Chapter 32 #3
As the coarse texture of his stubble rubs against my thighs and his tongue circles my clit, I can’t tear my eyes away from him.
The muscles in my leg start to ache from supporting all my weight on one foot and his shoulder, but I don’t pay it any mind as I grind myself against him.
He licks and sucks every inch of my pussy like he’s making love to it, only interrupted by a few teasing bites here and there, just the way I like it.
As his teeth grab hold of my piercing again, I swear I see stars, and the noise I let out can’t be human.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out, my muscles tensing as I feel every inch of me start to tingle with anticipation. “God, I’m gonna come. Don’t you dare stop,” I beg.
At my words, he doubles his efforts, holding onto my hips so tightly I know I’ll have bruises in the morning.
But I don’t care. If anything, I’m grateful for the support as he sucks my clit between his lips until my orgasm slams into me, pulling me under and making me lose all sense of control.
I stop breathing, letting out one last cry of pleasure before I’m drowning in it.
The second I’ve recovered, I tear his face away from my core and find him halfway to feral.
His lips wet and red, eyes glazed over and still he’s looking at me like I just hung the moon.
Dragging him to his feet, I pull his mouth to mine, running my tongue over his bottom lip and tasting myself there.
He groans as I kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and mapping out the taste of him and me tangled together.
I let my free hand drag over his chest, under his shirt, dragging my nails along the skin as I work my way lower.
Working his belt free with one hand, I slip my hand beneath his boxers.
He whimpers as I wrap my fingers around him, cupping my jaw in his hands and holding me close, as if he’s still scared I’ll turn around and leave him.
And maybe I should, but as the feeling of him, hot and heavy, in my hand mingles with the feeling of his hands on my skin, I find myself not caring.
Running my fingers over the head, I find him dripping pre-cum, and I give into my impulses as I wipe it away with my thumb before lifting it to his mouth. His eyes flash, an unspoken challenge between us. Will he play along or is this the moment I’ve pushed him too far?
His lips part, nostrils flaring as he gives in to my silent demand.
With his eyes locked on mine, he flicks out his tongue and tastes himself.
God, he’s so good at this that my core flutters all over again.
I revel in the power of making him do it, yet even as I stroke him, a part of me aches for the moment when he’ll take that power back, when someone who’s earned it will push me under instead of letting me steer.
I love calling him Daddy, love the safety and the edge in that name, but if I didn’t, I’d insist on taking charge every time.
My hand wraps around him again, stroking slowly while my other cups his balls, caught between wanting to command and wanting to surrender.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me. Do you think you can keep being good for a little bit longer?” I ask, squeezing his length.
“Lil’,” he chokes out, dropping his forehead against mine and looking at where my fist is wrapped around him.
“Show me how much you missed me. Show me what you’ve been saving up for me.
” With that, I let a line of spit drip between us, making the glide smoother as I stroke him.
Flashing him a smirk, I hold his gaze as I drop to my knees.
His jaw drops, throat working to swallow as he watches me lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth.
Dragging my tongue through another bead of pre-cum, I swirl it around the head of his cock and listen to the sounds he makes.
Groaning and gasping and begging as I tease him.
I cup his balls, rolling them in my palm as I take him as deep as I can.
He drops a heavy palm to the back of my head.
Not pushing, but holding my hair back as he watches me.
Sucking hard and moving quickly, I bring him all the way to the brink before pulling back to look up at him.
“You're going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“God, yes, please. I was so close,” he whimpers, fingers flexing in my hair. Taking him back in my mouth, I lock eyes with him as I deepthroat him. Swallowing around him and watching as he tips his head back, mouth open, chest heaving.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he stammers as he tries to pull me back. “Baby, I’m gonna…”
Not letting him pull free completely, I hollow my cheeks around him and watch as he shudders above me.
His cock jerks in my mouth and, before he can register what I’m doing, I rise to my feet and drag his mouth down to mine.
I kiss him, feeding him his release. I feel the moment reality sinks in—he freezes, hands lifting as if to push me away—but then a low, heady groan escapes him, and he opens for me.
I swirl my tongue against his, sharing the taste with him until it’s on both our lips, the power shift humming between us.
“Say it again,” I pant, pulling away from him. I need the music of the words, the repetition to prove they were not a one-time intoxication.
“You’re mine,” he vows, cupping my face between his palms. “You’ve always been mine. And I am yours in whatever way you’ll have me.”
I trace patterns along his jaw, feeling the tremor under his skin. Savouring the moment before anything else happens, this pause where we both consider the cost.
“Good,” I say. “Now prove it.”
He doesn’t need to ask for clarity, instead he just dips his chin and presses a kiss to the palm of my hand, a small, private worship, and I let him. I let him because I want him, because that want is a weapon, and because I’m tired of fighting what’s always felt inevitable.
Outside, the city continues on, oblivious to what just took place in this hotel room.
Inside, a new covenant settles between us, not clean, not holy, but real nonetheless.
He’s shown me he means it when he says he’ll crawl and beg for forgiveness…
but I haven’t given it. Not fully. Not yet.
And that forgiveness is only one fraction of the walls, wounds, and truths still standing between us.