Chapter 17
I lay there panting, unable to comprehend anything after having two back-to-back orgasms. It was an absolute first.
“Tori, I need an answer. Tongue or cock?”
My mind was in such disarray that when Andrew spoke, words came out without me mulling them over a hundred times to ensure I said the right thing. Another first, it seemed, this man was determined to break all of my bad habits.
Panting, I said, “I uh…I don’t know what to choose. I can’t think right now. Can I have a bit of both?”
Chuckling, he replied, “Oh, I see. I’ve got a greedy girl on my hands. Unfortunately, we must stick to the rules. One orgasm left, one method. I’ll give you until the count of five.”
His voice was playful, but my body stiffened.
“One.”
My heart kicked against my ribs.
“Two.”
I clutched the sheet beneath me, fingers twisting into the fabric.
“Three. If you don’t tell me, we’ll end up stopping altogether.”
I shot upright. The mattress dipped under the sudden movement. “I’m thinking, okay?” The words burst out of me. “It’s not that easy for me. The pressure is too much.” My chest heaved as panic swelled, threatening to choke off anything else I wanted to say.
He gathered me in his arms. “Awe, angel. I’m sorry. Okay, let’s break it down. Tell me what you’re struggling with.”
His weight shifted slightly as he leaned back, giving me space. Gentle fingers swept through my hair, tucking the strands behind my ear with care. I tilted my chin enough to take him in.
Memorizing the lines on his face, I felt something unspoken stir between us. In his expression, in his nearness, there was safety, and the words flowed.
“My struggle is I like the way your cock fills me up, stretches me and makes me feel…feel full. It’s so snug and the friction is to die for. But your tongue—that isn’t something I’ve really ever had much of.”
“Fuck, say no more. I’ve got you covered.”
He moved, his chest swelling with something I didn’t recognize. Whatever it was, he went primal on me. Roughly pushing my thighs apart, he climbed between them and kissed a trail up both my legs all the way to my inner thighs.
“May I close my eyes, Sir?” I begged as they threatened to close on their own.
“Since you asked so sweetly, yes, you may.”
I gasped and my eyelids fluttered closed when he planted a soft kiss right at the top of my pussy.
“Forgive me while I lose myself in your sweet cunt, angel,” he murmured, and his tongue snaked out, tracing the horrible branding mark.
Waves of nausea passed through me as I shut the memory out. I refused to allow Cameron any more space in my head. Instead, I envisioned a tattoo in its place. As he licked my pussy, my mind conjured up the perfect image.
“Andrew, I think I know what I’d get to replace that.”
He paused and looked up from beneath my legs. Drowning in the blue of his eyes, I said, “I’ll make it a music note with piano keys flowing from both sides. Can your person draw something like that?”
With a knowing grin, he said, “Absolutely. I’ll have a sketch for you by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Now, if you don’t mind.”
I giggled at his response, feeling euphoric. His hands gripped my hips, and his mouth engulfed the scar tissue. I moaned as he applied pressure to the area and suckled. My hips shot up as my brain short-circuited.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
His mouth popped off my skin. “Re-branding you.” He sucked some more. “Marking you,” he whispered before going back at it. “Claiming you.”
I yelped as his mouth once more lowered and sucked harder than before.
“Mine,” he growled like he did that night at the auction house, except this time the authority with which he said it made me tremble.
I cried out, running my fingers through his thick hair. Once more I was sure I was dreaming, helplessly lost in the terrifying possibility. I didn’t realize he’d stopped and was kissing his way down.
With one swipe of his tongue, I instantly rushed back to reality. This was happening. I relaxed under him, completely intent on enjoying the moment.
Intense pleasure rocked through me as he flicked my clit before making a long single lick along the length of my pussy. I could only whimper under him as the pressure built. Then Andrew’s tongue dipped inside, and he hummed, causing a full-body spasm to rush through me.
I was torn. Part of me wanted to squirm away from the intensity of the sensation. I didn’t deserve this. Nonetheless, his firm grip on my hips held me in place. Relentless pulses of pleasure rocked me to the core.
Frantically, I moaned and whimpered, bucking my hips against his face. His fingers held me open, spreading me wide, giving him full access. My eyes rolled back in my head the minute he pushed two fingers inside me.
He sped up the movement of his tongue on my clit. I saw stars. Panting and out of breath, the pressure built to the point where I wanted to scream. The intensity was too much. I was going to die if he didn’t make me come.
I shrieked, bucking hard when his fingers folded upward and pushed against something deep inside me. He had hit that same spot earlier, but this angle with his mouth sucking and his tongue flicking my clit had me soaring somewhere foreign.
“Don’t stop, please. Ooh,” I choked out, my voice hoarse, praying as my body struggled to let go.
I didn’t know if I was talking to myself or to him, but my eyes shot open as my body gave way to the expertise of this man. Holy hell, I had no idea it could be like this. His head moved between my legs, and I cried out, feeling cherished for the first time in my life.
Waves of emotion hit, and my body shook. Past any semblance of control, my arms flailed about, and my hips jerked against his lips. I’d never be able to look at them again without remembering how they felt on me.
“Oh…oh…oh…!” I screamed, my head thrashing from side to side.
I was right there, hovering on the edge, tethered there with each flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers buried deep inside me. My pussy spasmed and clenched around his fingers. And then I was free-falling into the abyss. I screamed his name as I came.
He moaned loudly against me, and the vibration unleashed a whole new torrent inside. His tongue was like a metronome with its steady rhythm—back and forth. Not too fast, not too slow, just excruciating and never-ending. There was no end to my climax, it seemed.
Wave after wave of it hit as he reduced me to a quivering mess. Words escaped me, and what came out was gibberish. I went lax under him, unable to take anymore. And his tongue kept up its steady beat.
“No more. Red,” I uttered the word that could make him stop.
His head flicked up, mouth open, lips red and swollen. But it was his eyes. They made me shake. Crazed—dark pools of blue filled with lust and clouded over—stared into my soul.
I sucked in a deep breath as a slow, wicked grin erupted across his face. Rising up and laying his hard body on mine, he grasped my chin between his thumb and index finger.
“Such a good fucking girl, using your safeword.”
He leaned in and captured my lips, and I once more tasted myself on him. I blushed in embarrassment at how wet his face was. My scent filled my nostrils.
“Here you are once more having me break my own rules, angel,” he purred before grinding his hips into me.