Chapter 19 #2
Instead, his tongue is feverish and demanding as he traces the seam of my pussy before circling my clit with painstaking deliberation. The shock of it all makes me gasp, my hips rocking up even as I try to hold still.
He doesn't hold back. He consumes me like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
The first long, insistent drag of his tongue has my hips jerking up off the cushion as the muscles in my thighs clench.
I see it all—my knees splayed, the white-knuckled grip I have on the chair, the way my chest heaves with every breath—and it's so obscene, so fucking erotic, I have to fight the urge not to come on the spot.
Owen lets out a deep groan, the vibration of it making my core throb even harder.
"You taste like a fucking dream," he mutters against my pussy before sucking my swollen clit into his mouth, his tongue flickering so fast and filthy my vision goes white.
"Fuck, Meadow, look at you," he growls, his mouth slick and glistening from my juices. "See how damn sexy you are.”
And I do.
I truly see it now.
I can't look away, even if I wanted to.
He doesn't stop, not even to come up for air. He licks me like he's trying to memorize and map every part of my pussy with his mouth.
“Owen,” I moan. “ Oh, my God .”
I’m gripping the arms of the chair so hard my fingers start to ache.
And when he presses his thumb just above my clit, holding me in place as his tongue works in relentless circles, I break.
“ Aaahhh ,” I cry out as my legs lock around his shoulders. I throw my head back against the chair, my mouth open in a silent, feral moan.
I drag my gaze back to the glass and watch myself shatter in the mirror, every muscle strung tight as I buck and shudder against his tongue until the aftershocks leave me limp and boneless in the chair.
My reflection stares back at me, looking absolutely gutted—eyes blown, hair damp from sweat, brows pulled together, and mouth still open in ecstasy.
Owen doesn't stop licking until I’m completely spent. He laps up every drop, easing the pulsing ache until I can breathe again before finally resting his sweaty cheek against my thigh.
He's still on his knees, panting between my legs as his jaw shines from my wetness.
I want to fall sideways, to collapse into the carpet and stay there until sunrise, but Owen's hands hold my knees in place as his thumbs move in slow circles against my skin. When he looks up at me with a dazed and wrecked gaze, I almost come again from the sheer sight of him.
He’s so goddamn sexy.
I instantly reach for him, letting my hand wander to his hair before I pull him up with me. We both stand as I tug on the collar of his T-shirt. Time blurs as I frantically reach for the bottom of his shirt and peel it over his head.
I can smell myself on his jaw as I find the dip between his neck and shoulders and bite down. He exhales a deep groan as I lick his skin, soothing my teeth marks with a wet kiss.
My fingers fumble with the tie on his swimtrunks, urgently trying to rip them off his body. Once the waistband is loose enough, I quickly drag the shorts down his toned thighs.
His heavy cock springs free, bobbing between our naked bodies as I rake my fingertips up and down his sculpted chest. This sight of his length—veiny and erect—throbbing angrily with need, only ignites my urgency to feel him pumping inside me.
“I need you, Meadow,” Owen grunts, gripping my face between his hands and turning us so my back is to the mirror. “I need you so fucking bad.”
The chair dips under his weight as he spins me back around to face the mirror and pulls me down with him so we’re both staring at our reflection. I reach for his arms as my ass hits the tops of his thighs.
Owen grabs my ankles and spreads my legs, placing them over the armrests to position me where my pussy is splayed wide open for him.
“ Fuckkk. Look at us,” Owen rasps in my ear.
He watches me watch us in the mirror as I take in the hottest, most romantic sight I’ve ever seen.
Owen’s large hands grip my hips, the tips of his fingers reaching the soft of my thighs. He slowly drags his fingers up my bare stomach before cupping my breasts in his palms.
I can see everything beneath the moonlight—his sun-kissed freckles spanning over his shoulders, my chest rising and falling in tune with his, the mixture of his spit and my cum spilling out between my legs, and the base of his cock half-hidden beneath my ass.
Owen’s eyes never leave mine in the mirror as he leans forward and drags his teeth across my shoulder. I feel his length twitch against my lower back, inches away from where I'm aching for him.
I try to twist and straddle him, but he holds me steady and cups my jaw, only turning my face back toward him.
He kisses me like it’s the first time. He kisses me as if this is the last chance he’ll ever have to taste my lips. He kisses me until my mouth tingles and my hips frantically seek him out, desperate to have him inside me.
“Lift for me, baby,” Owen instructs, his voice strained as he bands an arm around my waist.
Oh my God.
This is it.
A moment I’ve fantasized about a million times but never thought would happen in this lifetime.
Owen Brooks, my best friend, is about to fuck me.
I nod, looking straight into his eyes as I raise my hips. Owen grabs the base of his cock, his fingers trembling as he guides himself between my thighs.
Seconds before he enters me, he tears his gaze away from where he’s about to slip inside me and looks at me in the mirror.
“Meadow,” he says, his voice rough and breathy. He briefly closes his eyes before burying his face in the side of my neck and inhaling.
"I want you, Meadow," he rasps. " All of you." His hands trail up my ribs before he takes hold of my rosy nipples, gently tugging them between his fingers.
I know what he’s implying without asking.
I want you, Meadow. All of you.
He wants to fuck me raw, no condom or barrier between us.
Maybe it makes me irresponsible, but I don’t think twice before responding.
Because I want that, too. I want it so fucking bad.
The heat of his cock presses against me, already lubed up from the slick he left between my thighs.
"I'm on the pill," I rush out, my voice hoarse, still shocked I can speak at all. "You can come inside me."
His brows shoot up at my response.
