22. Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“I’m aware.” I nipped at her ear with my teeth. “I was right that night, wasn’t I?”
I remembered the moment like it was yesterday.
The group of us were in line, and the way it got paired off, Mia ended up riding with me.
I could tell from her body language and the heat in her eyes that she found me attractive, and I was straightforward in my observations, not realizing it would be the catalyst to push her away and ignite her utter dislike for me.
“You were cocky,” she breathed out as I continued to play with her nipples.
“But was I right?” I pinched them between my fingers, eliciting a hiss from her. “Tell me, baby. Did you want me to kiss you that night as much as I wanted to?”
She chuckled darkly. “My thoughts were much naughtier.”
“Yeah?” I licked a path from her ear down her neck before sucking hard, hoping I’d leave a mark—my mark—in the divot above her collarbone. “You wanted my hands on you? Or my tongue?”
“All of it.” She squirmed. “Zack, I can’t take much more. You’re torturing me right now.”
“So needy and desperate.” The smile on my face couldn’t be stopped, knowing how much I was affecting her.
“I know, and I hate it.” I could hear the pout on her lips without even looking, and like everything she did, I found it intriguing.
“It’s fucking beautiful.” I slid my thumbs under the dress where it bunched at her waist, pushing it down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. “Step out.”
“Are you going to tease me some more?” she asked as she disentangled the dress from her ankles.
“I want to see exactly how wet you are for me.” I trailed my hand down her body and dipped below the waistband of her panties.
I circled her clit, making her squirm before sliding two fingers through her wetness.
Jesus Christ. She was soaked. “You really are desperate for my cock, aren’t you, my little vixen. ”
“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” Her tone was playful, naughty with a tad bit of frustration behind it.
I chuckled. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice. But I think you love it.”
She huffed. “I think I have a better idea of what you could do with your mouth.”
Her sass was my favorite part about her. The way we could do this beautiful dance of playfulness made me realize this was something I’d always craved from someone.
“I definitely plan on getting my fill of you.”
With a hiss, she bucked hard against my hand as I pushed two fingers deep within her. My fingers glided back out with ease, and I drove them back in.
“Fucking hell,” she cried out.
“Such filthy language,” I teased, picking up speed until I had her writhing and panting.
Now I was the one getting desperate, as my cock strained painfully against the fabric of my pants. I removed my hand and shifted her around so I could pick her up.
“Zack,” she squealed as I bent and hoisted her up by her legs.
I carried her down the hallway, my arm under her ass and her tits at the perfect height for me to lean in and take one in my mouth. Her fingers threaded into my hair, fisting it as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.
Setting her down at the end of the bed, I lowered to my knees in front of her. Hooking my thumbs into her thong, I tugged it down and threw it behind me, pushing her knees apart.
“You're going to scream out my name when I make you see stars, right?” I smirked.
She leaned back on her elbows with a saucy grin on her lips, and her legs fell open even more. “Promises, promises.”
Teasing her entrance with the tips of two fingers, I slowly slid them in. “Maybe you should ask nicely for my tongue.” I kept my pace nice and slow, watching her as she fought the need bubbling up to the surface.
“Zack,” she moaned, reaching out to run her fingers through my hair.
I grinned up at her. “Tell me what you want. And make sure you use your manners.”
“Or I can just take my own pleasure,” she quipped back, circling her clit with her fingers.
I bit the inside of her thigh, making her hiss. “Don’t make me turn you over and spank that pretty ass of yours.”
“I’d probably like that far too much.”
“I imagine you would. Now, ask me nicely to make you come on my tongue.”
“Fine.” She sighed dramatically. “Pretty, pretty please use your tongue and lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name.”
She was such a brat. But fuck if I didn’t love every minute of it.
I covered her clit with my mouth and sucked hard, making her back arch off the bed. Between my fingers inside of her and my tongue flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves, I had her climbing quickly. Her hands tightened painfully in my hair as her moans got louder and louder.
I added a third finger, knowing her tight pussy would need to adjust to my size once I was inside her.
Within minutes, her inner walls started contracting around my fingers, and I curled them, seeking that spot that would send her over the edge.
I sucked hard one last time, and I was rewarded as my name repeatedly tumbled from her lips.
It was music to my ears, making me desperate for her to do it again, but this time gripping my cock.
She collapsed back on the bed, and I stood, taking the opportunity to take her in. Gorgeous tits rose and fell with each shallow breath she took, and her pussy glistened with the evidence of her pleasure.
I started unbuttoning my shirt, my lips titling up in a self-satisfied grin as her eyes drifted open and she watched me with a hooded, satiated expression. After discarding my shirt, my hands went to the button of my slacks.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling seductively on it, and her eyes widened as I freed myself. “My turn?” she asked.
“Next time.” I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and removed a condom, throwing it onto the bed. “Right now, I want you to ride my cock.”
She sat up, grabbed the square packet and opened it. “Letting me have control, huh?”
I wasn’t sure how long I’d last once I was inside her, and I wanted to make sure she came again, so letting her have control to start was definitely the best option. I threw my head back with a groan as she rolled the condom down over my shaft. Her hands on me were absolute heaven.
She worked my slacks down my legs, and I stepped out of them. My eyes drifted closed with pleasure as she ran her tongue up my abs and then brushed her lips over my pec as she stood. Continuing up, she trailed warm, wet, open-mouthed kisses in her wake. I groaned as she bit and sucked on my neck.
“Now who’s torturing who?”
“Whom.”
“You gonna ride me or give me a grammar lesson?”
“Both. I’m good at multitasking.” Her hands threaded into my hair, and she yanked me down to her mouth. Her tongue thrust inside, seeking mine.
My fingers dug into the globes of her ass, pressing her against my hard cock as our tongues dueled. Even with her in control, I was afraid I wouldn’t last very long at all. I’d been fantasizing about it all for so long. Waiting for this moment for what felt like forever.
Breaking the kiss, I spun us and lay back on the bed. “Come here, Raven.”
Her eyes flared. With annoyance or pleasure, I couldn’t tell. Didn’t care, as long as she didn’t stop.
She climbed up my body with cat-like prowess, dragging her fingernails along my skin until her hands stopped on my chest as she positioned herself over my length.