Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
Devon
Blakely visibly reacted to the pet name. Her eyes shuddered, and the sweetest smile parted her lips.
With every second that passed, I wanted her more. I wanted to touch and tease and lick and kiss every inch of her body. If she thought I was going to be sweet, I’d make it my mission to prove her wrong.
Although her panic attack in the pantry made me consider pumping the brakes, Blakely obviously didn’t want that. She wasn’t broken. She couldn’t be broken.
But the fact that she felt the need to tell me that, to clarify she wasn’t, was nearly enough to break me .
Sealing my mouth over hers, she immediately slipped her tongue past my lips. In the handful of kisses we’d shared, I’d learned that Blakely gave as good as she got. She nipped at my bottom lip and rolled her tongue against mine. I devoured every little sound she made.
I ran my hands down her sides, over the curve of her tits and her hips, until I found the hem of her oversized T-shirt. Dipping beneath it, I wrapped my palms around the smallest part of her waist and reveled in the softness of her skin. My hands moved higher as hers found their way to my hair, which was just long enough for her to run her fingers through and tug.
A low groan ripped through me at the bite of pain, followed by the scrape of her nails against my scalp. My cock was angrily hard and throbbing in my thin sweatpants. Another one of those sweet little sounds from her lips, and I was going to come in my pants.
I caressed the underside of her breasts, and she gasped against my lips. Craving her reactions, I leaned back and watched her face as I brushed her nipples. But it was my reaction that was worth seeing.
A devious smirk tilted her lips, and my jaw dropped. Impatiently, I tugged her shirt up and eyed the twin barbell piercings through both of her nipples. My head tilted back, and I took a second to gather myself as I stared at the ceiling.
This woman was my fucking dream.
With a deep breath, I still didn’t feel like I was in control when I looked back at her. But I wasn’t going to deny either of us another second. In one swift motion, I tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor next to us. My hands immediately cupped her tits, and my thumbs circled her nipples, toying with the piercings and loving the cool metal compared to her warm skin.
Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Blakely braced her hands on my shoulders as I flicked the piercing with my tongue. I switched to the other nipple and did the same thing. Circling the sensitive peak a few times, I bit down with the barest pressure and then sucked it. Hard .
“Devon, that feels so good, but you are teasing the shit out of me,” she groaned, squeezing my shoulders like she was hanging on for dear life.
“Would you like my mouth elsewhere?” I muttered against her skin. I was unwilling to give up teasing her unless she told me exactly what she wanted.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her nod her head. Standing, I replaced my mouth on her nipple with my finger and took in her gloriously naked body. I smoothed a hand down the floral tattoo that ran from beneath her arm down over her right side, stopping just to the right of her belly button. Besides the snake on her arm, her other tattoos were smaller. She had a heart on her hip that I could only see because her shorts hung low, and there was a script running down her other side. She’d had it for a while, and I knew it was a quote from one of her favorite songs. In a thin, delicate font, it read, I’m in love with how your soul’s a mix of chaos and art.
And it was. Her soul was the most chaotically beautiful wonder.
“Where would you like my mouth, Blake?”
She hummed and ran her hand down my arm, using the other to push her shorts down. Oh so fucking slowly, she wedged her fingers under the waistband and shimmied them down her hips. The entire time, she held my stare, taunting me with a hungry look in her eyes. Not until I heard the softest brush of her shorts on the ground did I let my eyes fall.
They trailed down her body and paused at the apex of her thighs. Where I knew fucking heaven awaited me. There was zero hesitation as I dropped to my knees on the wood floor and held her against the door.
Eye-level with her pussy, I tried to ignore the neat strip of dark hair and the bare lips I could see peeking out from her slightly parted thighs and instead kissed her hip where the flowers ended.
“Do you want my mouth here?” She shook her head and watched me intently. I moved to the other hip, leaving small kisses across her lower stomach. “What about here?”
