20. ashton #2
I gasp as he presses forward, taking my clit and the jewelry into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them together.
A low moan falls from my lips as one hand falls to tangle in his hair.
I grip the mass of curls with my fingers, pressing him into the apex of my thighs, and he hums quietly from the back of his throat.
I lift my right leg and hook it over his shoulder, pressing him closer.
My other hand reaches up of its own accord to pinch one of my nipples, rolling it hard between my fingertips. My entire body is buzzing from the arousal coursing through my veins.
“Touching yourself while I eat, chef? Doesn’t seem sanitary. Not a very polite host.” A thick finger works its way from my clit to my entrance, slowly sliding inside and curling gently.
“Your finger is in my cunt right now, honey,” I say, pinching my nipple again and gasping. “Talk to me more about sanitary.”
“It’s polite though, right?” He slides his finger almost all the way out before pushing it back in.
“Very demure.” I tip my head back against the wall and swallow hard. “If you wanted to be mindful, you could give me another finger.”
“Two fingers? I’m still eating my appetizer.”
“Then stop talking and fucking eat, honey,” I snap lightly.
It comes out as a groan and he chuckles quietly, a low rumble from his lips as he presses his face into me again.
I feel the vibration against me a split second before I feel his tongue.
It probes my skin, dipping inside to join his finger before moving to flick against my clit.
Between his tongue and my jewelry, the stimulation reaches a fever pitch quickly.
“Gonna come in my mouth, little devil?”
“Gonna come,” I grit out. “Gonna fucking come.”
I glance down. Brooks’s hand is wrapped around his cock, jeans and boxer briefs pushed halfway down his thighs.
He presses his lips to me, wrapping them around my clit one more time before flicking the silver bar with his tongue.
It jostles, nudging against my clit a split second before his mouth closes around the bundle of nerves, and the sensation is enough to make me detonate.
“Fuck, honey, yes,” I gasp. The tongue and finger combination has always been one of my favorites—a surefire way to have me soaking the sheets—but my god, no one has ever eaten me out so beautifully before.
I feel it before it happens but I don’t have the time to warn him before I soak his lips, his chin, the light brown stubble covering his jaw.
I rock my pelvis, riding his hand and face as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.
And then his tongue darts out to meet my clit again, feather-light pulsations against the over sensitive nerves that have my knees buckling.
“Yes, oh fuck, right there, honey,” I moan long and loud as another wave crests. My heel digs into the space between his shoulder blades as my thighs tremble.
The finger in my pussy curls and slides as I ride out my second orgasm. My god, all of that from one finger.
“Five stars,” he whispers against my pussy. “I’m ready for my entrée now.”
“Fuck,” I sigh, sucking in great gulps of air and trying to catch my breath. “Might need a minute to recover.”
He chuckles against me, and I feel the rumble heat the blood in my veins.
His finger slides out again, and this time, he adds a second one, stretching me a little more.
I push my hips down, taking his fingers deeper and adjusting to the stretch, relishing in the gentle burn as he scissors and curls them.
He grins up at me from his knees, lips and chin soaked with my arousal.
Smug and wild at the same time. The collar of his T-shirt is damp from where my juices have trailed down his throat and gathered on the cotton.
I rake my gaze over him. The slow bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows hard, watching me play with my tits.
The corded muscle bunching and rippling, ink dancing on his skin as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me.
The thick, heavy cock, leaking from the head, bobbing over the waistband of his jeans.
My mouth waters. I think I’m ready for my entrée now, too.
“Get up, honey,” I urge. He slowly gets to his feet, fingers still inside me, and the other hand fisting his cock and drawing another bead of liquid from the tip.
“Where do you want me?”
“In my mouth,” I say decisively. “And I’m gonna be in yours.”
“You are, are you?”
“Yes,” I demand. “And this time you’re giving me more than just one finger.”
A grunt turns into a groan as I roll my hips, pulling his fingers deeper into my pussy.
My god, the man deserves awards for these fingers.
He pulls them free, leaving me empty and desperate, and then the edge of the mattress bumps the backs of my legs a split second before he pushes me down onto it. I grin as he hovers over me.
