Chapter 36
LA PETITE MORT
We fall into bed, Devon’s body covering mine as he kisses me hard.
His mouth erases right and wrong, consequences fading as I drown in waves of want. The smack of our lips and heavy breaths echo through the small room as our hands explore, reacquainting. It’s torture staying away from him—pretending I don’t crave him desperately.
It’s been a living fucking hell listening to those cruel words whispering in my ear that I’m second best. That I’m the only one here, and that’s why he wants me.
But seeing his eyes mere minutes ago grounded me in truth: Honesty. Longing. Lust. Maybe even something deeper.
How was I supposed to deny him? I couldn’t. And now he’s rucking up my shirt and diving for my sensitive nipples. His tongue ring glides over the right one, and I moan.
“Shhh,” he warns. “As much as I love hearing you, we need to be quiet.”
I stuff my hand into my mouth when he sucks the hard bud between his lips.
After long seconds of blissful agony, he gives the other side equal attention.
I’m hard and leaking in my pants, wanting more.
His tongue drags down my sternum, dipping into my navel and swiping just above my waistband.
I whine against my fist, arching my hips in obvious invitation.
Calloused fingers dip into my pants, tugging them down and revealing my underwear. “Fuck,” he breathes, nipping at the lace before wrapping his lips around my covered cockhead.
He sucks me through the panties, and I bite down hard. My back bows. It’s incredible, but not enough. I need skin-to-skin, need him inside me—that pierced cock fucking me.
When he finally pulls my dick free, pressing kisses up my shaft, the moan rips from my throat. “I will gag you, princess. Do you need to be gagged?”
My eyes roll up in their sockets. I nod eagerly.
He rips my pajamas and panties all the way down my legs, wadding up the latter material and stuffing it in my mouth. “Spit it out, and we stop,” he says gruffly.
My cock flexes, and precum dribbles down my shaft. God, it’s been too long since he’s touched me. I’m so keyed up I could come just from his heated stare. “You have such a pretty cock, baby,” he purrs, swallowing me down.
I moan into the fabric, hips canting to get deeper into his wet heat.
His mouth is unreal. And the added texture from his piercing has me seeing stars.
I want to beg for more. My hole is clenching on nothing, desperate to be touched and filled.
He releases my cock with a wet pop and lowers to suck on my sack.
The noises coming from me can’t be helped, only slightly muffled.
“Look at you,” he praises, eyes full of heat and affection. Lifting my legs and holding them up, he swipes his tongue over my hole. I call out, shivering from the abrupt sensation. “Fuck, you taste good,” he growls, diving in.
He fucks me with his mouth, alternating between deep thrusts and sucks. Spit drips down my crease as pulse after pulse of precum oozes from my cockhead. I’m so close already, I could scream.
When he replaces his tongue with his finger, I reach down to spread my cheeks as wide as they’ll go. Each time his knuckles hit my skin, my breath hitches. A few more times, he does this before demanding, “Where’s your lube?”
It takes my brain too long to catch up. Pulling the now-soaked panties from my mouth, I tell him, “Toiletry bag. S-Side pocket.”
He pushes off the bed, an obscene tent in his basketball shorts, and quickly locates the bottle.
After tossing it beside me on the bed, he pauses to admire his handiwork.
I’m still curled into a ball, knees to my chest, hole fluttering with anticipation.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, whipping his tank off in one fluid motion, then he drops his shorts and boxers.
I don’t get a chance to appreciate him before he’s between my legs, lubing up my hole, and then his cock. “I don’t have anything,” he tells me. “Got tested before we left.”
“Me either,” I rasp.
Dropping down to plant a filthy kiss on my lips, he finds the discarded panties and pushes them back inside my mouth. “I’m going to take you hard and fast, princess.”
A pathetic mewl is my answer.
He lines up, throwing my legs over his shoulders. When the tip brushes my hole, I bear down. “God damn,” he whispers harshly. “You’re tight as fuck.”
Holding my hips in a bruising grip, he gives a tentative thrust. My head flies back, neck arching as that first burn teases at what’s to come.
I brace myself with my hands on the headboard when he thrusts again, harder and with intent.
His cock pushes through the first threshold, making him hiss from between his clenched teeth.
I groan as he tunnels deeper, shallow rolls of his hips as my body gets used to his. Those piercings rub against my inner walls as his cockhead pegs my prostate.
I can’t stop the moans. He’s ripping them out of me.
As soon as he’s fully seated, his pelvis flush with my ass, he palms both cheeks, squeezing. “Grab a pillow if you need to,” is my only warning before he pulls nearly all the way out and slams into me.
My body jerks, my forearms bending from the impact.
He slams into me again, sliding me farther up the bed. Two hands grab my waist, jerking me closer as he picks up the pace, fucking me hard and fast—just as promised. My dick stiffens, pain replaced by delicious heat.
Devon’s eyes stay locked on me, cataloging every reaction. Lifting my hips and holding me up like I’m weightless, he uses my hole for his pleasure. Slick and skin-slapping fill the space. My moans are hardly silent, rising in volume with each pass over my prostate.
I reach down to fist my dick, whimpering because it feels so fucking good.
“That’s it, baby. Jack that big cock.”
He even bends over enough to spit on my length, adding to the slippery texture of my precum. His hips speed up, the headboard smacking the wall every few thrusts, but I think he’s beyond caring about the noise. I know I am.
“Get there,” he tells me. “Get there for me, sweetheart. I’m close.”
Thank god.
I stroke my cock fast, the dual sensations of being railed and my oversensitive length in my fist making my eyes cross.
I’ve been ready to come since his mouth was on me, but almost like I’ve been waiting for permission, only now am I able to release.
Pressure builds at my spine, my balls tighten, and then I’m falling.
Plummeting towards oblivion, where the only thing I can do is come. White ropes shoot from my slit as I moan like a whore. They cover my hand, chest, and chin.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, movements jerky. He grinds into me, going still before tossing his head back. His cum floods inside me, marking and claiming. I clench greedily, milking him for all he’s got. “Fuck, Lex,” he rasps, dropping my legs to his hips before plucking the panties from my mouth.
I pant, chest rising and falling. He eagerly cleans me with his tongue while his cock slips out of my used hole.
I clamp down to keep his cum inside me for as long as possible.
“Baby,” he praises. “My pretty princess.” His lips taste like my jizz and toothpaste, but I don’t care. I kiss him hungrily.
Once the heat fades, a slow calm settles as we ride out our passion through the post-nut haze. We kiss lazily, content to stay glued together. It’s perfect.
It’s everything I want.
But slowly, reality begins to creep back in, seeping into the space between us.
I remember everything I forgot while tied up in Devon.
I forgot about Michael.