Chapter 9 Losing Control #2
I shove up from where I was kneeling on the ground and lie back onto the bed, getting myself comfortable. “Sit on my face, Hurricane.”
Grasping her thighs I manoeuvre her so she’s straddling my chest.
“What if I suffocate you?” She nibbles on her bottom lip, and I reach out to release it.
“You won’t,” I growl. “Now. Sit.”
“I—“
Her hesitation pisses me off so I grasp her hips and shove her forward until she’s hovering over my face. “Death by pussy sounds like a pretty good way to go,” I murmur before darting my tongue out to taste her then pulling her hips down until she’s grinding on my lips.
Latching back onto her clit I swirl my tongue over the tight bud until she’s writhing against my face. I groan in appreciation at her taste and her hips buck—pushing down, smothering me.
I’d be more than willing to sacrifice myself if her taste—sweet and musky—was the last thing I got to experience in this life.
Her pussy sucks my fingers as I push one, then two inside her tight channel. She moans wantonly above me, grinding herself on my lips and tongue as she loses her restraint.
I graze my teeth over her clit and she coats my face as she comes, panting and moaning as she finds her release.
Pulling back, my breathing is laboured as I take in lungfuls of air.
She scrambles off me. “Oh my god,” she gasps.
I huff a laugh flopping onto my back just as she climbs over me, straddling my hips.
My eyes close just as Tess trails her lips down my chest. Her fingers hook beneath the elastic of my joggers. My breath catches.
She releases my straining erection and her lips part as she takes in the Jacob’s ladder on the underside.
“Oh,” she breathes, licking her lips. “Wow.”
She strokes me, swiping at the pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
She smiles up at me before licking the underside of my cock from root to tip. Her tongue swirls over each piercing.
She sucks the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the slit. My hips jerk, forcing her to take more of me.
She pops her head up, eyes wide.
“Do I need to do anything differently?” she asks, her voice so deceptively sweet.
I choke. “Different?”
“Because of…” she trails off, nodding at my cock.
It takes me a minute to catch her meaning. “No,” I laugh. “Just do whatever feels right to you.”
She nods before sucking me back into her mouth.
Tess bobs up and down over my dick, each time taking more and more until I’m sliding all the way to the back of her throat. She gags at the intrusion, moaning around me, the vibrations have me shoving deeper inside her as my hips jolt upwards.
I can’t think of anything other than her hot mouth around my cock. The way her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me down.
Her hair is in a messy ponytail, I wrap the strands around my fist and start fucking up into her, thrusting my hips from the bed. She hums in the back of her throat and my balls tighten. Her gorgeous green eyes bore into mine—tears leaking from the corners—as she takes all of me.
Then she pulls back, and I can’t stop the groan that slips past my lips. She grins before spitting, letting it drip down onto my aching cock, then she pumps my length with one hand while lavishing me with her tongue once more—it feels like pure heaven.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than Tess—my cock in her mouth, spit dripping down her chin, tears springing to her eyes as she sucks me dry.
“Fuck. Fuck. You’re going to swallow everything I give you, aren’t you?” I groan, my voice raw and deep, pulling at her hair.
She continues her efforts, until my dick twitches and my release shoots from me, hitting the back of her throat as she swallows every drop.
She releases me with a pop then sits up grinning as she licks her lips.
I pull her head toward me, swiping my tongue through her mouth before pulling back.
Her eyelids droop, her breathing soft as she looks at my sleepily, a satisfied smile on her face.
I’m too tired to complain when she curls her body into mine, her head resting on my chest. Within minutes her breathing evens out, and tiny snores are the only noise in the room.
I should wake her up. Tell her to go. Now the adrenaline is starting to fade, I'm left with an uncomfortable feeling. This can never be anything more than this. No matter how good she feels pressed against me.
Which is why I shouldn’t tighten my arms around her.
And I shouldn’t burrow my face into her hair and inhale like her scent is the only thing that can soothe me.
I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about how good her pussy would feel squeezing my cock.
But I do, do all of that. And it’s not long before exhaustion has me joining her in sleep.
It feels like I’ve been asleep for five minutes when a sharp knock sounds at the door.
I shoot upright, heart racing.
Tess stirs next to me; her brows scrunched in confusion.
Another knock.
Realisation dawns. “Oh, shit. That’s Enzo.”
We scramble for our clothes, cursing under our breath as we rush to get dressed.
“Who’s Enzo?” she asks, her head popping out of her top, looking flustered.
“He’s a friend,” I reply quickly, adjusting my shirt. “He has info on the men who broke into your flat.”
I can see the tension coil in her expression, but before I can say anything else, another knock echoes through the door.
“Let’s just go see what he has to say,” I mutter, holding my hand out. She takes it, and we both head for the stairs, the air between us thick and hazy.
I check the peephole to make sure it’s him before opening the door.
There he is, his usual calm demeanour replaced by a thunderous expression.
“What took you so long?” he asks, his tone clipped.
His gaze shifts from me to Tess, who’s standing too close, still a little flushed, her hair tangled. It doesn’t take much for him to piece together what’s happened.
He laughs, a dry chuckle that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I see.”
Then his face hardens, and before I can even react, he punches me square in the chest.
“What the fuck was that for?” I snap, glaring at him.
“She’s my sister.”
The words hit me harder than the punch.
Oh.
Shit.