Chapter 13 #2
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling back against the pillow as every muscle in my body tenses. Her mouth is on me, hot, wet, and absolutely perfect, and I swear I see stars behind my closed eyelids.
The heat of her mouth engulfs me, her lips sliding down my length, and the sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that my entire body shudders. My cock throbs against her tongue, pulsing with need, and she takes me deeper.
“Jesus… fucking Christ Bells,” I manage to choke out, my hands flying to her hair, tangling desperately in the dark strands. Not to control her, or force her, simply to hold on to something solid before I completely fall apart and lose myself entirely.
She takes me even deeper, her mouth stretching around me, and my hips involuntarily buck, driving up into that wet heat. She doesn’t pull away, gag, or protest. She hums around me, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine, nearly overwhelming me.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I babble now, completely incoherent, words spilling out without thought or filter. I don’t even care. “This is…oh fuck.”
Her tongue performs an utterly sinful act, swirling around the head before flattening along the underside as she moves her mouth up and down, creating a rhythm that makes my toes curl.
The pressure is perfect, and the wet slide of her lips and tongue produces obscene sounds in the quiet room that only intensify my arousal.
My grip tightens in her hair, anchoring myself as pleasure floods through me in relentless waves.
“Oh my God, yeah, like that,” I groan, my voice completely stripped raw. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
She doesn’t. She takes her time, alternating between slow, torturous pulls that make my cock throb desperately in her mouth and faster movements that make my vision blur at the edges.
Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, concentrated in this one singular point of contact where her mouth meets my aching cock.
I’ve had plenty of girls give me a blowjob before. But not like this. I’m utterly, completely at her mercy, and every second of buildup, every moment she made me wait and beg, has me so tight I might shatter.
And I fucking love it.
“Bells, I’m… ” I try to warn her, my thighs trembling uncontrollably, my entire body coiled tight. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close—”
She doubles down, taking me deeper, sucking harder, her tongue working along the underside of my shaft, and I’m gone.
“Bells, I’m… ” I try to warn her again, my voice breaking completely, my thighs shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
I come hard, my entire body seizing, every muscle locking as I empty myself into her mouth.
My cock pulses against her tongue, throbbing with each wave of release, pumping into the wet heat of her mouth as pleasure crashes through me so intensely I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but experience it.
My hand is fisted so tight in her hair I’m probably hurting her, but I can’t let go, can’t do anything but ride it out as my cock continues to pulse, spilling everything I have into her willing mouth.
She swallows it all down, every fucking drop, her throat working around me, like it’s nothing.
When I finally regain my senses, I’m gasping for air, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs I can feel it in my throat, and I realize with absolute certainty: I’m so fucked.
She releases my cock with a gentle pop.
I stare down at her, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, and something hits in my chest. Something unfamiliar, something I can’t name that seems too big for my body, as if it’s going to crack my ribs from the inside.
She’s looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, her lips swollen and red from my cock, her hair a complete mess from my hands, and I don’t know what this is.
This sensation is new to me. This weight in my chest makes it hard to breathe for reasons different from what we just did. This need to pull her close and never let go. This terrifying, overwhelming sensation that causes my heart to beat too fast.
I reach down, my fingers trembling a little as I gently brush them over her bottom lip. It’s swollen from what she just did, and soft, warm, and wet under my touch.
“Bells,” I murmur.
I trace the curve of her mouth slowly, watching the way her lips part slightly under my touch, still glistening.
My thumb drags across her bottom lip, and something cracks open inside me.
Something I’ve kept buried beneath casual hookups, dirty talk, and walking away before anyone could get too close.
I cup her jaw gently, my thumb still stroking her swollen lips, and I realize I’m looking at her like she’s mine. My everything.
Guys like me don’t get to keep girls like her. We get the crash and burn, the inevitable moment when they realize we’re exactly what everyone warned them about.
That’s how it always goes. That’s how it’s supposed to go. But right now, I don’t want to think about that. Right now, I want to please her.