“Hope you’re still hungry.” I quirk a brow.
He crawls alongside me, twisting and spinning in place until he settles comfortably on his back.
I lift myself up onto my knees before throwing one leg over his head and settling with a knee on either side of his face.
Then I lower my body forward to meet his cock.
His breath is hot against my clit. His fingers probe lightly at my entrance as I touch my lips to his cock, darting out my tongue to swipe against the crown and taste the pre-cum.
He hisses as my mouth makes contact with him, and I smirk although he can’t see.
Resting my body weight on my forearms either side of his narrow hips, I press my tits into his pelvis and take his length into my mouth.
A strangled moan comes from behind me and a matching one drags from my throat as two long, thick fingers push their way inside me at the same time as a hot tongue presses hard against my clit.
“Fuck.” The curse rumbles through my cunt and into my bones as his hips buck against my face.
I use my chest to hold him down as I scrape my teeth lightly along his shaft, swirling my tongue up and down the length before sucking, taking him deep enough to bump the back of my throat and make me gag.
Tears spring to my eyes as I force a heavy breath through my nose.
I feel every one of his grunts and moans as his mouth plays my body like an orchestra.
His tongue slides languidly from his fingers in to the jewelry at my clit, flicking at the silver bar and setting my skin on fire.
A third finger slides into me, stretching me even further, and my hips roll, pulling them deeper.
“Looks like I’m not the only hungry one.” His voice is nothing but a deep rumble against my clit, electrifying my whole body and creating almost unfathomable tension in my lower belly. “This cunt of yours can’t get enough of my fingers.”
I pull off his cock, leaving a string of saliva between my mouth and his engorged crown.
“More,” I say. “Give me more.”
His mouth presses into me, sucking my clit between his lips as he pushes a fourth finger into me. It’s a tight fit and it burns as he gently pushes in, wiggling his hand to slide all the way home.
Fuck, it’s magnificent. Heat unfurls in my belly, throbbing through every limb, and I know I’m about to come for a third time tonight.
“You ready?” I whisper as I flick my tongue against his crown. “You’re gonna come in my mouth this time, and I’m gonna drink every fucking drop.”
His moan is almost a howl as I wrap my lips around him again.
I can hardly see through the tears that spring to my eyes as I suck him as deep as I can.
Between sucking his cock, the mouth on my clit and the fingers deep in my pussy, there’s not a single functioning brain cell between my ears anymore.
The only thing I know is him. A grunt tears from his throat as I run my tongue up and down his shaft.
His fingers twist and curl inside me, pressing against my inner walls and stretching me with a delicious burn.
It’s the kind of pain that feels only like pleasure, and I sigh happily around his cock as his thumb pushes my piercing into my clit, using the silver balls on the end of the bar to stimulate me.
I suck harder, breathing deeply through my nose as my lips inch closer to his balls. Bravely, I lift off one arm, bringing my hand to his balls and cupping them, massaging lightly.
“Mother fuck.” A long groan sounds from behind me, and then his mouth suctions around my clit again. I circle my hips against his face as he does the same against mine.
“Gonna come,” he grunts. “Coming. Fuck.” I suck harder as hot, salty ribbons coat the back of my throat.
I moan as I swallow them, a torrent of cum pouring from his cock as his orgasm tears through him.
He jerks against my face as I swirl my tongue around him, rocking my hips against him.
His teeth graze my clit, nipping lightly, and that’s my undoing.
I moan long and loud around his cock as I collapse over his body, my hips rocking hard as I ride his face.
His fingers slide and scissor, twist and curl, and his tongue flickers heavily against my clit, drawing out the orgasm slamming into me.
I’ve never come this hard. Not for a man, not for a woman. Not even for myself.
But for Brooks, I feel my fourth orgasm of the night wash over me as he presses his nose into my clit, re-energizing the orgasm that had been starting to abate.
I tear my mouth from his cock only to scream his name as his fingers thrust hard into me, pressing into the G-spot I’ve never been able to find for myself.