CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE SABRINA #2
He does, kissing so softly, it barely feels like anything, then licking across my mouth and biting my lower lip. Between my thighs, I clench around him without meaning to. His eyelids flutter, and his hips stroke harder.
“Open,” he murmurs.
I do, and he licks across my tongue, flicking the roof of my mouth.
It tickles a little, but more than that, it feels like something I want a whole lot more of.
Emboldened by arousal, I lift my head and swipe my tongue over his lower lip.
His eyes narrow, and he dips in, kissing me deep with a soft grown.
Actually, more like a growl, sitting deep inside his chest.
“Open up again,” he orders, breaking away.
My lips part. He dips in and spits on my tongue.
A ripple of shock moves through my body, followed by the brief thought that I should think that’s a little…
gross. Except I don’t. I kind of want him to grab my face and spit in my mouth again.
I had no idea this was something people did. I’d like to do more of it.
“Swallow that, baby,” he groans, hips pumping.
His cock thrusts slow and deep. I swallow and slip my hand down to grab his free wrist, pulling it to my face.
He freezes for a bare second and then takes me by the jaw.
His fingers dig into it gently—not too much, just enough to make me think that next, I’d like him to flip me over and smack my ass.
“You like that?” he pants. “Pretty little slut.”
I hum, unable to keep my eyes from rolling back.
“Tongue out,” he says.
I do, and he licks it, then spits on it. Then, like he can read my mind, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. I go to scramble onto my knees, but his hand comes down on my lower back and presses me into the bed.
“Cock your knee up there, baby,” he rumbles.
I slide my right knee up. The warmth of his hard body sinks onto mine, and one hand slides up the side of my head and into my hair.
His hand slips between us and his cock nudges between my legs.
It doesn’t feel like he should be able to get it in at this angle, but clearly, he knows something I don’t, because it slides right in.
There’s a hint of pain as he bottoms out.
I don’t mind right now. In fact, I kind of love it.
“Let me fucking tell you, baby,” he grits out between thrusts. “You have the tightest, wettest little pussy I have ever fucked.”
None of the other people I slept with did much dirty talking in bed. It’s a pleasant surprise to find I like it. A lot.
“Open your mouth.”
I barely hear him, head pushed into the pillow. Dimly, I feel him turn my head to the side, and I open my mouth. Two fingers trace my lower lip before pushing into my mouth. Heat shocks through me like electricity. Fuck. Me. He tastes like Coen, and a lot like I’d like to put his dick in my mouth.
“I want—” I try around his fingers.
He pulls them out. “What’s that, baby?”
Suddenly shy, I falter. “I want…to do that.”
His mouth grazes the back of my neck, and his hips keep pumping.
“You want to suck me off?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His teeth skim my skin, biting down briefly. My eyes roll back. Who knew I liked a little edge of pain?
“Only if I get to come in your mouth,” he murmurs. “Only if you come on mine.”
Thump-thump. The bed hits the wall.
“God, yes,” I burst out.
He pulls abruptly and sinks back against the pillows, stripping off the condom.
If I don’t do it, I’m going to lose my nerve.
So, I push myself upright and crawl across the bed, dipping my head into his lap.
It doesn’t occur to me until the head slides over my tongue that, despite him having worn a condom, I can still taste myself on him.
There it is again—that bolt of lightning between my thighs.
It’s going to take him about two minutes to get me off when I’m done with him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans.
He gathers up my hair and holds it back. His other hand slides down my chest and cups my left breast, teasing my nipple.
Heat pulses between my thighs. I push down as far as I can go, which isn’t far, but I don’t think he minds.
Running my tongue up the underside, I swirl it over the head and suck at the same time.
It’s been a while, but turns out, I remember how to do this.
It must be good, because his thigh twitches, and he lets out another one of those delicious groans.
“Look at me, baby,” he says.
I do, keeping his cock in my mouth. He gives me this look, like he’d get on his hands and knees and crawl through the desert to do this again. That does something to me, on a molecular level. I would do filthy things for him just to see that look in his eyes again.
“That’s right,” he says. “A little deeper for me.”
