Chapter Twenty-Two Allegra #3
It’s the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me, and my mouth lands on his as my fingers work the buttons of his shirt.
Once he’s bared to me, I let my hands roam everywhere.
It’s not the first time I’ve touched the ridges of his abs or the defined lines of his pecs, but I explore them with a new freedom.
I tug on the waistband of his pants and he somehow manages to keep me wrapped around him while standing to kick them off his legs.
Stripping is part of his job.
Nothing stands between us now except for some cotton and lace and it’s too much. I unhook my bra, tossing it into the corner of the room.
Cord cups my breasts in his hands, and his gaze is reverent, like the man has never seen a pair of tits before. He swallows thickly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Slippers.”
“I always hated them,” I say, even as my head falls back as his fingers stroke my sensitive skin with his gentle touch.
“Seriously? Why?”
“They’re too big for ballet.” I may be trim and toned, but my boobs sprouted when I was thirteen, and they’ve been a problem ever since. Ballet is all about clean lines, not breasts that practically spill out of my leotard.
“They’re fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
He doesn’t let me argue, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucks the peaked bud into his mouth.
No partner has ever paid attention to my breasts the way that Cord does, and before I know what’s happening, I’m rocking over the hard length of him, the orgasm building slowly, deep in my belly.
“Cord,” I moan, too close to the edge to be embarrassed by the way I’m shamelessly humping him while his mouth works over my skin. I dig my fingers into his hair, silently demanding more.
His teeth graze over me and his first bite is gentle. I cry out, tightening my grip on his hair, and his second bite is a little less so.
The orgasm doesn’t rip through me, it’s a slow and steady build that lasts for longer than I thought possible. Cord works me through it, his mouth never faltering, delivering me the kind of delicious torture I’ve never experienced before.
When I finally come down, I collapse in his arms.
He chuckles, rubbing soothing circles over my bare back. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Holy shit. I’ve never…that’s never…I didn’t even know that was possible.”
He chuckles again, and I feel the vibration of it on my cheek that’s pressed to his chest. He scoots back on the bed, bringing me with him. Tucking me into the crook of his shoulder, he settles us both, his hand moving to my hair, combing through the long strands.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to put me to sleep.” I murmur the words into his chest, brushing a line of kisses over his pec.
“It’s okay if you do.”
I prop myself up on my elbow so I can see him. “Do you not want this to go any further tonight?”
“I want this to go as far as you want it to, Allegra.”
I trail my fingers down his chest, over his stomach, along the waistband of his underwear. “I already told you that I want you.” I slip a single finger underneath the elastic, following the line of hair leading to his straining erection.
He sucks in a breath and opens his mouth to speak.
“Do not ask me if I’m sure again. I told you I am, and I know exactly what to say if I change my mind.” I slide my hand into his underwear, wrapping my fingers around the thick length of him. “But I’m not going to.”
Cord’s mouth crashes into mine and he flips us over, the movement dislodging my hand from his boxer briefs. He kisses me desperately, our tongues mingling, teeth clashing. Gripping both of my wrists in one of his hands, he raises them over my head.
“Keep your hands up there. If you keep touching me, we’re going to have a repeat lap dance experience.”
I grin against his lips. “When you say it like that, it sounds like a challenge.”
“You are trouble, Slippers.” His mouth begins its descent, trailing lightly over my still sensitive nipples, spending more time exploring the dips and curves of my belly.
“Are you just now realizing that?” I gasp when he licks the crease of my hips, and they buck underneath him.
Cord’s mouth licks along the edge of my panties and he settles himself between my thighs before looking up at me. “Can I taste you, Allegra?”
I squirm a little under his weight and his question. “I already came once, you don’t need to.”
“I know I don’t need to. I want to.” He trails a single finger down my center, causing my hips to buck once again. “I’ve been dreaming about the taste of you since you sent me those pictures, thinking about it constantly since you came on my lap.”
My breath stutters in my chest. No one has ever spoken to me like that before, with such hunger and wanting, with such bare desire. It’s enough to make my skin tingle, for a wave of goose bumps to explode over my flesh. “I…I…I can’t normally come that way.”
He keeps his eyes on me, even as his fingers run light trails over the swirls of the lace still covering me. “Do you not like it?”
“It’s not that.” It’s just that every man I’ve been with has put in a perfunctory sixty seconds of lapping at me with no finesse, making it very clear he would rather be doing anything else.
I’ve only really been with one woman and we never got past making out and some light fingering before she got tired of my schedule and dumped me.
But I can’t tell him any of that. I pull my eyes to the ceiling so I don’t have to look at him.
“Allegra.” He waits for me to meet his stare.
“I want to taste you. I want to devour you. I want to explore you with my tongue and find all the magical places that make you scream. If I spend twenty minutes between your thighs and you don’t come, it will have been time well spent because I am going to enjoy every single second of having my mouth on you. ”
“Jesus, Cord.”
He grins, and his thumbs hook into the waistband of my underwear, dragging them slowly down my thighs. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you can tell me, but don’t you dare stop me because you think some sort of self-imposed time limit has elapsed. Got it?”
All I can do is nod, too transfixed on the hungry look in his eyes as he flings my panties across the room and settles back in between my legs.
“Use your word, if you need it.”
Somehow I know I won’t.
Even still, I can’t bear to watch him, so I let my eyes close and lose myself in the sensations.
Cord starts slow, light kisses pressed over my inner thighs. He moves closer and closer to my center, and by the time I can feel his breath on my aching core, I am burning up inside. His fingers part me and the very tip of his tongue dances over me, tracing me open.
He groans and the sound shoots right through me. “You taste so good, Allegra. So fucking good.” He murmurs the words against me and I can’t stop myself from bucking against his face.
He continues to deliver slow and exquisite torture, his tongue gliding over my clit in teasing strokes. I’ve never experienced anything like it, but I force myself to focus on the pleasure, not concerns about whether or not Cord is enjoying himself. His moans and grunts let me know that he is.
His tongue flicks my clit with a soft back-and-forth motion, and I can’t hold back the cry.
My eyes pop open, unable to be screwed shut any longer.
When I look down at him, he’s looking back at me.
His mouth never stops working, but I watch his hand as he grips himself, stroking his thick cock while his tongue drives me over the edge.
I come even harder the second time, my vision going cloudy as the orgasm rips through me.
He strokes me through it before moving up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses over my skin. When he kisses me, I taste myself on his tongue and groan.
“Just when I think you can’t get any sexier, Slippers.” He locks his forearms, looking down at me as I lie beneath him. “Watching you come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I’m still catching my breath and can’t seem to form any words, but I can feel a flush spreading over my cheeks and down my chest. “That was incredible,” I finally manage.
He lowers himself over me and kisses me softly. “Good.”
I slip my hand in between our bodies, finding him so hard and ready. “Will you tell me what you want? How can I make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel?”
He hesitates for a mere second. “Will you ride me, Slippers?”