might find myself drowning again.
Only this time I might not find my way back to the surface.