21. Dove #3
“I want you everywhere,” he confessed into the skin behind my ear, oblivious to what his words were doing to me. “ In the truck bed with your legs wrapped around my head as I?—”
A wild, desperate sound escaped me as I attacked his mouth, because I couldn’t take hearing one more filthy word out of his mouth. His languid thrusts turned frantic as I bit at his lips, parting them as I delved deeper, my tongue caressing his fervently.
“Fuck,” he reared back to curse against my damp lips. “Where’d you learn to kiss like that, huh, Dove?” The question rumbled out of him in a possessive growl. I knew better than to answer.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” I nipped teasingly at his bottom lip.
A yelp escaped me as Josh lifted me easily until my ass was seated on the hood. His truck was just high enough to put him at the perfect height for doing exactly as his fantasy entailed.
Thrown by my how effortlessly and swiftly he’d lifted me, I fell back without protest when his hand nudged at my sternum.
The moment my back hit the metal of the truck a niggle of nervousness fluttered in my stomach, cutting through the lust. His hands deftly popped the button of my shorts free, tugging them and my underwear down my legs in one fell swoop.
I didn’t even have a chance to feel exposed before he was spreading my legs wide as promised and licking .
My hands scrambled against the smooth surface until he snatched them up in his strong grip, hands enclosed around my wrists, and guided them to his hair.
“Don’t worry about pulling too hard. I like it,” he came up to say, before diving back down.
Oh, okay , I thought dumbly as my fingers curled into his soft, thick hair obligingly. It was all I could manage to think because my brain was offline since the first swipe of his tongue.
Whatever his hands had done last night was nothing compared to his mouth.
God, his mouth . His teasing licks wound me up, and I couldn’t stop gasping, my breathing coming out in sporadic pants.
When the point of his tongue finally circled my clit, my legs closed reflexively, clamping around his head as I shook.
I tried to stop, afraid I’d suffocate him, but I found I couldn’t.
Not when he kept up a steady alternation of flicking and swirling perfectly.
My body reacted as if I was merely a marionette, his tongue my master.
He continued to lick me even as he shifted, his hands gliding up my legs to push at them gently.
Shit, maybe I was suffocating him.
“Sorry,” the word left me in a gasp, and I attempted to unclamp my shaking legs.
I nearly bit through my lip as he pressed a sucking kiss to my clit before he pulled back to grin at me. “Don’t be sorry.” God, his voice was wrecked, and that smile of his was damn near roguish as he reassured, “I like your legs wrapped around my head. I’d stay down here all day if I could.”
My blush was instantaneous, and I had to look away from his flushed face and glistening, smirking lips. I wasn’t used to hearing such dirty things out of his mouth , especially when they were directed at me. My stomach twisted at how much I liked it—how much I wanted to hear more.
I shouldn’t want that. I shouldn’t want any of this.
A dose of reality hit me, turning the lust swirling in my stomach sour, loosening my fingers from their tight hold in his hair.
He made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat.
“Get out of your head, Dove.” He pressed a kiss to my thigh. “I didn’t push you away for you to start thinkin’ . I just wanted you comfortable.”
Comfortable?
Before I could ask what he meant by that, he grabbed my legs and hiked them up and over his massive shoulders, shimmying himself closer between them.
The position elevated my hips even more this way—thanks to his broad width beneath them—while keeping my back resting along the truck.
Like this I was even more spread out and exposed, in perfect reach for Josh and his mouth.
Dark, devious eyes met mine before they cast their gaze down, scrutinizing me under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the garage.
He groaned as if in pain into the crease of my thigh, just a few short inches away from where I throbbed and ached for him.
“You’re so swollen and pink. So perfect .”
The look he threw me was far too innocent than it had any right to be. Not when his arms were circled under my legs, his large hands palming my thighs to help keep them open.
“Tell me.” His blunt fingernails curled into my skin as he all but begged. “Tell me it’s all for me. Tell me I’m the only one who’s made you this wet and aching.”
There was a roughness to his voice, a barely hidden plea beneath the words, as if he needed to hear me say it. He hovered over me, waiting, teasing and tempting me with how close he was. Every ragged exhale blew a cool torment across my hot, wet center.
I’d never done anything like this before, never talked like this to anyone.
I’d never wanted to. As much as I knew this was wrong, that I should slide my legs off Josh’s shoulders and walk away, it didn’t feel wrong, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
I couldn’t. I wanted to ease his fears—to let him know I wanted this as much as he did.
Because it was true. Every sigh, every moan, every shiver. It was all his. It had always been his.
