32. Chapter Thirty-One #3
My hips buck as I desperately grind myself against him, trying to relieve the pressure building.
Bringing his lips back up to the length of my neck, he places soft kisses against my skin before he draws back and stares at me with a smirk.
Slowly, he removes one hand from around my back, trailing it over my side, while gently coasting his fingers across the exposed skin between the hem of my top and the band of my shorts.
"Tell me you want this," he whispers, dark eyes holding mine.
Dragging my lip between my teeth, I nod.
"I want this."
A dark, pleased sound reverberates through him as his fingers make quick work of the button and zipper on my shorts.
Loosening my legs from around his waist, he steps back, his hands skimming down my legs until they reach my ankles.
Carefully, he slips off my shoes, letting them fall beside him before he steps forward again, repositioning himself between my thighs.
"Lift your hips," he instructs, tapping my legs.
Leaning back onto the cool felt of the table, I do as he asks, allowing him to tug the tight denim over my hips.
He slowly pulls the shorts down until they drop to the floor.
My breathing goes shallow as I lift myself onto my elbows, watching as his eyes roam up my legs. My cheeks heat when his gaze fixates on the skimpy thong barely covering me.
A fire blazes inside of me when his hands connect with my skin, fingers deftly making their way up the sides of my thighs while he lowers himself to his knees.
Looking up at me with reverence, he gently lifts each leg onto his wide shoulders, breath skating over my inner thighs as his hands wrap around them, opening them up enough for him to wedge himself closer.
Dropping his hooded gaze to between my thighs, his tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his lips.
"Seems we have one last obstacle in the way," he mutters, as he leans forward and captures the scrap of fabric between his teeth.
I gasp when he tugs his head back, ripping my underwear away and humming in appreciation at the sight no longer hidden from him.
"That's better."
Discarding the item of clothing on the floor, his eyes lock with mine, and a promising smirk plays on his lips.
Holding my legs firmly in place, he lowers his head slowly as hot and heavy breaths ghost over my already sensitive clit.
Shivers burst through my body as he places a soft, open-mouthed kiss against the junction of my thighs. Moving his mouth lower, his tongue darts out for a teasing, fleeting taste.
My breath hitches, and I watch in fascination as his tongue swipes through my folds before he closes his mouth around me, sucking my clit into his mouth.
Head dropping back, fingers digging into the felt beneath me, I let a quiet moan flow from my lips.
"Fuck, you taste amazing."
He hums against me, the vibrations thrumming through my lower body, and I screw my eyes shut, lift my hips and push myself into him, desperate for more.
His strokes remain slow at first, his tongue flat and covering me entirely, but it doesn't take him long to gain confidence.
Picking up the pace, he circles his tongue around my clit, then suctions his lips around it.
A shuddering gasp is drawn from my chest, and my quaking thighs try to tighten around his head, but his fingers dig into my flesh, keeping them open for him as he devours me.
Leaning back on the pool table, I slap a hand over my mouth to contain the sounds I'm desperate to release, and screw my eyes shut, reaching for him with the other.
My fingers twist into the dark waves on his head, applying pleasure and burying his face deeper into my pussy.
He chuckles against me as he dips his tongue inside, and black dots enter my vision.
My stomach tightens, and my legs tremble.
Swirling his tongue over me once more, he sucks my clit into his mouth and applies a slight pressure with his teeth, which pushes me over the edge.
My back arches, and guttural groans pour from my partially covered mouth as my nails scrape against his scalp, trying to pull him away from my sensitive flesh before I scream the whole clubhouse down.
He doesn't let up.
He continues his pleasurable assault, growling and grumbling against me as if he's a rabid animal who's finally caught its prey.
Releasing one hand from around my leg, he strokes his fingers across my skin, under my thigh, and in between my legs.
Before I can focus too much on what he's doing, his fingers swipe through the wet puddle he's made, gently teasing me as he leans back and draws in deep breaths.
Glancing down at him, I find him watching his movements with hooded eyes.
His fingers brush over my clit, and I yelp, drawing his attention to my face.
His lips curl up, and he drops one thick finger to my entrance, circling the opening.
"Think you can go again, Red?"
My jaw drops, and I shake my head.
"Fuck no." My breathing is ragged, my legs are still trembling, and I'm convinced I'm already dripping on the floor beneath me. "There's no—"
His finger slips inside me with ease, ending my sentence instantly.
"I think you can," he says, as he dips his head back down.
Fuck me.
This man's going to kill me.