Chapter 20 #2
My brain struggles to catch up through my mental fog before it registers what he’s asking me. One image comes to mind, and he sees it the moment I think of it.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“I want your tongue on me next,” I whisper boldly.
“Gladly,” he growls, removing his hand and lifting my dress over my head in one swift motion.
“Fuck,” he breathes, taking in my pink bra and matching lace panties.
“They’re pink.” He runs his finger over the lace, and my nipple immediately hardens at his touch.
“An angel with the perfect amount of sin,” he grins like the devil himself before lifting me up onto the end of the bar.
His hand reaches behind me, and he’s releasing the clasp in seconds as he drops it to the floor.
I watch his eyes hungrily roam over me before he leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth.
My head falls back in pure bliss as he sucks and pulls.
Desire rushes to my core as my fingers tighten around his neck to hold him there.
He tortures the other one before slowly pushing me back with his hand around my neck. I’m completely laid out on his bar, and I’ve never felt more on display than I do right now.
“Look at how beautiful you are.” He looks over at the mirror behind the bar, and I follow his gaze.
My cheeks are flushed and my lips are swollen, but it’s my eyes that I’m drawn to.
They are fierce and alive as I stare at the woman before me that’s been freed.
I see no fear or regret in the choices she’s made.
I see only fire and heat…someone who isn’t afraid to take what she needs.
I watch our reflections as he slowly lowers my thong down my legs. When he drops to his knees for me, something deep inside is sparked.
“Take off your shirt for me,” I softly demand. His sexy smile appears as he lifts it over his head. He moves to take his hat off, and I stop him. “Keep it on. I like it.”
“Whatever you want.” He adjusts the backwards hat, and I take in the full scene before me in the mirror. Dark ink swirls against his skin as his hair curls around the nape of his neck. He’s the most tempting piece of eye candy I’ve ever seen, and I want a taste of him next.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and there’s no denying the full-on hunger I see in them.
“I want you to watch and see how beautiful you are when you truly surrender to me. I’ve been dying to taste you as you cum all over my face, so prepare yourself. There won’t be a single part of you that my mouth won’t enjoy.”
He settles between my legs as he puts them on his shoulders and spreads me wide.
His warm breath hits my center, and I feel his tongue along my inner thigh.
“This pussy is mine, Olivia.” His voice is low, and there’s no denying how serious he is with his tone. “Whether you admit it now or later, there will be no one else but me between these beautiful legs…ever again. It’s my hands that will touch you,” he says, sliding two fingers in deep.
My body greedily welcomes him in as I wrap myself around him.
“It’s my mouth that will be on you.” His gravelly voice sends tremors throughout my body seconds before he sucks my swollen bud hard.
My head falls back as a moan escapes my lips.
“And most importantly,” he says, releasing his grip on me and swiping up my center, “it will be my cock that will always feed it.”
He replaces his fingers with his tongue, and I lose all sense of reality as he dives in deep. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Every bite…
Every lick …
Every graze of his lip ring is perfectly orchestrated into a mind-numbing symphony of movements.
I turn my head again to watch, and seeing myself like this with his head between my legs adds a whole other level of sexual intensity that I never knew existed. My hands find my breasts, and I squeeze them hard as I arch back.
I feel his thumb rim my other hole, and I automatically tense. I’ve never done anything like that, and I suddenly get unsure.
“Relax,” he murmurs, moving his thumb around the opening. “Trust me.”
He applies a deeper pressure around the area, and I find myself enjoying the forbidden pleasures it brings as I relax into him again.
“That’s it, baby. Just let your body feel. Don’t overthink it.”
His mouth devours my front as his thumb presses and moves on nerve endings I didn’t even know I had back there.
The combination has a deep pressure forming in my core.
“Miles…” I whimper. I’m not sure what I’m asking for. I just know this is going to be intense.
“I’m right here, honey. Let me taste what’s mine.”
His tongue goes deep at the same time he presses on my swollen bud and applies deeper pressure in the back, going in just enough to ignite a thousand sparks flying through me.
The force of my orgasm takes me by such surprise that I don’t even comprehend that I’m screaming his name. I feel outside myself as my whole body vibrates with pleasure. His tongue moves and pushes against my walls further as he laps up every ounce of my release.
I sag against the bar as the final waves leave me. Breathing hard, I place a hand on my chest to try to slow my breaths.
He slowly releases me and stands up. His lips glisten, and he looks more smug than the Cheshire Cat after a full meal .
“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” I groan and cover my eyes, knowing I just screamed louder than I ever have before.
Laughing, he pulls me up to him and removes my hands so he can see me.
“I have to admit, I’m surprised the glass is still intact from those high notes you just hit.”
“How long am I going to have to hear this before your little joke gets old?”
“A while,” he laughs, and I roll my eyes. “But,” he says, stepping between my legs and pressing against my center, “that was the best damn meal I’ve had in years, and I plan to do everything in my power to hear that high note again.”
His lips meet mine, and I bring him closer as I wrap my legs around him. He’s rock hard, and suddenly I want to return the favor. Removing my legs, I scramble off the bar as he steps back.
His eyes darken as he watches me drop to my knees. I’m in nothing but a pair of black heeled boots, and judging by the look he is giving me, he wholeheartedly approves.
“Now it’s your turn to watch.”
He glances up and stares at our reflection in the mirror. I look over my shoulder and see myself kneeling before him. The dim lights in the bar cast a warm glow on the amber liquid lining the glass shelves. Our eyes meet, and something flashes between us.
A possessiveness.
A need that can’t be put into words. Whether I’m ready or not, I’m slowly becoming his, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, even if I wanted to.
I turn and slowly unbuckle his pants before freeing him from his black boxer briefs.
His fingers sink into my hair as I admire my view.
He’s thick and swollen, just begging for my touch.
I lick my way up to his piercing and swirl my tongue around his tip, tasting his arousal that’s already coating him.
“Fuck,” he moans, gripping my hair tighter. “You have no fucking clue what you are doing to me right now.” He’s breathing heavily as he watches me slowly torture him.
“Now it’s my turn to make you scream,” I say, wrapping my mouth around him and bringing him deep.