Chapter 16 #2
Gently, experimentally, I graze the toy down the slope of her breast. “But, on somewhere more sensitive,”—it crests her peaked nipple and she startles slightly at the sensation—“it might feel kind of… exciting.”
Lifting a brow, I drag the buzzing plug across to her other nipple.
“That’s…” She hums a little sound of pleasure and slides her hands up my thighs once more. “That feels nice.”
“We don’t have to put it in unless you want it.” I exhale hard as she starts to stroke me again. “You call the shots here. But… you wanna see how it feels, just on the outside?”
Another small nod as she stands, and my eyes drag up along with her. She unbuttons her jeans.
“Need to hear you say it,” I say, tugging her closer before I kiss her stomach, letting my free hand slip down her thigh. No way in hell am I gonna pressure her into something she doesn’t want. “This is your choice, okay?”
“I know,” she says, cradling my face. “I wanna try it.” Then she lifts a brow. “But don’t act like you haven’t been manifesting butt stuff all along.”
I cough out a laugh. “Wha—? Oh, you think I was playing the long game?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her teasing smile is everything.
“Butt-stuff manifestation, huh?” My jaw clenches as she strips naked in front of me. “Okay, but really. I don’t want you trying this for me. This is for you. You’d said no butt stuff and—”
“Miles…” She straddles my lap, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Didn’t you tell me not to overthink things?”
“Oof!” I chuckle, dropping my forehead between her tits, then press kisses against her smooth skin.
“Called the fuck out.” I drop the plug onto the bed, needing both hands to explore her.
“C’mere.” I suck one nipple into my mouth, smoothing my palms over her hips, her waist, her back—like I might memorize her skin by touch alone.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
She reaches between us and guides my cock, moving closer so my shaft glides between her pussy lips and up against her clit.
I can’t tear my eyes away, so I feel around on the bed until I land on the plug. Sliding it slowly down her lower back, I follow the trail of her spine. The moment it slips over her tailbone, she tenses up a little.
“Try to relax,” I whisper. “Just tell me how it feels.”
“Mmm,” she hums, though her voice is pitched higher than usual.
“It’s okay to be nervous. And hey,”—I pause, lifting the toy away—“if anything is too much, just say pomegranate, okay?”
“That’s the safe word?” Her brows quirk together. “Pomegranate?”
“First thing that came to mind.” I shrug, grinning before pulling her into a teasing kiss. “Now—and I appreciate the irony of me saying this but—focus.”
Watching her closely, I gently drag the plug down again, her reaction telling me when I’ve found the spot.
“Oh!” She pitches forward a bit, resting her forehead against mine.
“You’re doing so good,” I whisper, experimenting with only the smallest movements, the lightest pressure, as she lifts and lowers, sliding her wet pussy up and down the length of my dick. “You’re making me feel so good too. Look how fucking hard I am for you.”
Mewling moans escape her throat, and I pulse against her with need. When she starts to push back against the toy, I move it away, drinking in the frustrated pinch between her brows.
“You need more?” I rasp against her cheek. When she nods, I reach for the lube and coat the plug generously. “Okay. We’re gonna make you feel so good, baby.” I slip it back between her cheeks. “There?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Right there.”
“Just a little bit,” I murmur against her neck as I angle the plug, pressing in gently. “So slow.”
“So slow,” she echoes in agreement, though she tilts her hips, subtly increasing the pressure.
I follow her lead, pushing in slightly more each time she flexes back against my hand, letting her adjust. “So proud of you,” I whisper into her hair as she gasps through the last push and it slides inside. “How does it feel?”
“Good. Buzzy, obviously, and… heavy. Full.”
“You did so good.” My pulse beats like a drum through my cock and I fist it for her in long, slow strokes.
Arousal flushes Caroline’s cheeks as she watches me, rolling and pinching her hard nipples. “This is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Her words are tentative—whispered and unsure—but they slip up and down my spinal cord. There’s something about knowing she’s testing her limits with me that sets my brain and dick on fire simultaneously.
“Yeah?” I kiss her long and deep, swallowing every delicious whimper she makes. “Do you like how it feels?”
“Yes.” The word is like a sigh of relief.
“Then maybe dirty’s what you like.” I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard as she arches into me, running her fingers through my hair. I let go, grazing her taut flesh with my teeth. “Maybe you shouldn’t fight it.”
She reaches between us to work her fingers over her clit, looking almost pained.
“You like breaking the rules, don’t you? Playing with those gorgeous tits for me… touching yourself and taking a plug in your perfect ass when you’re supposed to be such a good girl.”
