Chapter 8
Rainbow
“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” I grumble, feeling flushed and honestly annoyed that he denied my orgasm that was right there.
I feel his shrug as his hands move to my hips. “Maybe, but I promise you won’t be mad at me for long. Unless it’s delayed gratification you want, then I can make that happen.”
“Oh, no, no,” I say, shaking my head as I position myself.
I feel the warmth of his chuckle on my inner thighs, and it makes me shiver with anticipation. He tugs on my hips, moving me where he wants, but before my pussy can make contact with his mouth, he lifts me enough for his tongue to circle my arsehole once.
A gasp that turns into a moan escapes my lips before I ask, “What are you doing?”
I’m not usually into anal play. Well, the only two examples I have of the experience are not ones I want to recount, but this feels different. Almost good.
“Exploring,” he says, and then his tongue slides back to my clit, and I sink down as he hooks two thick fingers inside me.
It’s only when he pulls them free and moves one to my back entrance that I tense up.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his heated breath brushing against my most vulnerable parts.
Do I?
“No, I don’t,” I reply quietly, my voice strained, but I know he hears me when he teases my back passage again.
“It’s okay, Bow, relax. Give me your cunt, it will help. Now, sit.”
He rocks me forward, his tongue flicking up the length of me, and I do as he says. Well, I try to at least, as he slowly pushes a finger into my back passage.
“That’s it. Good girl, you’re doing so well. I’m already to the first knuckle. Now, ride my face and I’ll push in to the second knuckle.”
“Oh fuck,” I say, not used to this side of him.
“Rainbow, fucking sit already,” he all but growls.
Lowering myself a little more, I try to ignore how self-conscious and vulnerable this position makes me feel. Most of the guys I’ve been with have gone down on me, but it’s hardly been memorable, and most of them barely know what to do with their penis, let alone their mouth.
Any thoughts I have about past experiences flee when he pushes his finger inside me deeper, his tongue teasing my clit in an expert manner. In no time at all, I’m right on the brink of coming again.
“Fuck.” My hands grip the top of the sofa for leverage as I gyrate against his face.
When he hooks his fingers inside my pussy along with the way he’s fingering my arse and licking at my piercing, the most intense pleasure begins to build.
Unable to stop myself, I gyrate against him faster, taking what I need, feeling empowered as I use him to get myself off, because that’s exactly what I’m doing.
He hums against my piercing, and that, along with the way he’s hitting my G-spot and still playing with my arse, is what brings me right to the brink.
“Oh, oh, Tobias, it’s too much.” I groan out. My body feels as though it’s not my own while I ride his face, as if my life depends on it, chasing something so much more than my impending orgasm.
I’ve never had this level of stimulation before. It’s as though everything is happening all at once.
“That’s it,” he mumbles against my clit right before his mouth clamps over my piercing, sucking hard.
I’m hit with an overwhelming sensation, a building pressure and heat rising from my lower abdomen.
And that’s when it happens, an explosive release of built-up tension—intense and wet—and I gush all over his face. Rhythmic, involuntary contractions of aftershocks follow, but it doesn’t stop there.
No, Tobias is like a man possessed, determined to pull another orgasm from me, as if my squirting all over his face wasn’t already enough.
“Oh my fucking God.” Tears stream freely from my eyes, my entire body a live wire as I orgasm with a loud, high-pitched moan with what I can only describe as euphoric.
“Hell yes, Bow,” he groans, lapping up my release. My face is positively on fire, my body like liquid as I squirm away from him. My body is not used to that kind of intense pleasure.
He takes pity on me, and before I even have a chance to catch my breath, he rolls us so I’m pinned beneath him, my thighs soaked as he holds himself above me.
His chin and mouth glisten from my arousal.
I’m powerless to stop him as his lips meet mine for a slow, lazy kiss.
There is something liberating about tasting myself on him.
“That was fucking glorious,” he says, pulling out of the kiss and staring down at me like I’m some ethereal being. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me the way he has before. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
I reach between us, my hand trembling as I seek out his erection. I love how he’s thick and yet warm like velvet.
He stares down as I fist his impressive cock, licking my lips. “I want to taste you,” I say, my voice soft.
His eyes move back to mine. “That wasn’t what that was about,” he replies.
I reach up with my free hand and cup the back of his neck. “I know, but I want to.”
Studying me for a beat, he nods once, and then sits back on his knees, giving me the perfect view, the veins of his cock prominent.
“How do you want me?” he asks, taking himself in his own fist and working his length, pre-cum glistening on the tip of his engorged head.
I push myself up on my elbows and bite my lip.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” My eyes track his slow, deliberate movements.
“You like this?” He speeds up. “You like seeing what you do to me?”
My own heartbeat races faster with each flick of his wrist.
“Does it turn you on knowing how much power you have over me?” His muscles are pulled taut, almost like he’s in pain.
He squeezes himself at the base to stave off his own release.
“How I want to throw caution to the wind and mark you in every way humanly possible. Until I’m beneath your skin, like you are mine. ”
My breathing grows even more erratic. I’m torn between wanting to watch him get himself off and wanting to take him into my mouth and have him lose control.
I swallow hard, desperate to taste him, and I push myself up. “I want you to sit back.”
He smirks and moves into a sitting position, spreading his legs, fist still wrapped around his very impressive cock.
Fucking hell.
“Now what?” he asks.
I move in front of him and drop to my knees, my hands sliding up his muscled thighs.
“Now it’s my turn. Relax and keep your hands off.”
He quirks an eyebrow, releasing himself and stretching his arms along the back of the sofa.
“Anything you say, sweet cheeks.”
I lower my head and flick out my tongue, gliding it along the length of his shaft, taking my time.
“Are you planning to torture me with that sweet tongue of yours?” His voice is deep and sexy as hell.
Pulling back, my eyes meet his, and I smile. “Maybe.”
He throws his head back and laughs, the corded muscles along his neck flexing. I want to lick every inch of this man.
And then, as if to prove my point, I slowly trace his hard length with my tongue and circle the tip, loving his salty essence.
“My turn to have some fun,” I say with a wink.