“It’s for you.” My voice was shaky and hoarse, like I hadn’t used it in months. I sounded nothing like myself, but Josh didn’t seem to mind. If anything, his eyes grew even darker, the warm brown irises I’d come to love nearly eclipsed by his black pupils.
God, something was seriously wrong with me, because seeing him react like that, knowing I was the reason, turned me on. Seeing him like that made the words slip easily past my lips. “It’s always been for you.”
His back shuddered beneath my legs, and he squeezed his eyes tight as if the words were too much to handle.
“Good girl,” he praised, lips brushing a kiss to the soft skin of my inner thigh. My stomach flipped at the clear approval, at the pure want laced into those two words.
My back bowed and my head flew back against the hood with a thud as he thrust two fingers into me without warning.
It was easy to ignore the dull bloom of pain across my skull when his tongue followed a second later and comprehension beyond anything but what he was doing to me right now was lost. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my skull as his tongue delved between his curling fingers, tasting me , as he assaulted that spot he’d so easily found last night.
I couldn’t stop the half-moaned shout that flew past my red, bitten lips.
None of the guys I’d been with before had ever seemed to know where the hell my G-spot was. I had started to think it was a myth.
“Has anyone done this to you before, Dove?” he asked between swipes of his tongue, voice muffled.
How did he expect me to carry on a conversation when his fingers were rubbing me so deep, hitting me just the right way, and I was a few more flicks of his tongue away from coming?
“I’ve had… fingers before,” I managed to gasp out, unable to do anything but answer honestly.
I didn’t have the brain capacity for anything beyond that, not when the pressure simmering low in my belly began to spread.
My hands tightened in his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp, keeping him right there as I chased my release.
I nearly sobbed when he pulled back, my hands tugging at his dark locks in agitation.
“But never someone’s mouth?”
“Josh,” I whined out as the orgasm I’d been so close to having left me.
Dammit, I wanted to come . It may not have been long since my last one, just last night thanks to him, but before that it had been… far too long. Embarrassingly long.
I hadn’t wanted to be with anybody, and I didn’t have the time, not with how busy I’d been around the farm. Most nights I was out by the time my head hit the pillow, only to wake up and do it all over again the next morning. That didn’t leave much time for anything remotely stress relieving.
He nipped at my thigh just sharp enough to cause me to yelp, glaring down at him.
“Have you ever had someone’s mouth?” he repeated, demanding my answer, his voice a little firmer, but no less sexy.
I flushed, but refused to be embarrassed, lifting my chin and answering with a steady, “No.”
“Why not?”
Courage left me as I deflated, thrown by his prying. Couldn’t we just skip the invasive game of twenty questions? Even though Josh was currently between my thighs , admitting this felt too personal. It was like cracking myself open and exposing my bloody, beating heart.
The one that beat for him and only him.
I didn’t want to be the only one exposed like that. Not when there was so much uncertainty between us, the past still following behind our every step like a shadow.
“I just—” I swallowed, mouth dry with nerves. “I...”
I didn’t want to tell him that every time a guy attempted to go farther, I shied away because it didn’t feel right .
Because it wasn’t him .
But he guessed anyway. Forever perceptive when it came to me, my Josh.
“Were you waiting for me, little dove?” His voice was a devilish rumble, the smile on his face smug.
He set his fingers moving again, just as perfectly as before, in a methodical rhythm that had me panting in no time—jump-starting my body as easily as a push-button start.
He leaned down to swipe his tongue from where his fingers entered me to my clit, eyes locked to mine as I shook from it. It was too much, I couldn’t take it. The pleasure surged, bright like a burning star just before it burst into a supernova.
I was sure to explode if he kept that up.
“Say it again,” he ordered with a growl. “I want to hear who you were saving this pussy for.”
His fingers moved inside of me with an obvious wet noise that had me blushing. Our chests heaved together with matched heavy breathing, exposing how much this affected us both, and I no longer cared if he tore my rapidly beating heart from my chest.
It belonged to him anyway—he could have it.
“You,” I admitted on a shaky exhale, unable to stop myself from grinding down on his fingers.
“That's right.” He brought his other hand up to span my stomach as I rode his hand. “Say my name, baby. I want to hear it when you come.”
He teased the tips of his fingers along my slit just to thrust back in, crooking them upwards at the same time he sucked my clit into his mouth, the hand on my stomach pressing down until I my eyelids slammed shut against the onslaught.
Forget about seeing stars, I was the star. A bright, burning light of ecstasy bursting across the sky as pleasure enveloped me and I unraveled.
All I could do was cry out one word as the world around me shattered.
“ Josh! ”