She tries to stifle a whine. “We’re being so bad.”
“I know.” I love watching her like this but, fuck, I need more. Grasping her jaw, I pull her in for a kiss and flick my tongue against hers. “Mmm, baby, can you do something for me?”
“What?”
“Get up here so I can taste you.” I lean back to peel off my T-shirt.
She slowly crawls off my lap and I turn, unable to tear my eyes away when I catch a glimpse of the bright blue plug between her gorgeous ass cheeks.
I nearly stumble trying to tear off my pants and socks. By some miracle, I remember to grab the tiny remote before I dive between her legs, lapping at her cunt like I’m dying of thirst. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
“I wanna taste you too,” she says between little moans.
My resolve falters. “Fuck, okay, fine. Turn around.” I scoot up the bed and she spins, dropping her knees on either side of my head. Greedy for more, I yank her hips down, sucking her clit hard and fast.
“Miles!” she cries out, gripping my thighs. It’s got to be a lot—the vibration in her ass and my tongue working her clit.
I break away. “Sorry, that okay?”
“Yes,” she says quickly.
“You said you were a bit tender from—”
“Please,” she cuts me off. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, thank fuck.”
With another sweet mewling sound, wet heat envelops my cock and my eyes roll. She sucks me in long, deep strokes, playing with my balls with her free hand, and it feels so good I almost lose track of what I’m doing.
Almost.
I click the vibration up a notch and her back bows as she lets out a muffled cry. Reluctantly, I tear my lips away from the soft, wet warmth of her pussy, practically panting. “Still okay?”
She pulls off so she can answer. “Yes! Oh my God!”
I slip my fingers inside her and dive for that swollen, perfect clit again. “Fuck, Caroline. I can feel the plug vibrating inside you.” I add another finger, stretching her.
Oh, God. This fucking pussy.
“Does it feel good when I fill you up like this?”
She gives me a muffled whimper in response.
“Such a good little slut for me.” I tap gently on the end of the plug and she jolts, letting out another strangled cry of pure pleasure.
I lick and suck and tug on her clit, working my fingers faster until she’s keening over me, her own rhythm falling apart in her distraction.
It’s funny; sixty-nine is a position that always riles up my competitive side. It’s like a mind-melting tug-of-war where each of us tries to do such a good job that the other can’t keep up their end of the deal.
Picking up the pace, I push her closer to the edge. I don’t even care that my jaw is cramping or that my cock has slipped out of her mouth and she’s only absentmindedly kissing and licking the tip between shaking gasps. I’m out to fucking win this.
She tenses up, digging her nails into my thighs. On another beautiful moan, her release floods from her cunt, soaking my face.
With a groan, I lap up every drop. Or at least, I try to, before she wiggles away.
“Sorry!” she squeaks. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to— Oh God!”
“Uh-uh.” I haul her back by the hips, sinking my tongue back into her wet slit. “Don’t you fucking dare.” I swipe my tongue, pressing my face into her, slipping against her, coating myself in her release. “This is all mine.”
Her nervous little sounds quickly melt into throatier cries, and another pulse drenches me, the tension in her finally yielding. Her lips close over my aching dick again and glide down—deep down—until I bump up against resistance. She’s silent but keeps pushing. Then I feel something give.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Gripping my hips, she hauls me even closer, opening her tight throat for more, and I nearly blow right then and there.
It’s only when her stomach hollows in sudden tension that I tear myself away and pull her off.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
She sucks in a huge gulp of air before exhaling a laugh. “Yes.”
“Please… Don’t hurt yourself for me.” Untangling our limbs, I sit up and tug her closer, needing to check in face-to-face. “Hey…” I cradle her cheek, searching her eyes. “I don’t want you to do that just for my sake.”
“I’m okay,” she reassures me. “Did it feel good though?”
“So fucking good. C’mere.” I pull her into a kiss, mumbling against her swollen lips. “You did so fucking good. But I don’t like the idea of hurting you.”
“You didn’t,” she reassures me, taking my face in both hands. “I’m fine. Promise. I wanted to try that too, remember?”
Right. Another one to cross off her list.
She slips her fingers over my wet stubble. “Sorry about— Are you okay? I didn’t think I’d lose control like that while you were… down there.”
“Baby, okay doesn’t even touch how good I am.” I lean in to kiss her again. “’Cause you squirting on my face was the sexiest fucking thing.”
Her face pinches up. “You sure?”
“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” I reassure her. “You leveled the fuck up.”
She laughs.