45
SYLAS
The first thing I notice when I arrive at the condo is how silent it is.
We arrived early this morning from the Cape, but while the girls came back home, I hung out with the guys before they had to fly back out.
I figure they’re napping, probably exhausted from yesterday.
I’m not sure what time we all went to bed, though I know we were still up past midnight.
Anna doesn’t like Rosie losing sleep, but yesterday was an exception; everyone wanted to be around my daughter, especially my sister.
Wherever Rosie was, that’s where Thea could be found.
I pad to my bedroom, slowing to a stop when I hear the faintest moan come from the other side of the door. My cock twitches, and a thrill shoots down my spine.
I stop stalling as the noise increases and open the door. My eyes double in size, sweeping hastily over Anna’s naked body on the bed and the vibrator she’s holding between her spread thighs.
The moans that were leaving out of her mouth cease, as do her movements, but she doesn’t budge. “It’s about time you came home.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” I shut the door behind me, reaching over my head to grab the neck of my shirt. I’m removing it, dropping it to the floor. I don’t get to take a step forward before she’s holding her palm up, telling me to stay where I am.
“Grab that tie,” she says with a nod of her head, eyes settling behind me on the doorknob. “Put it around your neck.”
“Yes, anything you want.” I’m doing as she instructs, ready to take my jeans off. My erection is tenting them, pushing painfully to be free. It doesn’t help that she’s naked, a sheen of sweat coating her body and her pussy glistening.
“And get on your hands and knees.” The corner of her mouth ticks up, and a supercilious grin curls on her face. “Hurry up, I’m ready to come,” she urges, rubbing the tip of her wet vibrator over her clit, her chest rising and falling haphazardly.
Sucking in a breath, I snap out of the trance, dragging my tongue over my dry lips and dropping to my hands and knees.
“Come.” She sets the toy next to her, keeping her thighs as they are. “Crawl to me, Sylas.”
I grind my teeth, swallow hard as my dick throbs, aching to be released from the confines on the denim. “You’re killing me.”
“You’re wasting my time and I’m desperate to come. If you don’t hurry, I will make you watch and I won’t let you touch me,” she rasps, smiling sweetly. “So hurry up and be good for me.” She snaps her fingers.
Jesus Christ, I love this woman. I’m moving forward, eyes centered on her dripping pussy while I know hers are wandering over my arms, shoulders, and back, everywhere I know her nails will be scratching.
I’m by her feet within seconds. I’m not panting, but I’m damn close. Anna looks like a fucking wet dream, wet and waiting for me. Fuck…I don’t know how I’ll last.
I’m sitting on my knees, ready to devour her. I can already imagine my tongue and mouth exploring before she closes her legs.
I let out a frustrated groan. “Anna,” I grit, laying my palms on her knees. “Spread your fucking thighs right now or I swear—”
She rolls her eyes like the brat she is. “I didn’t say you could eat yet.” She smirks and leans forward, wrapping the tie around her hand. She jerks it, tugging me forward. My heart races. It’s so goddamn loud I struggle to hear anything else.
“Is this what you want? To have control?” I arch a brow, meeting her dilated, heated gaze.
She splits her legs open, pulling harder, growing wetter, and then I note the wet stain on the sheets. “I like it when you listen to me, when you get desperate, when you whimper.”
I inhale a sharp breath, chuckling under my breath. “Will you be quiet as I eat? I don’t—”
“No one is here. It’s just you and me.”
My dick jumps. I’m certain I’m leaking pre-cum. I scrub my palm over my face, fighting back the urge to do everything I want to do. “What do you need? Tell me, baby.”
“Beg.” Her grip on the tie tightens. I don’t breathe easy but I don’t need to for what I’m about to do.
I drop to her feet, my mouth close to her ankle.
“Anna.” I plant a kiss on the bone and work my way up to her calf and to the inside of her knee.
“Meu bem, let me taste you. Let me have you.” I nip her the skin inside her thigh and drag my tongue halfway up, leaving a wet trail.
“Please, baby, I need to feel you.” My voice is deep, gruff, impossible to get under control.
“I need your come on my tongue, on my face. I want to swallow it and for it to coat my throat. Let me have you. Please.”
I’m whimpering at this point, but I don’t care. My face is close to her pussy; my mouth so close I can almost taste her.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Look at you, so easy for me. I knew you always were.” She’s enjoying the fuck out of this, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. The praise and degradation stir something in both me and my cock. It’s harder than before, and beads of sweats dot my forehead.