Another shake of her head was followed by a small thrust of her hips. I chuckled and shifted lower to each of her legs. I placed an open-mouth kiss on a skull tattooed on her right thigh and kissed everywhere except exactly where she wanted me. I asked the same question with every brush of my lips, and each shake of her head grew more urgent and angry.
Finally, done teasing both of us, I picked up her left leg and draped it over my shoulder. I tapped the inside of her other leg, and she immediately moved it outward spreading herself even wider for me.
The first swipe of my fingers down her center had her hips bucking to meet my touch, and a deep, possessive growl ripped through my chest. She was wet and smelled so fucking sweet. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply as I swiped my tongue over her swollen clit.
Then I ate her like a man starving.
“Yes, Devon. Oh my god,” she cried out into the quiet room, and I couldn’t care if anyone else could hear us. With her taste on my tongue, there wasn’t anything else in the world.
My hands palmed her ass, tilting her hips forward so I could easily access her entire pussy. I licked from her opening to her clit again and again in taunting endless motions until I learned what she liked. I paused over her clit, using the tip of my tongue to massage the needy spot until her hand dove into my hair and her other landed on the doorknob by her hip for support.
Not wanting to stop, I pulled back only for a moment to enjoy the view from below. The beautiful planes and curves of her body were striking.
I removed one of my hands from her ass but kept the other firmly planted. “Keep your hips titled like this so I can eat this pretty pussy, okay?” She nodded, and I dragged a finger through the wet mess I’d created.
She stared down at where my hand disappeared between her legs, and her jaw dropped when I pressed my finger inside. Warm, wet walls wrapped around my digit, immediately clamping down and urging me deeper.
I replaced my mouth over her clit and pumped my finger into her. I stroked against her inner walls and flattened my tongue for her to use as she pleased. And she did. She weaved her fingers through my hair and ground against me, chasing an orgasm that I could feel her body wanted.
Between my legs, my poor cock was about to explode. With my free hand, I reached down and pressed against my erection. But the pressure of my palm only made it worse. And I had no choice but to free it and wrap my hand around my shaft while I fingered the beautiful woman above me.
I looked up for a second and noticed Blakely staring down at me. Or better yet, at my erection I was pumping in my left hand.
“Does tasting me turn you on?” she asked breathlessly.
“More than you will ever know.”
Through a moan, she said, “Your mouth is magical, but I need your cock.” And she didn’t wait for me to move. Blakely took matters into her own hands and dropped her leg from my shoulder and urged me to stand. My knees slightly ached from the hardwood floor, but all was forgotten when I kicked my sweatpants to the side and whipped my shirt over my head.
Blakely’s gray eyes were brimming with lust and raked over my naked form as she reached for me. My hands gripped her ass, and I hauled her up into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and that was when I’d realized I’d forgotten something very important.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
“Don’t need it,” Blakely said confidently. “I have an IUD, and I’ve…I’ve been tested recently. So, please, please keep fucking going unless you have a reason to worry.”
There wasn’t a reason to worry, so I did what the horny, impatient woman in my arms wanted. I shifted enough that she was braced against the door, and I could easily hold her in one hand while I gripped myself with the other and ran the head of my cock between her legs.
“You’re proportional,” she said, staring down at my hand. “You’re big ,
and so is your cock.”
She gasped when I notched my big cock at her entrance and slipped in half an inch. Her mouth dropped open, and her head tilted back as I sank deeper. God, she was so fucking tight, and the heat radiating off her was enough to set me on fire.
“Go slow,” she whispered. “It’s been…a while.”
Digging deep for some thread of self-control, I went slow. I pushed in half an inch at a time until her cunt was stretched around the base of my cock. Her forehead dropped forward against mine, and each of her warm breaths fluttered over my lips.
“You feel perfect wrapped around me.”
She nodded her agreement and tightened her arms around my neck. She pulled me in for a searing, long kiss as I pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Her satisfied cry was music to my ears.
“Do it again. Please. Please .”
I widened my legs and braced my feet, cradling her ass in my hands as I took her mouth. “Yes, ma’am. Since you asked so nicely.”