Chapter 21 #3
“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a slut?” he mused with a delicious chuckle.
Why did the use of that word in his deep, smooth timber make the ache between my legs even stronger?
He rubbed the toy up and down my seam while the other remained steadfast and unwavering as it drew on my skin.
If he needed to hold me down, his shadows acted as an extra pair of hands.
Following each guided movement of the vibrator was a hot rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake me.
My bent legs quaked, and my lips parted on breathy moans.
I’d never felt so good. I’d never felt so alive.
“You feeling good?” he asked, looking down at my face instead of where he worked on my chest.
I barely managed to form a response around the ensuing high. “Yes.”
“Good. But we can’t have you finishing just yet,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I still have plenty of time left on this tattoo. You aren’t allowed to cum until I say you can.”
I could hardly hear him. The hot pressure between my thighs was ramping up, nearing that blinding and wonderful peak.
I blew out a hard breath and honed in on the feeling when, all of a sudden, he withdrew his hand from between my legs and took the toy with him.
Shocked and dismayed over the loss, I opened my mouth to protest. No sooner had my lips opened than he shoved both the soaked toy and his wet fingers around it into my mouth.
“Suck on them,” he demanded around a growl.
I closed my lips around the buzzing device and his fingers. I moaned softly, showering his long fingers in all of my attention. I dragged my tongue around them while simultaneously gathering the taste of myself.
“Fuck,” he groaned, watching me with lust and a tight jaw. “I’ve never been so jealous of a mouth before. How good does your pussy taste, Ghost?”
The question made a tremor shake my body.
Instead of answering, I lifted my head to suck all the way up his fingers and nearly to the end of the vibrating toy, practically choking on it all.
But I didn’t mind. A certain power overtook me.
A boldness engulfed my inactive sexual mind, and it urged me to explore what I hadn’t before.
Daringness called me to lean into the fantasies I’d harbored but never acted on out of fear and shame, because only with this man could I truly feel safe to do so.
Xander shuddered above me and practically moaned himself as I sucked and licked every finger in my mouth.
The tattoo became forgotten. He dropped the inking tool somewhere out of sight before shooting to his feet to tower above my sprawled body.
He quickly yanked his hand and the toy from my mouth with a wet pop before reaching both back between my legs.
With no threat of ruining the permanent inkwork now, I allowed myself to arch into his touch, groaning and basking in the lightning shock that followed.
The vibrator roamed right around the hungry pulsing, which had grown into a furious pounding.
Above me, Xander shoved his sweatpants down to free his leaking and hard cock. He grasped it with his free hand and began to pump it fast, all the while those dark eyes stayed locked on me beneath him.
I watched the glistening tip of his cock in anticipation of what I knew was coming while my own ecstasy rose swiftly and sharply.
Xander moved the vibrator in a series of quick circles right over my clit, and stars filled my vision.
I practically came off the table as pleasure rippled through my entire body.
Xander groaned, and with numerous jerks of his dick, cum splattered out to rain down on my face.
The sticky, hot substance clung to my glasses and crawled down my chin.
Without thinking, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip to gather the salty release, and the taste made another tremor shake me.
This was him. A part of Xander now danced along my tongue, and that nearly made me cum all over again.
He removed the toy and his hand from between my now clenched thighs. The device rolled off the table, and he braced his hands on either side of my face. He stared down at me and I up at him. I couldn’t see well past the cum on my glasses, but I didn’t care.
Without a word, he leaned down and hovered his mouth above mine. Inches separated them, and with that small space, he paused. I knew it wasn’t because of the cum still framing my mouth. He paused for me—to wait for permission to cross this line. But there was no need to ask. I’d always wanted this.
“Stupid demon,” I whispered before tilting my chin to brush my lips over his.
He sighed against my mouth, and I swore I felt him shiver before his tongue pried my lips open to deepen the upside down kiss.
A warm flutter broke free under my skin and came alive.
His lips, his tongue, his breath, brought me to life.
I melted into his caress, and for the first time in my life, I felt whole.
The heart that had long been dead inside my chest began to beat anew.