33. Bash
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
BASH
“Spread your legs, Gwen,” I order.
A husky chuckle spills from her lips as she slowly lifts her foot, dragging it along the side of her calf, taking her sweet fucking time like the tease that she is.
“Think that’s funny, do you? What about this hickey?” I glance up at her. “Think that’s funny too?”
A sly smile curves her lips as she lifts one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “Maybe a little bit.”
“Then you won’t mind if I just…” I drop my head and bite her inner thigh. Hard enough that she gasps. Her fingers flex where they curl into the bunched fabric, her hips thrusting toward me.
“Have a taste?” I finish before kissing the red mark my teeth have left behind.
“N-no.” Her response comes out breathy and her teeth graze over her damp bottom lip as she stares down at me with glassy eyes.
“Good,” I mutter, unable to look away from the apex of her thighs. The red mark—proving that she’s mine.
With a rush of territorialism, I decide matching marks would look damn good on her.
I bite her opposite thigh, sucking on her skin, dick hardening as the closet fills with her desperate little mewling sounds. Her pelvis bucks again, and I watch as another mark blooms on her milky skin.
“Bash,” she murmurs, one hand reaching forward so her fingers can rake through my hair. They close and she tugs. “Hurry up. I can’t?—”
I slip one finger into her, cutting off whatever she was about to say and watching the way she takes me. My cock throbs uncomfortably in my jeans.
When I add a second finger, she tugs my hair again, hissing out a breath as she drags my head closer.
I chuckle, mere inches from her pussy as she physically begs me for it.
“Bash, I am going to lose my fucking mind if you don’t put your mouth on me.”
This time, when I push my fingers in, I twist. A shiver racks her body. I know I’m driving her wild and I could not care less. Just watching the way she reacts gets me off.
“Frustrating, isn’t it? Try being me, having to live in the same house as you while you traipse around in those flimsy fucking leggings, Gwen. Been dreaming of this pretty little cunt for months, so you’re just going to have to suffer while I take my time enjoying it.”
My words elicit a frustrated growl from her, and I chuckle in response. I add a third finger, and she pants while I enjoy her pussy stretching to accommodate my touch.
Pulling out, I spread her and rub the slick wetness over her lips. I suck in a breath as her sex glistens before me, making me lick my lips.
“Look at you. Delicious. So fucking tight,” I growl as I reach down with my opposite hand to adjust myself in my pants. “So fucking wet.” I shake my head in disbelief. As though I can’t quite believe I’m here. With her. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I push my fingers back in and almost blow my load as I watch her take me. “Fucking made for me, baby.”
“Bash, Bash…” she chants, and it’s music to my ears. My name on her lips, my fingers inside her, that raspy fucking voice.
I cave. For her, I fold. Unable to hold back any longer, I drop my mouth to her pussy and take my first taste, the point of my tongue trailing through her seam lightly.
“Oh god,” she moans, and I flick my tongue against her clit.
I don’t devour her. I savor her and this moment.
Much like earlier, we’re locked away in a private bubble.
The beat of the music pumps from below us and sets a languid pace.
My fingers and mouth working in tandem. Her choppy breaths.
My heartbeat in my ears. The sweet taste of her on my tongue as I press closer, hiking her leg over my shoulder so I can squeeze that delectable ass.
She grinds against me, and I pull her closer, the fervor between us hitting a fever pitch with every stroke of my tongue. I push into her. I nip at her. I look up and see her chest heaving. I look to the side and see my mark left on her leg.
My cock twitches and I double my efforts.
I turn from patient to demanding. Finger-fucking her harder as my threads of control fray. My free hand explores every curve. Her nails scratch at my scalp. The world around me zeroes in.
All I can see is her. All I can feel is her. All I can taste is her. I’m fucking drowning in her and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Bash,” she whispers. “I’m so close. I’m?—”
I rear back and take my hands off. “Not yet. If you come, I’m going to blow in my pants.”
She nods briskly, gulping for air. Her gaze is unfocused. She looks entirely lust addled. And quite frankly, I feel the same.
Which is the only explanation for what I do next.
I take her hand and lead her out of the closet, looking both ways to make sure the bedroom door is closed before I drag her to the balcony. My fingers flick the dead bolt open and my heart thunders while my dick aches painfully.
“What are we doing?” she asks, voice thick and eager.
