Chapter 22 #2
“My needy girl,” he says, nipping my earlobe. “I’m going to make you come harder than you have in your entire life.” He squeezes my clit between his thumb and pointer finger. My body locks as a shockwave of pleasure shoots through me. “I’m not going to fuck you until I’m done having my way.”
“Fuck, Zander,” I say on a pant, then he’s on his knees.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn't his face between my thighs. I’ve dated a few men, had decent sex, even if I’d never come from penetration until Zander, but this…none of them had wanted to reciprocate oral sex. And, Jesus Christ, it’s so fucking perfect that Zander is my first.
I know I won’t last long the second his mouth lands on my clit. I cry out so loud it echoes around us. I cover my mouth as Zander chuckles against me, buzzing sensation through my core.
“Zander,” I say, gripping the railing so hard my knuckles turn white. “Zander, my God.”
“You taste like fucking heaven, Adelaide.” I can feel his breath against my clit and it makes my knees weak. “Now you’re going to ride my face until you come. Make a mess so everyone knows what we did out here.”
His words get me so wet I can feel myself dripping down my legs. He runs his tongue along my inner thighs, lapping me up before returning to my hot core. I shudder with his lips on me, his fingers curling inside me.
My head drops to the railing. I can hardly keep myself up.
I must make some noise, a whimper, a low growl, because he intuitively senses me at the edge.
His fingers pick up speed, mouth presses firmer.
His tongue flicks against the bud like it’s his damn job.
I can hear my pulse in my ears, feel it between my thighs. The ache is deep and stunning.
“Come for me, Addie,” he commands. He kisses my clit, a gesture so at odds with the manic movement of his fingers. “Come on my face.”
I gasp. He removes his fingers from me and the lack of action is shocking. It makes my body go rigid.
“Zander,” I growl.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ve got you. This is the grand finale.”
He licks from my clit to my entrance. It’s messy and delicious.
It’s such a tease this late in the game when I’m this frazzled.
And then his tongue pushes inside me. I fracture.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
He vigorously circles my clit as I ride through a powerful orgasm that leaves me slumped against his balcony.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper.
He stands, drawing my face to his, making me taste myself on his lips. My pussy clenches hard, building the wave of a new orgasm. I moan into his mouth.
“Zander,” I pant. “I need you.”
I reach for his belt buckle, undo it with shaky fingers. He chuckles.
“I’ll take over for you,” he says, placing another kiss on my lips. I run my tongue over my bottom lip as he undoes his jeans, lowers the zipper, and slips himself out of his boxers. God, I almost drool. He palms himself. I can’t take my eyes off him. “Bend over.”
I do. I can’t form a thought. I would do anything he asked me if it meant I got to come around him again.
He slams into me, no warning or preamble. He sinks into me over and over and over again, my arms behind my back, clasped together in one of his long-fingered hands at the wrist. His other works my clit into oblivion.
I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensation of the moment. My body is completely electrified. His drenched fingers slip up my dress, along my bare flesh, until he finds my bra. He slips underneath a cup and plays with the nipple. I feel the pull throughout my body.
“I can feel you close to the edge, Addie,” Zander grits out before a low moan rips from his throat. “You’re clenching so hard around me.”
I pant, hard. I can’t catch my breath as our bodies move together. His hips slap against my ass, the sound echoing.
“Zander.” I breathe. I’m so out of body, it barely even sounds like his name. “I can’t—please.”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
Somehow he does.
He grinds into me, hitting a spot I never would have thought was possible. I let out a strangled cry.
“Can I come inside you?” he asks, kissing my neck.
“Yes.”
The word gives us permission to explode. He strokes erratically as he empties himself inside me. I fall back against him as my body turns to rubber. He lowers us to the ground, his back against the darkened glass of the balcony, my head on his chest.
“I’ve never…” I can’t finish the sentence.
“I know.” His chest heaves as much as mine. “Sorry, I ruined your dress.”
I look down at the black fabric, the inside dotted with the white of his cum, still leaking out of me. I shrug.
“This makes it better.”
Somewhere in the recesses of my brain, a tinny, scratching noise registers. I look up from where I’m cradled against Zander’s body and laugh. His head snaps up.
“Lucy,” he whispers and face palms.
“Poor girl had to witness that through stick-on stained glass. Which, hey, were you inspired by someone?”
“Do I need to ruin more of your clothes to prove just how inspiring you are?” he asks.
“No, thank you,” I say. I get up on my knees, crawl until I find my underwear, then stuff it into a pocket of my dress. “Should we go eat?” He smirks. “Some actual food, this time.”