Chapter 22 #2
I lifted her at the waist and sat her on the edge of the sink vanity, taking a second to appreciate the view of her naked for me.
Her breathing shallowed as I pressed myself between her spread thighs, and I grew distracted by the pulse at the base of her neck, a rapid tattoo that somehow matched my own, beat for beat.
“What about you?” Her words shuffled into a moan when I cupped her breast and ducked to kiss that delicious thud, as if I could taste her need vibrating beneath my tongue.
I wanted to lick and suck every goddamn inch of her.
“You want me naked too?”
Ellie nodded, then gasped when I pinched and squeezed her nipple until her back arched and her body begged, crying out for more.
“Jake,” she whined.
So I did it again.
And again…
Once I’d drawn out all the eager moans my dick could take, I ripped off my hoodie and directed her hands to my bare chest, letting her explore the way she desperately wanted.
The way I desperately wanted too.
In a mirror of last night, her touch was gentle at first, hesitant, but less like she didn’t know what to do and more like she didn’t know where to start. Her hungry gaze flitted to my face to check what I liked, but I liked everything and wasn’t afraid to show it.
I rocked closer, harder, closing my eyes in something akin to bliss when she kissed my chest and scraped her nails through the hair trawling my stomach, teasing enough to drive me fucking wild.
Enough is enough.
I grabbed her face and kissed her, groaning the second she melted in a move of absolute submission. I lost all concept of time with her soft body and tongue wrapped around mine, and simply baked in the frenzy of it all, the need to sink inside her again visceral and near overwhelming.
Eventually, something filtered through the fever between us, and we broke apart, panting, the small room filled with our stilted, breathy sounds.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror above the sink. Hair wild from Ellie’s fingers. Chest heaving. I looked feral, like I’d eat her alive, and fuck, I’d give it a real good try.
“Fucking hell, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m not—I’m not doing anything.”
Can’t she see I’m out of my ever-loving mind?
I sank to my knees, not wanting to think about anything but this. “It’s not quite sitting on my face, but it’ll do.”
Her laugh vanished the moment I pulled her legs over my shoulders and licked up the inside of her thigh.
She lurched in surprise.
“Easy now,” I murmured, relishing the sight of her splayed for me, all wet and swollen perfection.
“I can’t keep still. Not with you doing that.”
“I don’t want you to, but can you keep quiet for me?”
Ellie reached for the wall, steadying herself. “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try.”
One last wicked grin, I held her gaze, making sure she watched as I buried my mouth in her cunt. There was no time for teasing strokes and tentative licks, no softly slowly like the night before, only me eating her out like a starving man with his last meal.
Ellie moaned against her fist, then grabbed my hair when I lashed at her clit, yanking harder when I did it a second time.
“Fuck my mouth,” I demanded, spurred on by the pain, momentarily transfixed by the way her pussy fluttered at the brief absence of my tongue. “Fuck, that is so hot.”
“Oh my god, what—”
I’d never growled in my goddamn life, but I couldn’t help the sound, licking harder, working my whole fucking jaw until her hips rocked and I could barely breathe.
“Jake,” she whined, her body moving this way and that, like she didn’t know what to do with herself. “I’m going to—”
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” I circled her hard little clit with my thumb until she whimpered in sheer desperation.
“Please.”
“Tell me you’re gonna come,” I bit out, driven wild by the obscene, wet sound. “Tell me you’re gonna come all over my face, Ellie. I need to hear it.”
“Oh my god. I’m gonna come, okay? I’m gonna come all over your face.”
“You’re gonna soak me, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she whisper-shouted, writhing senselessly now. “Just—Lick me!”
“Fuck!” It was too much, too damn much hearing those words and the cadence of her pleasure-soaked moan, and all I could do was latch onto her clit and lick and suck like I’d die if I didn’t, like my whole world ended and began with the taste of her gorgeous pussy.
I worked her like this, hungry and desperate, down on my knees.
A wreck of a person now. Unhinged. It didn’t take long until Ellie climaxed, her toes curling against my back as her cunt spasmed beneath my tongue.
She didn’t make much of a sound, but her short, sharp pants aroused me like nothing else.
I eased up the pressure slowly, stroking through those sensitive aftershocks and lingering hip jerks, biting gently at her labia and smearing wet kisses to her inner thighs as she finally came back to herself.
“Jake,” she whispered, peering down at me with awe and more affection than I could take.
I cupped her pussy, harder than I probably should have given the state of her sensitivity. “This cunt tastes so good.”
“What—”
“Mummy!” The handle rattled, and four tiny fingers poked under the small gap at the bottom of the door. “Whatcha doing? I can’t find Jake. Can I have a drink?”
We laughed silently. My head dropped to Ellie’s thigh.
Still boneless, she stroked my hair, the side of my face, amusement brightening her voice when she said, “I’m coming, baby.”
“Some of us are,” I mumbled.
Ellie’s mouth quivered as she jumped down from the sink vanity, and snatched her clothes from the floor.
I frowned at the red mark blooming on her lower back, and shot to my feet. “What happened there? Did I hurt you?”
“What? No.” Ellie followed the reflection of my fingers as I traced the blemish across her skin. “It must’ve been the tap.”
“Shit. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise for that. I think I saw stars.”
My grin turned smug and satisfied, even though I was rock hard and desperate for relief. I’d be rubbing one out the second she closed the door, and I wasn’t even sorry about it.
Needs must.
“Damn, you’re good for my ego.” I smoothed out her hair, cupped her face, and drew her up for one more kiss.
“I think you’re good for mine too,” Ellie murmured against my mouth, and there was a second’s hesitation before she brushed the length of my cock straining the zipper of my jeans. “Rain-check until tonight?”
My smile rose slowly.
She had absolutely no idea what she’d unleashed.
“The second Noah falls asleep, you’re mine.”