The thought hits me like a freight train, and I freeze for a second because… what the fuck?
I don’t do that. Never have. Girls go down on me, but I don’t... I’ve never eaten pussy before. Never wanted to. Never saw the point when I could fuck them and be done with it, get what I needed and move on.
But looking at Bells right now, with her swollen lips and that satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, I want to evoke the same pleasure on her like she gave me.
I want to taste her.
“Come here,” I rasp, my voice still rough, reaching for her.
I pull her up the bed toward me, and she comes willingly, that soft laugh still lingering on her lips. Before she can say anything, or question what I’m doing, I roll us over in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath me.
The shift in power should feel familiar. This is what I know—being in control, calling the shots. But my hands are still shaking.
I settle between her thighs, my hands slipping into the waistband of those tiny sleep shorts she’s wearing. The soft fabric bunches under my fingers.
“Jace—” she starts, but I’m already pulling them down, dragging them off her legs and tossing them somewhere on the floor where I don’t give a fuck where they land.
She’s bare beneath those shorts. No underwear. Just her, spread out beneath me.
Fuck me.
I move back down her body, settling between her legs. My hands tremble as I spread her thighs wider, and I realize with startling clarity that I’ve never been this nervous before. Not ever.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit, as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. The skin there is impossibly soft, and I linger there longer than I need to. “But I want to taste you, Bells.”
I don’t wait for her response. I lower my head and put my mouth on her, and the sound she makes is the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
She’s wet. So fucking wet. And the taste of her. Christ, I wasn’t prepared for this. For how much I’d want it.
I flick my tongue over her clit, once, experimentally, and her entire body jerks beneath me as if I’ve electrocuted her.
“Oh… fuck,” she gasps, and my eyes snap up to watch her face, needing to see her reaction and know I’m doing this right.
Her head falls back, her lips parting on a shaky exhale, and I’m transfixed. Completely captivated by the way I’m making her feel.
I do it again, giving another quick flick of my tongue, and her hips lift slightly off the bed, chasing my mouth, craving more.
Holy shit. This is... I didn’t realize giving could feel as good as taking. That her pleasure could feed mine.
I wrap my lips around that sensitive little nub and suck. She tastes amazing.
“Jace,” she moans my name like a prayer, and her hand flies to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, gripping tight enough to hurt.
I work her with my tongue, switching between broad, flat strokes through her folds and focused attention on her clit, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her thighs tremble around my head, and what makes her grip tighten in my hair.
Every sound she makes, every shift of her hips, every breathless whimper—I catalogue it all, file it away as vital information I’ll need later.
I slide one finger inside her. She’s already so wet, so ready, so fucking tight around me that I groan against her pussy. The vibration makes her cry out, her back arching, her grip tightening in my hair almost painfully.
I want to memorize this: the way she tastes and how her body reacts to every touch.
“More,” she breathes, her voice pleading. “Jace, please—”
I add a second finger, curling it just right. I find that spot inside her, that place that makes her back arch clean off the bed, and I work it relentlessly while my tongue keeps circling her clit, licking and sucking and learning her like she’s a language I’m desperate to speak fluently.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, her voice breaking into pieces. “Don’t stop, don’t… fuck—”
Her thighs begin to shake around my head, and I can sense her tightening around my fingers, getting close, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to make her come apart on my tongue.
This girl. This moment. It’s transforming everything, and I’m too far gone to prevent it.
Her hips start moving, rolling against my face, and she’s basically fucking my mouth now, using me for her pleasure, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I want her to take what she needs from me.
I can’t take my eyes off her. The way her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, the flush spreading across her skin like wildfire. How her mouth falls open in silent cries that she can’t quite voice, as if pleasure has stolen her ability to speak.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this. Free. Completely lost in what I’m doing to her.
I curl my fingers harder, pressing against that spot inside her with more pressure, and at the same time I suck her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue over it relentlessly.
She shatters.