7. Lilith #3
“Good girl.” Alaric snatches my hand, flattening it against the wall before he finds my center of pleasure again, rubbing my clit with his precum. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?” His movements become jerky, harsher, less practiced. “Fucking do it. Come all over me. Make a mess on my cock.”
“It tingles. My stomach. My p-pussy.”
Pussy. I’ve never said this word out loud. With Alaric, I feel sexy. Like a woman who isn’t ashamed of her needs, of being herself.
“The things you say.” He works his hips faster. His fingers too.
It’s magic. It’s heat. It’s taking me high until—
“Oh my God.” My lips can’t seem to close at the onslaught of pleasure. My climax is so earth-shattering that tears run down my cheeks. I’m shaking, needing. “Oh. Oh.”
“There you go.” He pinches my clit, elongating my climax. “That’s it. I’m here. Not letting—fuck—go.”
Then, with one hand firm on my hip, he pulls back and jerks himself off before coming all over me.
This is bliss, having my back, crack, and ass drenched with him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, softer now as he moves around me, tipping my chin up for a long, tender kiss. “Are you okay?”
Okay? No, I’m not just okay. I’ve never felt so cared for in my life. Even more so when he goes to grab a few tissues from his backpack and wipes my pussy and backside clean.
There’s a quiet intention in how he tends to me. Devotion too.
I’m falling for him. Like, really falling.
Because he’s not just someone I’ve made up in my head anymore. Alaric is truly everything I could’ve ever wanted.
But saying that might scare him off.
Which is why what ends up coming out of my mouth is a simple, “Yes.”
“That pleases me.” His eyes flick to mine, his gaze warm. “More than anything.”
While he cleans his cock, then tucks himself into his scrubs, his gaze roams over my back and ass, maybe to see if he’s missed anything. Seemingly pleased, he nods before rolling the dirty tissues in his hand and stuffing them in his bag.
I keep quiet, not telling him there’s one spot on my ass that still feels a little damp. When I get home, I’ll put my panties with his mark on them in their own drawer.
A trophy.
Mine.
Stealthily, I push myself off the wall and start pulling up my jeans and panties.
They’re about to reach my ass. His cum is about to leave a permanent mark on my underwear.
“Don’t.” Alaric presses a hand to one of mine.
The command in his touch stops me right where I am. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t say a single word. Curiosity and desire crash into me as he lowers his face until he’s inches from my ass.
With his palm curled around the front of my thigh, he pulls me closer.
Dammit, he’s too low. I can’t see what he’s doing back there. I can’t, and I want it so much and—
“Oh!” I yelp at the feel of his lips on my butt cheek.
He’s sucking his cum off me.
My eyebrows shoot up, but I’m too overwhelmed to ask why he did that. So I just watch this gorgeous, attentive man as he adjusts my jeans and moves to stand at my side.
His cheeks are slightly puffed, and that, too, confuses me. Before I can make sense of it, though, he hooks an arm around my back, pulling me away from the wall and against him.
There’s no mistaking how hard he is all over again, yet he isn’t asking for another round.
No. His fingers catch my chin, and Alaric tilts my face closer to his, until those blue eyes are all I see.
The air in the room crackles for the longest second before he tugs at my bottom lip, a silent demand to open wide.
Eager to please him, I obey.
Every pore in my body is aware of this man as he leans in, his lips hovering over mine.
Then. Then.
He releases his spit and the cum he sucked off me into my waiting mouth.
Everything we’ve done so far pales in comparison to this territorial act, one of ownership. What should be wrong and twisted feeds the darkest parts of me.
“Don’t swallow yet. I want to feel it going down your throat.” He snaps my mouth shut, his thumb dragging over my wet lips. His free hand finds my throat and squeezes me when he says, “Now.”
Though I want the taste of him in my mouth for all eternity, pleasing him is just as much of a turn-on.
The feral growl he lets out when I gulp sends a low current of electricity through me. My body pushes deeper into his, my hands clawing at his shirt.
My heart is racing, beating against my rib cage.
Bambambambambambambambam.
“Is that okay?” I whisper when I’m done, parting my lips slightly for him.
“Fucking perfect.” His voice drops an octave as he leans in for a kiss. “Looks like both of us got our hands on each other’s secrets. At least one of them.”
We smile at each other for a few seconds as I whisper, “You taste good.”
“So do you.”
I’m bathing in his praise when something shifts in him. Alaric tilts his head, creases lining his smooth forehead.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, unable to stand the silence.
“I can’t help but feel like I treated you.” He’s being soft, caressing my jaw as if I’m made of glass. “Must have been years ago. That’s why I can’t remember you. Your face—you, you’re too special. It couldn’t have been in the past year or two.”
My mouth goes dry. My stomach flutters with unease.
“I have to go.” I wriggle out of his hold and grab the door handle. “So do you. See you soon.”
His hand reaches for my arm. “Lilith.”
But I’m already gone.