Chapter 6
Fox
He’d at least stopped talking and started…
Yes. I thought he might have been…like this.
Like when he stopped the facade and started actually letting himself be?
That he would prove to be amazing. The way he flipped me over and pinned me down, his fingers still stuck in my hair. He pulled, yes, but I liked it.
I thought I liked everything he was doing to me. His shirt was still on, but I managed to tug his shorts down so I could grab his arse. Big, round globes of absolute goodness. Hard, firm muscle and a dick that I hadn’t dared eyeball yet, but that was definitely grinding against my thigh.
Not that I had much muscle on my thigh, but I had a round little stomach and he was currently sucking his way down my chest—wet, sloppy kisses as he took my nipple into that mouth on him and licked.
Lazy circles of his tongue and then a sharp intake of breath.
Lips clamped around my bud, and I was moaning loudly with no care in the world if anyone could hear us.
The patio doors were still wide open; at least the curtains were half drawn, preventing anyone walking past us on the beach from looking in.
I suddenly thanked the holy entity that had placed me on this blot on the landscape for at least choosing a small resort with no crowding.
Luxury at its finest, the website had promised.
An entire beach to yourself. Not mentioning the parents next door and the other people, and I was silently counting down the minutes until Huw and Simon would turn up to ensure I hadn’t been fucked to death or something.
I was being fucked to death. I was quite sure of it, my dick already uncomfortably squashed against his stomach, and now he was moving on to the other nipple, and I gasped as the wet skin got hit with cool air from the fan above.
Then my neck. Deep, heady sucks of skin, like he was trying to devour me. Smell me, his nose pushing deep cavities into my chest as he moved onto my stomach, a deep growl coming out as he buried his face right there. My belly button getting kissed as my skin got scratched up with his stubble.
I liked it. Oh yes. Yes, please.
I wasn’t someone who liked things tender. I liked…
I liked it raw. I liked desperate. I liked control, and I liked being…
Fuck. Oh God. Now he had my cock in his grip, licking the tip, and I hadn’t even caught up in my head, the gasp coming out of me kind of embarrassing.
Not that he noticed, his eyes closed as I just stared at him.
My neck hurting and my hands moving through his hair, grabbing hold of him and trying to make him just…
Please.
Please, just suck my cock and make me…
“Fuck,” I groaned, as I pushed my heels into the mattress.
Bad idea. Hurt like hell. I tried to shift my arse a little and had to let go of him for a sec to shove a pillow behind my head because I, for one, me, Fox Riley, was not going to miss a second of this.
Of the way his hands were sliding up and down my length.
His mouth following. His tongue teasing me like the menace he obviously was, licking up and down my very willing body part, making my skin cold and hot at the same time, then he…
Holy crap, he took me all the way down his throat and then stayed there.
I found myself impossibly trapped inside his mouth as his nostrils flared.
The gasps rolling off my tongue weren’t even embarrassing at this point because it was like that feeling of having lost your inhibitions and completely surrendering to the state of…play… Fuck…
I kept gritting out that word, but it was the only word that fit what was happening to me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he suddenly said out of nowhere, looking straight at me, where I had obviously zoned into some state of bliss and forgotten how to use my mouth. So I nodded. Vigorously.
“You should perhaps close the patio doors because I’m loud in bed,” I admitted. Honesty. Right there. I wondered if it was those pills or if this really was me. A new version of me. One that didn’t give a fuck.
“Good thinking,” he replied, getting up and leaving me there. Splattered on the bed in a pool of sheets and covers, having somehow lost his pants and my dick standing straight up and my legs bending wide open.
Like the slut I was. And the lovely man he was? I was realising that part. He was lovely. He was kind and generous, and now he was closing the patio doors and tugging the curtains closed, and at the same time, I leant over and flicked on the bedside light.
I was not going to miss a moment of this. Not when his shorts were hanging on his thighs and his cock. His…impressive cock. Wow. Not huge. Not small. Normal. Perfect. Thick. Dark in colour and lots of pubic hair. No stupid manscaping. Just a hairy stomach under that T-shirt and that…
I wanted it. I wanted him. And when he finally let the shorts slide down those legs on him and turned around? I almost cheered loudly.
