Chapter 20 #2
“Oh god.” Her hands immediately go to my hair, fingers tangling, holding me there like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
Not a fucking chance. I lick her with long, firm strokes from her entrance up to her clit, tasting every inch of her. She’s so fucking wet, so sweet on my tongue, and I could do this for hours, just taste her and make her fall apart with my mouth.
I take my time. She tastes incredible and the sounds she’s making are driving me absolutely insane. When I add my fingers back, curling them just right, she makes this high, desperate sound that tells me she’s close.
“Jack, I’m—” She can’t even finish the sentence, her whole body tensing.
“I know,” I murmur against her. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
She comes apart with my name on her lips, her ass rising off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head. I work her through it, drawing it out as long as I can, until she’s pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive and shaking.
I kiss back up her body, taking my time, until I’m hovering over her again. She’s flushed all over, her hair a mess, breathing hard, looking thoroughly wrecked.
“Holy shit,” she says between breaths, and her voice is completely hoarse.
I look down at her. “Good?”
“Shut up.” She pulls me down for a kiss that’s deep and messy, her tongue sliding against mine. When she pulls back there’s heat in her eyes. “Your turn.”
She pushes at my shoulder and I roll onto my back, letting her take control. She straddles my thighs for a moment, her hands running over my chest, then she’s kissing down my body, her mouth hot against my skin, making me groan.
Then she slides off the bed and settles on her knees between my legs on the floor.
The sight of her like that makes my breath catch. Dark hair messy and wild, completely naked and on her knees for me. “Lark…”
“Shhhh.” She wraps her hand around me and just holds me for a moment. The heat of her palm against my skin makes me groan. She strokes once, twice, up and down. Her thumb swipes over the head and spreads the bead of precum on the tip of my cock.
Then she leans down and licks me from base to tip in one long stroke.
“Fuck, Lark,” I groan. She does it again, licking and tasting me, her tongue swirling around the head. I fist my hands in the sheets to keep from grabbing her hair and forcing her deeper.
Then she takes me in her mouth and sinks down in one smooth motion.
Every coherent thought evaporates. The heat, the wetness, the suction are almost too much.
“Fuck,” I breathe, watching her because I can’t look away.
She takes me deeper until I feel myself hit the back of her throat, looking at me with those dark eyes. I thrust into her mouth and she moans in response.
“You like that?” I ask, thrusting again.
“Mmmm,” she hums around me, and the vibration nearly undoes me.
“Touch yourself, Lark. I want to see you touch yourself while you’re sucking my cock.”
Her eyes go wide and she pulls back, gasping, saliva connecting her lips to my dick. Her hand never stops working me. A grin spreads across her face and her free hand slides down between her thighs. Then she takes me back so deep I nearly lose it right there.
The pleasure builds too fast. Heat spreads through my body and my balls draw up tight. She starts moaning against me while her hand moves faster between her legs. My whole body tenses. If she keeps this up for another thirty seconds I’m going to come down her throat.
“Alright, that’s enough.” I reach for her but she pulls back on her own, releasing me with a wet pop.
“Not yet,” she says. Before I can process what’s happening, she’s pushing at my shoulders. “Lie back.”
“Lark—”
“I said lie back, Jack.” The command in her voice shoots straight through me.
I do as she says, watching as she straddles my hips. The sight of her above me, flushed and confident, makes my cock twitch.
She notices and smiles. “Like what you see?”
“You have no idea.”
She reaches between us, positioning me at her entrance. Then she sinks down in one smooth motion, taking me deep. We both groan at the sensation.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my hands finding her hips. “You feel incredible.”
She braces her hands on my chest and starts to move. Slow at first, finding her rhythm, rolling her hips in a way that has us both gasping. I let her set the pace, watching her take what she needs.
“That’s it,” I encourage, running my hands up her sides. “Take what you want.”
She picks up speed, confidence growing with each movement. When she leans back slightly, changing the angle, we both moan. Her breasts bounce with each movement and I reach up to cup them, thumbing her nipples.
“God, Jack,” she gasps, riding me harder now. The sight of her using my body for her pleasure is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I can feel myself getting close, the heat building at the base of my spine. My grip on her hips tightens. “Lark, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” she says, and suddenly she’s lifting off me.
I make a sound of protest, but she’s already moving down my body with purpose.
“What are you—”
She doesn’t let me finish the question. “I want to taste us,” she says, and then her mouth is on my cock again. She takes me deep, one hand working what she can’t fit in her mouth, the other cupping my balls.
“Fuck, Lark, I’m—” The warning is all I can manage.
She doesn’t pull back. Instead, she takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks and humming around me. Her eyes meet mine, dark and determined, and that’s what undoes me.
I come hard, groaning her name as pleasure crashes through me. She takes everything, swallowing around me as I pulse in her mouth. Her hand keeps stroking, drawing out every last drop until I’m shaking, until I black out momentarily.
Finally, she releases me and crawls back up my body. I pull her into my side instinctively, both of us breathing hard. She curls into me without hesitation, her head on my chest right over my still-racing heart. One leg thrown over mine, her arm draped across my stomach.
I’m still floating somewhere outside my body, absolutely destroyed in the best possible way. That was… fuck, there aren’t even words.
She lifts her head and looks at me. There’s something soft and open in her expression, vulnerable in a way that makes me want to shield her from everything bad in the world. “I’m really glad you’re here,” she says.
“Me too,” I tell her, and I mean it more than I’ve meant anything in a long time. I brush her hair back from her face gently and tuck the dark strands behind her ear. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Because being here with her feels right in a way nothing else in my life ever has.