“ Fuck, Meadow ,” Owen growls. “You can’t say shit like that to me. Especially when I’m not even inside you yet.”
My lips curl up in a tiny smile as I watch how affected he is by me.
“I’m clean,” he adds, his voice low as his lips trace the rim of my ear. “I fucking swear on my life.”
“I believe you,” I breathe, needing his cock inside like five minutes ago. “Now fuck me, Owen Brooks.”
He lets out a guttural groan in response before lifting my hips and driving up into me in a single, brutal movement. I watch myself take his massive cock as my body sinks into him and my mouth falls open in a jagged O.
“ Oh fuckkkk ,” Owen exhales as he watches my pussy swallow him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. You’re so damn tight.”
The first thrust is a shock to my system.
He’s so thick that, at first, I think he might actually split me in half. He gives me a second to adjust before pulling out to the tip.
I watch through hazy eyes as he slowly pushes back in, his cock stretching me as the wide, pulsing head splits my slick folds as he disappears inside me.
His body stills, his cock buried deep as his hips stop moving.
No.
No, no, no,
Don’t stop moving.
“Please,” I beg through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop, please. I—”
I forget how to speak as Owen fucks up into me hard and fast as his hands hold my hips, guiding me onto him in sync with his unrelenting thrusts. The chair creaks and slides under our weight, the whole room echoing my cries as I scream out his name.
"Look at us, baby,” he hums. “Watch me while I fuck you."
As I meet my gaze in the mirror, I hardly recognize the woman staring back at me. My eyes are black with lust, filled with a level of desire I’ve never seen before.
My body hovers over him as I arch my back and flex my thighs.
The room is filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and our broken groans. Owen fills me over and over again, stretching me in a way that I know I’ll feel for days to come. And even though he’s huge, our bodies are a perfect fit.
I can’t help but sob every time he pushes into me, half from relief, half from how fucking good we feel together.
Owen tightens his fingers on my hips, grinding me down as he thrusts up, every movement hitting the place inside me that makes me see stars.
He isn't gentle or soft—every snap of his hips is intentional and precise. I rock against him, my eyes fixed on the way our bodies are joined together in the glass. It’s so obscenely beautiful. An illicit work of art.
I want to draw out this feeling and make it last forever, but that’s simply impossible with the way Owen’s taking me. He sets a brutal pace, hands pinning me to his lap so that every thrust goes as deep as possible.
My jaw goes slack as I reach down and dig my nails into his thighs.
I watch as my breasts bounce with every mind-shattering thrust. I look fucked in the best way possible.
Everything about this moment is unhinged, raw, and so much better than anything I'd imagined before.
Owen's breathing grows ragged, his chest flush against my back as he drives up again and again, each thrust deeper and harder, until I feel myself unravel.
The wet smack of our bodies, the creak of the chair, the way he groans like he’s barely hanging on, sends me closer to the edge of the cliff.
When he tilts his hips and changes the angle, my vision goes fuzzy, and I see nothing but blinding light. My thighs shake, the muscles in my lower belly seizing as white-hot euphoria explodes through me.
“Jesus, Meadow— fuck ,” Owen grits out as my pussy starts to spasm around him.
"That’s my girl. Come for me, baby,” Owen rumbles in my ear.
His fingers dig into my hips in a bruising grip. I arch into him as he breathes against my shoulder, his lips hot on my skin.
"You’re taking me so well," he pants. "Give me all you have," he demands, and that’s when I surrender completely.
I cry out, not caring if anyone outside our room can hear my screams, not even caring if the glass in front of us shatters.
" Owen! Oh God, oh—" I mumble as everything inside me surrenders at once.
I come so hard I see stars. I feel the rush go through me like a storm surge, a wave that crests and knocks me beneath the rippling sea.
My body doesn't stop shaking as Owen keeps fucking me through it. His hands are still locked on my hips, dragging me down onto him as I squirm and spasm.
Not even thirty seconds after my orgasm subsides, Owen loses it next. His face twists up in the mirror as he shatters beneath me.
" Fuckkkk, Meadow. So fucking tight. So fucking good—" His words are almost a sob as he holds me down and bucks up inside me, once, twice, until I feel his hot cum filling me. I whimper as thick ropes of him pump into me so deep I feel it in my womb.
He shouts my name into the hollow of my neck, primal and animalistic. I ride him as he releases every last drop inside me, watching as his cum leaks from my pussy and around the base of his cock, dripping down onto the chair.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
I turn my head and press my sticky forehead to his. His heart thuds against my back, so loud I swear I can count the beats.
I wanted to stay like this forever… joined together as one, trembling and spent, both ruined and in a state of complete bliss.
Owen's arms wrap around my waist, hugging me tightly as if I might vanish. When I glance up at him, his eyes are glassy with emotion.
The sight of him cracks my chest wide open.
"Owen?" I breathe, barely a sound. “Are you okay?”
His throat bobs as he swallows, eyes boring into mine.
"Meadow..." He tries to reply, voice cracking. "I—"
He exhales like something's tearing him up inside.
"You mean so fucking much to me," he rasps, his words rough and stripped bare. "More than I ever thought possible."
My heart slams against my ribs.
I reach up and cup his beautiful face between my hands as my thumbs drag along his jaw.
"So do you," I confess. "This is… I never knew I could feel this much."
His eyes search mine as if he's trying to break through to my thoughts.
For a second, I think he's going to say it. Those three little words hang between us.
Unspoken and overwhelming.
But instead, he claims my mouth with a longing that communicates every truth we can’t speak.
I surrender completely, letting myself drown in his kiss.