“Please, Anna,” I beg, squeezing my fisted hands tight, eager, desperate to be hers and to come. “Let me have you.”
She shudders and goose bumps decorated her skin. “You can eat now,” she supplies lazily, as if inconvenienced, as if I were a nobody, as if she’s anticipating I’ll leave her unsatisfied.
She doesn’t let go of the tie when I slip my hands under her thick thighs, drag her closer to the edge of the bed, and lower my mouth to her center.
I don’t break eye contact when I drag my tongue over her pussy and swallow her arousal, not when I raise it to her pulsing clit and draw it between my lips.
I suck it hard and hold her firmly as she squirms and attempts to rock her hips.
Anna pants, harshly pulling the tie. I choke on the lack of oxygen but it only excites me more, knowing she’s the reason for it, that she’s squeezing her thighs around my head.
I revel in the way her clit becomes engorged, how it throbs against my tongue, how she moans and pushes herself against me. She ardently rolls her hips, the foreplay past us as she pleads with me to come.
She’s close. I feel it in the way her thighs quiver, her ass almost lifting off the bed and the impatient sounds leaving her mouth.
“That’s what I thought.” I breathe against her pussy and grab her vibrator. “You’re such a brat and so fucking spoiled. You’re going to regret talking to me like that.”
Her eyes widen with trepidation but it’s all a facade. Behind the worry, she’s ready and excited. It’s telling in the way her breathing picks up and her nipples harden.
I don’t warn her as I latch onto her clit, sucking it hard, and thrust the vibrator inside her. She jolts, gasps, and tenses. Her back bends, fingers clutching the sheets as her other hand yanks the tie.
I clamp my lips on her clit, flicking my tongue over it rapidly while slipping the toy in and out just as fast. She lets go of the tie and clutches the sheets with both hands, riding my face—or at least attempting to, because right as I know she’s about to let go, I draw back and remove the toy.
She gasps again, staring at me wide-eyed.
“No!” she yells, fuming. “I swear if you don’t—”
“But I’m the one who’s easy? Just look at you. I have you begging and screaming and looking so goddamn messy.” I stand and smirk, cupping her jaw to tilt her head back. “Be patient. Be easy. And let me do whatever the fuck I want.” I gather my saliva, force her mouth open, and spit inside her.
Her eyes grow even wider than before. “Don’t swallow it yet.” I use the other hand and slips two fingers inside, rubbing my saliva over her tongue and thrusting them down her throat. She gags and grabs hold of my wrist, but she doesn’t pull it away. “You sound so pretty when you gag.”
I do it again and only stop when drool pools around the corner of her mouth and her tears roll down her cheeks. Only then do I let her swallow.
“What a sight.” I look down at her, enjoying the way she glares at me. “I’ll give you something to be mad about. Take my cock out. Hurry up.” I slap her breast hard, watching it bounce and do the same to the other.
She mewls and jerks up, nostrils flaring. With record speed, she’s pulling my boxer briefs and jeans down. I kick them off to the side and she’s grabbing the base, sticking her tongue out.
“No. Open your mouth wide.” And she does, easily. “Fuck, your throat—it’s ready to for me. Take me in, breathe. I want you swallowing and sucking. No teasing or foreplay. I want to feel your throat and I want to hear you gagging on it. Remember ‘bells’ ends it all.”
Anna nods and immediately leans in. She takes me all the way until I feel the tip hit the back of her throat and she gags. It’s loud. She tries to pull back but I hold her head in place, taking a handful of her black hair in my fist.
“Bells?” I arch a brow.
She breathes harshly through her nose, shaking her head as she stares up at me through watery eyes.
“Look at you.” I click my tongue. “Christ, Anna, what a fuckable mouth you have. Mmm.” I hum in appreciation and flex my hips. “I can’t wait to use every hole, to fill you up. I really did miss my cum slut…You were always so good at holding my cum. Move your filthy little mouth, take me in, do it.”
I hold her hair and watch, mesmerized, as she sucks me off.
She moans, and the vibrations make my balls tighten.
But nothing is more euphoric than watching the saliva drip out of her mouth, how she tries her hardest to keep sucking, and how every time she gags, she fights with herself not to pull me out.
“That’s it, take my cock. You were made for this.
Keep going,” I roughly demand, losing myself on the way her tongue feels, how her cheeks hollow, and the sound of my balls slapping her chin.
I drop my head back. “Goddamn, your mouth…” My breath gets caught, and my head spins.
“Don’t swallow yet.” I whimper as I stiffen and release inside her.