“You’ve got a gorgeous arse,” I hiccupped out. I was just being honest. Again.
He grunted something in return, rummaging in his bag.
“You always bottom?” he asked. Like we were talking about dinner plans. Swimming habits.
“Totally vers,” I replied. Honesty. I would do anything to him. For him. With him. Then he turned around and pulled his T-shirt over his head, and I had to grab my cock. Give it a few good tugs, because the vision in front of me?
“You’re stunning,” I said, then I had to wipe the corner of my mouth. Drooling like the greedy man I was, but hey. I wanted that cock. Preferably in my mouth. Right now.
“I’m on PreP,” he declared, walking towards me. Supplies in his hand. The good stuff. I knew good stuff, and I knew cheap shit. I’d put up with Thomas’s cheap shit for far too long. “Condoms are non-negotiable.”
“Agreed.” I had to swallow. “I really want to suck your cock. No condom for oral, if that’s okay with you.”
“Any other requirements?” I’d forgotten he was a doctor. Of course he was. Nothing I had to explain here.
“Ehhr. I’m on PreP too. Tested regularly. All that. Been with the same partner for years, but then… Yeah. You already know. He wasn’t faithful. I’ve been tested since. Twice actually…”
He shut me up with a kiss, his mouth back on mine. “Don’t want to know about the ex. Just want to know if you’re alright with me using my mouth on you?”
“Only if you’ll let me suck you.”
I wasn’t that much smaller than him. Definitely strong enough to flip him over and land myself where I wanted to be.
My foot was screaming in pain as I accidentally flexed the sole, but it was worth it.
Worth it for the kiss I got, the way he let me bury my face in his chest hair and drag myself down over his stomach.
Softness everywhere. Skin. Warmth. And that cock, the reward at the end.
Kisses into his groin, coarse hair and gorgeous musky scents hitting me from every angle.
Sun cream perhaps. A hint of fragrance, even down here. Clean.
Him. Oh God. He was nothing like what I had imagined. He was a million times better. Perfection hitting me from every angle, as I gave my cock a few more tugs down there, trying to hold myself up with one arm, my face still somewhere in his groin.
I was horny as anything, turned on to the max, and if I wasn’t careful, I would…
“Turn around. Give me your arse,” he barked from up there. His hands were back in my hair, but this time he was pushing my head down. Helping me turn and straddle him, arranging my arse over his chest, his hands now positioning my body like I had no willpower of my own. No control.
Nothing. And I was gasping out little breaths, wondering what he was about to do to me. My cock straining, my arse twitching, his hands pulling me apart, and my foot?
“Careful,” he whispered. As I gently placed my goddamn foot on the pillow next to his head. “And arse over here.”
Apparently.
And I opened my mouth, gasping for that big, fat cockhead in my line of vision as he buried his face, his mouth, all that stubble, right in my crack, and I might have shouted. Roared with shock and excitement and heaven knew what was going on in my head.
Silencing myself with a mouth full of cock only to let go so I could roar as his tongue lapped over my opening.
What the hell had I created here? A monster, apparently.
The forty-something man on holiday with his parents?
Had turned out to be… “FUCK!” I had to shout that right out when he once again turned me inside out, licking around my twitching hole.
He was making me all weak, my hips jerking around, my knees spasming, and here I was again, shouting out obscenities, then gobbling up the head of that cock again so I could suck at him, hollowing my cheeks around him, my tongue lapping up all the flavours he brought.
He tasted of sex. Of him. Of everything that so blatantly turned me on.
And yet, he was…surprise after surprise.
A big, thick digit now prodding at my hole as his tongue still gave me sharp tremors, my body reacting to him with everything I had.
My dick twitching. My mouth drooling. My vocal cords producing violent breaths as he pushed that finger right inside me.
I might have screamed. I might have just gasped. I had no control anymore, apart from that I pushed my arse back so he could go deeper. Way inside me with whatever finger that was.
“Please fuck me,” I pleaded, as he once again removed the finger and replaced it with his mouth.
Sucking at my slack opening and making me wonder what the hell this was.
People didn’t fuck like this. Or did they?
Noah Fairweather apparently did. And fucking me he was, with his mouth, his fingers, that cock on him in my mouth and the things he was saying?