I look back over my shoulder at her flushed cheeks and sparkling lilac eyes. “What I told you earlier today I’ve dreamed of. I have a laundry list of ways I plan to fuck you. And overlooking the lake is at the very top.”
“Now?”
I step out onto the balcony, tilting my head to listen. All sounds of outdoor conversation are gone. The low mumble of voices comes only from inside the house.
“Yes. Now. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve waited long enough. And no one can see up here anyway,” I say, tugging her out with me.
Her responding giggle is light and airy.
Playful and downright alluring. As she passes me, I trail a hand over her hip, placing her directly in front of me as I walk us toward the railing.
Her hands wrap around the metal bar, and she folds herself at the hips, hiking her skirt up with a knowing smirk on her lips.
I don’t even know where to look first. That face. That mouth. That ass. Do I take a step back and enjoy a panoramic view of her bent over for me while the sun sets beyond her?
I feel like a goddamn kid at a fair. Overstimulated. Not sure which ride to take first.
The fabric trails up over the back of her thick thighs, slowly revealing the curve of her ass. “What are you waiting for, Rousseau? You gonna fuck me or just stand there and stare?”
I hold a finger up to my mouth, reminding her to be quiet. “Shh, baby. We’re sneaking around here, remember?”
She presses her lips together, understanding dawning in her eyes. But then she widens her stance, pushes up onto her tiptoes, and arches her back in offering.
“Then hurry, I’m so close,” she murmurs, reaching one hand down between her legs and making a show of playing with herself.
My lungs seize and my head tips back as I let out a rough, “Fuuuccckkk.” Because this is not making me want to hurry.
It’s making want to take a seat and watch.
So I do.
I retreat a few steps, plunk down in my favorite chair. Gripping the armrests, I take in the view. Her pale skin seems to catch the fiery pink and orange hues slashing across the sky.
“Come for me, Gwen,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Let me watch.”
Her fingers still, and her head snaps over her shoulder, eyes skating over my face as though she’s checking to see if I’m joking. My expression stays impassive as I undo my pants, tug them lower, and pull my painfully hard cock out. Stroking it while holding her gaze.
Her lips part on a needy sigh and her fingers move again. She swaps between fucking herself and rubbing firm circles on her clit. I stroke myself, marveling at her beauty. Her body. Her confidence. Her willingness. Fuck, she’s just so… fun .
She’s so good for me.
We move in time, and I can see her orgasm build. Her muscles tense, her legs shake. Part of me wants to rush over and help her, the other part is getting off on watching her try so damn hard.
Her panting grows heavier, and so does mine. Precum beads at the head of my cock, and I rotate my fist, spreading it. My gaze fixates on where she rubs back and forth on her clit with increasing intensity.
“Oh fuck, Bash!” she calls out as her flexible body folds forward with the weight of her orgasm. Her puffy pink cunt pulses, and I can’t hold back.
Three strides and I’m behind her. With one hand gripping her hip, we’re lined up, and before she can even finish coming, she’s impaled on my cock.
Her pussy is snug and hot and my brain short-circuits as I take a moment to get my bearings.
“Fuck, fuck!” she cries out again, and it’s too loud.
I reach forward, cupping a hand over her mouth. “Gwen, baby, I need you to be quiet. You can scream for me later. But right now, I need you to shut your mouth and take this cock like the good girl I know you can be.”
She nods eagerly and her breath fans against my palm as I pull out and push back in. Heat dances down my spine and tension curls in my hips.
“I’m not going to last long after that little show.”
She nods again. I thrust again. We both groan.
I move, finding an easy rhythm. Her supple body takes me so damn well. Hot, tight, and made for me. The knowledge that her party is still going on just one floor below does nothing but excite me.
Gwen does nothing but excite me.
My hands grip her full, glorious ass as I lean back to watch where we’re joined. The sight of my cock buried inside her almost takes me out. I feel the rush that comes when I’m close to finishing. The desperation. The single-minded focus.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you. Do you know that?”
She mumbles something against my palm, head nodding, as she pushes back into my length. Perspiration prickles at the back of my neck, and my hand grips the globe of her ass.
“I’m going to fill you up so full, Gwen.” My words come harsh and fast as I fuck her.
And it’s the muffled “yes, please” from behind my palm that sets me off. I unleash, fucking her hard and relentless. She meets my every stroke. Her head bobbles and her body trembles.