Chapter 10 #2
With his eyes locked on mine, he licked a line straight up my center, flicking the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit, and my leg nearly gave out at the explosion of sensation that washed over me. I gasped, one hand flying to the wall for balance, while I gripped his hair with my other.
“That’s right, sunshine,” he said against me, dragging his bottom lip back and forth over my clit. “Move my mouth exactly where you want it. Use my tongue to get off. I want you to ride my face until you come all over it. I don’t want to stop until I’m drowning in you.”
“Beck. Oh my God, you can’t talk like that.”
He grinned against me, a devilish smirk I’d never seen on him, his eyes glinting.
“Don’t try to pretend you don’t love every filthy word coming out of my mouth.
I know exactly the kinds of books you read and exactly the dirty talk that gets you off.
” He swiped two fingers through my slit on either side of my clit, making me arch my hips toward him as I sought more.
“But it’s going to be my words tonight, sunshine.
Now, rock your hips against my face just like that.
Let me taste exactly how much you love my dirty mouth. ”
He slipped his fingers inside me, pumping them slowly at first, his movements growing faster with each moan that left my lips. He added a third, stretching me in the most delicious way as he lapped at my clit, flicking it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
“That—” I choked out, tightening my fingers in his hair, desperate for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing, though I couldn’t articulate that in words.
Not while I watched him devour me, his eyes so hot and hungry as he gazed up at me from between my legs.
Not while he ate me like he’d been starved for years.
This man—this gruff, growly man—was on his knees for me, demanding I take every ounce of pleasure from him alone, and the thought had my stomach swooping, my pussy throbbing and aching for relief.
But every time I got close, my orgasm slipped through my fingers like sand.
This was always the problem—I got too in my head, thinking about everything else that amounted to absolutely nothing and not being present in the moment.
Not enjoying the feel of it, too worried that I didn’t look or smell or taste right.
That I wasn’t making the appropriate amount of noise to show my pleasure, or worse, that I was making too much.
That I was taking too long. That he’d get frustrated and—
Beck pulled back and slapped my clit with three fingers, the sharp sting pulling a moan from my throat. “Get out of your head.”
“Sorry, I just—”
“No sorries. You see me down on my knees for you, sunshine? I’m going to stay here until I lick up every single drop.”
I shuddered at his words, my nipples tightening even further as my pussy throbbed. “But I don’t know how long I’ll take.”
“I don’t care.”
“But I might—”
He leaned forward and sucked my clit hard into his mouth, tugging a sharp gasp from me. “Sunshine. Are you enjoying this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. Fuck yes, I was enjoying this.
While my favorite toy branded itself on mimicking oral sex, it had nothing on the real thing.
On the wet suction of his mouth, on the targeted flick of his tongue or the sensation of so much happening at once when he added his fingers to the mix.
He reached down and gripped his cock, still thick and hard and straining toward me. “You see this? My cock’s so fucking hard because of how good you taste. I could eat you out all damn day, and I’d love every minute of it. Now, keep your eyes on me and watch how much I love devouring this pussy.”
Without another word, he dove back in, affixing his mouth to my clit as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing them against the spot only my vibrators had been able to reach.
I gasped, dropping my head back against the tile as he continued whatever magic he was currently working on me.
I was primed, my entire body thrumming with need, muscles tightening as I chased the orgasm that was just out of reach.
And then he scraped his teeth over my clit, the jolt of sensation enough to send me careening over the edge.
I bowed forward as I came against his mouth, shudders racking my body as his eyes stayed connected with mine.
With waves of ecstasy rippling through me, he hummed his satisfaction, working his tongue softly against me to draw out every single ounce of pleasure until I could barely hold myself up.
His gaze was full of hunger as he stood to his full height and boxed me against the wall, his cock so hot and hard between us.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said against my lips. Then he kissed me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him.
I groaned, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his, desperate for more even though I’d just come. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d done to me. Wanted him inside me, filling me up. Wanted every bit of him he wanted to give.
I lowered one of my hands from around his neck and reached between my legs, rubbing my fingers against my pussy and feeling exactly how much I’d enjoyed having Beck’s mouth on me. I gasped against his lips when I brushed my fingers over my sensitive clit, not sure if it was too much or not enough.
“You still need more, baby?” he asked, eyes locked on where my hand disappeared between my legs. “My mouth wasn’t enough?”
“This isn’t for me,” I said and then gripped his thick shaft, using the evidence of my excitement to ease my path as I stroked him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mine as he stared down to where I pumped his cock. He braced his hands on the wall on either side of my head, caging me in, though there was nowhere in the world I’d rather be than right here, watching him come undone at my touch.
Beck was usually so collected. Stoic and gruff, and it took an act of God to get him excited about something. But right then, he looked so intense, his dark hair hanging over his forehead, lips parted, eyes heavy with lust, and cheeks flushed.
“I want to make you feel good, too.” I squeezed his length, tightening my grip enough to pull a grunt from him. “Show me what you like.”