Chapter 8 #2
I was throbbing, aching. Just that touch was nearly enough to make me detonate, and when he tilted his head almost like he was waiting for permission and I nodded, the heat that streaked through his gaze was the spark that lit the fuse.
I wasn’t going to be able to stop this now.
He licked the length of me once, twice, and then wrapped his tongue around my shaft and dragged his head up in a slow, steady squeeze of pressure and slick heat that made my back come off the bed.
I wanted…
I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Like he could read my mind, he dropped his head, shoving my legs apart so he could get to the prize he’d seemed intent on all along.
Soul licked a stripe along my ass like he was tasting candy for the first time.
When I moaned, he seemed to take it as a signal that this was what I wanted.
He dipped his head, grabbing my hips and lifting my lower body off the bed so he had complete access to my hole.
The sensation of another growl tearing from his chest as he looked over his bounty was almost enough to make me hide my face.
Instead, I pulled my T-shirt off and tossed it to the side.
As soon as I was finished, he lowered his head.
Soul’s tongue licked and lapped, bringing every nerve I’d thought frozen back to life.
He devoured me like a starving man, and all I could do was whine with my shoulders pressed to the sheets, until I felt the tip of his tongue pressing at my hole like he was begging entrance.
His clawed fingers on my hips were threatening to break the skin with how hard he held me, how much his hands shook.
Could a ghost bleed? Was I a ghost? I didn’t feel like one in that moment—I felt solid, more real than I had in such a long time.
I felt like I needed…
“More… fuck, please. More.” I cried the demand, and my words turned into a shout when he moved.
Soul flipped our positions like I weighed nothing—suddenly, I was there on his chest with his hands on my hips.
The cool kiss of air against my spit-drenched ass made me shiver, but his clawed fingers trailing up and down my thighs were enough to bring my attention to his face.
His lips were glistening, and the tip of that wicked tongue licked them like he was trying to get every drop of my flavor he could. Soul looked up at me expectantly, and when I didn’t move, he pressed me forward.
Up.
Oh shit.
“Show me how you like it. I want to do good. I want to know…” he groaned as I rolled my hips, following the way his hands ushered my body until I was straddling his face. “I want to know exactly what you like for next time.”
Next time, like it was a foregone conclusion that this was going to happen again.
I wasn’t going to argue with him, though, not when I was so caught up in the way he was looking at me like he wanted to memorize every expression I made, every way I shifted my body.
“I’ll show you, but…” I dragged his hand from my side, dropping my head so I could spit in his palm.
I’d have time to be embarrassed about how bold I was being later.
For now, all I could feel was the warmth of his breath against my wet hole and the soft pressure of his tongue as he lapped a stripe along the curve of my ass in eager anticipation.
“Touch yourself. I want to know what makes you feel good too.”
“You do,” he answered without hesitation. “You smell so good… mmfuck. Touching you makes me feel good.”
The conviction in his voice was almost too much, and I couldn’t help the confession that spilled from my chest as I dropped my hips, so I was fully straddling his face. “Your touch makes me feel alive.”
Maybe for the first time.
His eyes narrowed to slits, and I cried out as that thick tongue slid against my hole and slowly pressed against me until the tip of it spilled inside.
I was already so wet from the way he’d been trying to devour me from the bottom up, and the slickness of his tongue seemed like it was made for this.
Soul stared up at me with expectant eyes, and I threw a glance over my shoulder to watch as he unfastened his jeans and slipped out his cock—fuck me, it was nearly as big as his tongue.
My attention focused on the way the tattoos swirling across the rest of his body looped just beneath the flared head of his cock, my mouth filling with saliva at the thought of his hand stroking across the dark ink…
And then he just held it. The rapidfire rise and fall of his chest told me he wanted to touch himself, that he needed more… but it wasn’t until I gave an experimental roll of my hips that he twitched his wrist, stroking himself in an exact mirror to the pace I set.
I don’t think he realized how sexy he was… and I wasn’t sure I’d realized until that exact moment that the ability to have control like this, the ability to feel like I wasn’t caught up in the whims of everyone and everything else…
It was a powerful thing.
I rocked again, moving against the pressure of Soul’s tongue until I felt the sweet stretch as more of him slid inside me. There really was something magic about his damn mouth, because it wasn’t hurting at all.
It was good enough that after a few more experimental rocks of my hips, I dropped myself onto his face and let out a cry as the end of his tongue fully slid inside.
It was good—it was so fucking good.
I threw one more glance over my shoulder and watched in fascination as his fingers clenched on his cock, stroking in perfect time with my movements… and then I did something I’d never let myself do in life.
I let go.
I rode his face like it was the last thing I’d ever do, and the feel of that thick muscle sliding inside me one inch at a time lit me up from the inside out and made me moan.
In response, his arm worked faster, his low growls of pleasure tearing through me, burning along my nerves and warning me I was dangerously close to the edge.
I knew it wasn’t going to last long, but that was okay. Next time, he’d said. Next time. I could have more of this.
I could have more of him.
Maybe… maybe Soul was something that could be mine—just mine. Something I didn’t have to be afraid to keep.
Those thoughts wouldn’t do me a damn bit of good, so I focused instead on the feel of him licking inside me, tongue-fucking me in a way that was turning me on my head. He moaned again, his movements getting jerky, his eyes wide and desperate beneath me.
Needy.
He needed this just as much as I did, and even though I wanted this moment to last forever, I clung to that promise of next time and brought my fingers up to wrap around my cock.
“I love the way you feel inside me,” I moaned as I started to stroke myself in time with the rise and fall of my hips. It was hard to catch my breath, hard to form the words, but I wanted him to know. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so good, Soul.”
He growled again, and his body tensed. I realized he was coming when his claws dug into my hips… and some part of me knew it was from my words.
His tongue dove deeper, the thick muscle licking along every nerve ending I had until I couldn’t hold on anymore. I came riding his face, calling his name.
I came with his arms around me and my body shaking.
I came, and I knew that every moment in my life, every moment I’d ever waited for…
Those moments were now.