I press in, the smooth head touching the back of my throat.
“Breathe,” he says.
I inhale, and he shifts his hips. It’s a slow and steady pressure, but he’s being so careful, it doesn’t make me gag. He pauses, then pulls back.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
I hum around him and sink deeper, licking up his length and sucking the tip. It’s salty and pleasant. My toes curl as I dip up and down, pushing him closer. I grip the base. It pulses, veins pumping. I flick my eyes back up and lick the tip as our eyes meet.
His jaw tenses.
“Fuck, I need to come on your tits,” he grits out.
He slides his hand beneath my chin and pulls me off him, taking me by the hair and pulling my head back.
Oh my God, I can feel this, deep inside, like a drum beat.
His lids lower, pupils blowing. His hand wraps around his cock and starts jerking himself off, veins in his forearms standing out.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on before in my life.
“Come on me,” I beg, unable to hold back.
He lets out another groan, and cum splashes across my tits and down his thigh. My brain buzzes, my free hand sliding over my breasts, leaving trails through his cum. His breath hitches. I have a half second to catch my breath before he flips me onto my back and pushes his face between my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” I yelp.
He shoves his tongue inside me. His hard grip digs into my ass and lifts my hips from the bed. He pulls his tongue out and slides it up to my clit, locking in on it at the same time as his fingers fill my pussy.
God, he’s got such nice, big hands.
I’m so turned on, it doesn’t take long for pleasure to spike.
Then, it’s all that sweet moment when my brain turns off and I know it’s coming.
My thighs wrap tight around his head. There’s nothing like the way he makes me come.
I could spend weeks in this motel room with him and not get tired of it.
I close my eyes and fall, letting out a sharp exhale. He moans and keeps on without changing a thing, letting the waves ebb and flow until it’s over. My eyes flutter open. A hot flush has my neck damp.
He lifts his head, running his hand over his jaw. “How you feeling, baby? Want round two?”
I laugh, delirious. He climbs over my body and bends down to kiss me. I let him, limp, the taste of what he did to me spreading over my tongue. Slowly, as our kiss deepens, his body sinks between my thighs. The head of his cock nudges my pussy. He’s hard again.
“Fuck, I need a condom,” he says, pausing.
“Can you pull out?”
He freezes. I know that’s risky, but we’re both so turned on, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea in the here and now.
“I can,” he says. “You okay with it being a little riskier?”
I nod. “I got tested after my last relationship.”
“I did too.”
He lines himself up and pushes, ending the conversation.
“Oh,” I breathe into his mouth.
His teeth graze my lower lip. I spread my thighs wide, and we both gasp as he slides back inside me. It doesn’t feel wildly different, but there’s a pleasant smooth warmth that wasn’t there before. It must be something new for him, because he has to stop and take a beat before he starts thrusting.
“You feel real fucking good, baby,” he groans, hips dragging out and stroking back in, like he’s savoring every inch.
“So do you,” I whisper.
His mouth drops to mine again, and I slide my hand up the back of his neck into his hair.
Everything outside of this room melts away.
Even the walls around us are hazy. His tongue grazes mine.
His mouth is gentle, firm, exploratory. He’s so good at this, and it’s turning me into a puddle beneath him.
Everything tingles, everything is warm and gentle.
The entire world is just him. His warm skin, his cock inside me, his mouth on mine, the scent of him.
The dirty sex is so good. This is another level.
I don’t know how long we stay like this, fucking lazily.
It’s all a haze until he groans into my mouth and pulls out.
Warmth spatters across my inner thigh. My eyes roll back at the visceral pleasure, in my body, in my head, in the blossoming warmth somewhere beneath my ribs.
He kisses me one last time and falls to his back on the bed.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” he breathes.
“I’m about to start my period,” I say. “It should be okay.”
He turns his head. The softness in his eyes makes me want to stay here forever, in this room, with him. To never have to face how fragile everything is sounds like heaven.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Almost eleven.”
“We need to check out.”
He nods, leaning in and kissing my mouth. He pauses and then kisses my forehead.
“I know,” he says. “Let’s hit the road, baby.”