Chapter 69
sixty-nine
My dick is so fucking hard I can barely see straight as I guide Reyna over to stand against the back of the couch.
Cupping her face with both hands, I tilt her head back and lean in to capture her lips. My tongue sweeps into her mouth and the way she melts into me makes me groan and delve deeper.
I can’t get enough. The taste of her—sweet champagne and mint—makes my head spin. Her tongue dances with mine, eager and desperate, as if she’s trying to drink me in. Sliding one hand down the column of her throat, I squeeze, her pulse hammering against my thumb as she whimpers into my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot just below her ear. She shudders against me, fingers digging into my shoulders as she releases a breathy sigh.
“Damn, Pretty,” I murmur against her skin. “What you do to me.”
Removing the extra hair tie she always keeps on her wrist, I pull her hair up into a ponytail and place my hands on her shoulders. “Now… on your knees.”
Slowly, she sinks to the carpet. My hands tremble slightly as I work the button of my pants, shoving them down along with my boxer briefs.
My cock juts, thick and hard, tip glistening with pre-cum. I don’t think I’ve been this ready to come since I was a teenager.
“Fuck, you look so perfect like this,” I groan, fisting my cock at the base. The sight of her on her knees, looking up at me with those wide blue eyes, lips parted in anticipation—it’s enough to make me forget my own name.
“Give me your tongue.”
Obediently, her mouth opens and she sticks out her tongue.
Ah, hell. There is no way I’m not going to last more than a few seconds.
My heart hammers against my ribs as I guide myself into her mouth.
The first touch of her tongue against my shaft sends electricity shooting up my spine.
I watch, mesmerized, as she opens wider, taking me in.
The wet heat of her mouth envelops me, and I have to grip the back of the couch with both hands to steady myself.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, fighting the urge to thrust. Her tongue swirls around my tip, teasing the sensitive underside before she takes me deeper. The sight of her, lips stretched around my cock, combined with the obscene wet sounds she’s making, has my balls drawing up tight.
My thighs tense as she begins to bob, finding a rhythm makes me grunt in time with each swirl of her tongue.
The pleasure builds, coiling at the base of my spine. Fuck, I’m close. I need to slow down, make this last. I want to feel her throat constrict around me when she swallows, want to—
“Fuck,” I curse, pulling away with a wet pop, cock throbbing angrily at the sudden loss of heat. “Get up.”
As soon as she’s upright, I kick her legs apart, spreading her wide.
She whimpers, hands braced against the top of the couch, nails clawing into the fabric.
My mouth waters at the sight—pussy swollen and glistening, pretty blue panties still shoved to the side, completely soaked through. I drop into a squat, getting my mouth level with her cunt, and dive in.
The first taste of her almost knocks me on my ass. Sweet and musky, with a hint of salt that drives me fucking insane. I drag my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke, entrance to clit, and she lets out this broken little sob that vibrates through my skull.
Throwing one of her legs over my shoulder gives me better access.
“Oh, God,” she gasps.
My palm lifts and I smack her ass. “No,” I growl. “You only pray to me now.”
Gripping her thighs, I hold her in place as I work her with my tongue. I flatten it against her entrance, licking inside her, drinking her in like she’s the only thing keeping me alive. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my chin.
“So fucking good,” I murmur against her pussy, the vibration making her whole body jerk.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then seal my lips over it and suck. Hard. Her leg flexes against my back in an attempt to pull me closer.
“Brex—oh, fuuuuck—I can’t—”
“Not yet,” I remind her, pulling back just enough to let her breathe. “Logan’s rule, remember? You don’t come until we’re both inside you.”
She whines, a desperate, frustrated sound that goes straight to my cock. When I slide two fingers into her cunt, her inner walls clamp down, trying to suck them in deep as she trembles against my mouth.
I work her like this—tongue on her clit, fingers pumping inside her—over and over, stopping every time she’s close, until she’s a shaking, moaning mess.
When I finally add a third finger, a half sob, half scream breaks from her lips.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I mutter against her pussy, thrusting my fingers, lapping at her clit.
Her body trembles against my mouth as I slowly withdraw my fingers, whimpering at the loss.
“Turn around.”
Hands steady on her hips, I turn her around and bend her over.
The thought of my best friend walking in on us—seeing Reyna bent over the back of the couch, arousal dripping down her thighs because of what I’m doing to her—makes my cock throb so hard it aches.
I want him to see.
Watch me as I ruin her.