Giving in to the need to take control, to take what was mine, I made the kiss my own. Quickly, it became raw, primal, and hungry. Our psychic link made it all even more intense. I felt as her heartbeat sped up, felt as her thirst level increased, felt as arousal zoomed through her. I growled into her mouth, needing her more in that moment than I ever had before.
She cried out as I suddenly freed her mouth and bit down hard at the crook of her neck. Her hand held my head in place as I drank from her, drowning in the syrupy punch to her blood. I hadn’t had the chance to take all that much, however, because I was abruptly shoved onto the bed. And shoved hard so that I was lying on the bed with only the bottom half of my legs hanging off it. Not that I found that a problem.
Kneeling above me, she leaned over and brought her mouth down hard on mine as her hands took care of my zipper. “Stay.”
Like I was going to move when I knew what was coming. Anything she ever did to me felt amazing purely because it was her, but damn she was good at this.
Keeping her eyes locked with mine, she slid down the bed until her mouth was level with my cock − which, of course, was standing at attention, and had been all night. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched – totally entranced – as she ran her tongue from base to tip, licking up the drop of pre-come from the head. She retraced her path but didn’t stop at the base. Instead, her tongue continued downwards. Then she was licking and sucking on my balls, making me wait for what I wanted most…because she was a wicked minx like that.
Then she went back to licking my cock, swirling her tongue around the head and occasionally grazing it lightly with her teeth. Impatient, I bucked a little, hinting at her to stop teasing me. I thought she might ignore me since I always teased her, but apparently she was prepared to take pity on me. Tilting her head back, she sucked the surrounding energy into her mouth and exhaled a small flame of fire, heating her mouth the way I liked it. And then she swallowed half of me. Son of a bitch.
I knotted a hand in her hair. “Just like that, baby. God, I love your mouth.” Harder and harder she sucked, taking more and more of me. “That’s it, suck me deep.”
She ran her tongue along the underside each time, sometimes pausing to dance her tongue around me. It was almost frightening that she knew every little thing I liked, knew exactly what buttons to push and just where all those buttons were.
And now her mouth was fully impaled on my cock. Christ. The picture she made right there like that was too much. I was going to come and I knew it. Seemingly so did Sam, because she gently bit the head of my cock. The effect of her Sventé saliva combined with the hard suction of her mouth made me feel like my entire cock would explode. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, Sam.” Unable to help it, I started lifting my hips and fucking her mouth. Groaning, I came seconds later, loving that she swallowed every single drop.
Although it felt as though she’d wrung every bit of energy from me, I wasn’t about to lie back while I recovered. No, she deserved a reward for that.
(Sam)
I was kind of surprised to suddenly find myself on my back while Jared scooped my breasts out of my dress. But I wasn’t about to complain. A gasp flew out of me as he latched on to one of my nipples, sucking and tugging on it with his teeth. I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning as he pretty much tortured my breasts, constantly switching his mouth from one to the other.
I arched into his hand as it snaked down my stomach and reached to grab the end of my dress. Still focused on my nipples, he bunched the dress up around my upper thighs. Then he placed his hand on the inside of my knee and began skimming upwards. A millisecond later, he froze. Knowing why, I smiled. Almost instantly, he was standing upright, shoving the dress further up, and gazing down at the white stockings and suspenders. Seeing the scorching heat in his eyes, I was glad that Fletcher had talked me into wearing them.
“I have a dilemma,” he announced in a deep, throaty voice, swallowing hard.
Confused, I lifted a brow. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Well, I want that thong out of my way, but I don’t want to take off the suspenders.” He placed his hands on the inside of my thighs and skimmed his way along the silk until he found skin. He sighed. “There’s only one thing for it. I’m going to have to tear it off.”
Before I could protest, the thong was in two pieces on the carpet. And his tongue was flicking my clit. To tell the truth, I hated this as much as I loved it. The thing with Jared was that he was a bloody expert at teasing me until I couldn’t talk, and as much as all the sensations always felt amazing, I didn’t like to wait long to have him inside me. By the almost casual way he was toying with my clit, I suspected he’d be there for a while.
I was right. It could have been over an hour later that I was still writhing on the bed, practically shaking with the need to come, as his tongue licked and marked and fucked me. Oh that wasn’t all. He’d bit the inside of my thigh, electrocuted my g-spot, and occasionally fucked me with his fingers. But not once had he let me come, and now I needed more than his tongue and fingers. Several times I’d attempted to shove his head away, but each attempt had been unsuccessful − he’d known in advance that I’d struggle, and he’d prepared himself for it.
“Jared, I really can’t take anymore.” Not that I hadn’t already told him this. Multiple times, in fact.
“I like tasting you.”
I pulled hard on his hair, trying once again to dislodge him. No success. “I want to be fucked!”
“I know.”
A swirl of his tongue inside me made me gasp. That was it, I’d had enough. I literally pummelled his back with my fists. He actually laughed.
“You want to be fucked that bad, baby?”
“Yes.” That had come out sounding almost animalistic.
He forced a long-suffering sigh. “Oh all right.” The cheeky little shit.
Finding himself abruptly on his back on the bed with me kneeling above him, he double-blinked in surprise. A wide smile spread across his face, and he looked way too smug for my liking. When I curled my hand tight around his dick, that smug smile melted away and became a look of pure heat. He grunted as I pumped him, teasing him. But although it would be satisfying to put him through similar suffering, I needed to come too badly.
Positioning myself above his cock, I began to sink down on him. I moaned at the feeling of being stretched and filled, at the familiar burn. I could feel Jared’s tension, his need, his thirst, and how he was relishing every sensation as I continued to lower myself on him. When I’d finally taken every inch, I took a second to simply enjoy and revel in that full feeling.
Jared’s eyes were smouldering when they gazed up at me, but there was also something akin to awe there. I swivelled my hips, and he groaned through his teeth.
“Shit, baby.”
I did it again, and that seemed to have been too much for him. His hands landed on my hips, and then he was slamming me down on him while repeatedly bucking his hips, punching his cock in and out of me. I tried prying his hands away, wanting to ride him, but he shook his head.
“You wanted to be fucked, baby. Now you’re going to get fucked.”
And then I was on my back again. This time, my legs were hooked over his shoulders and his upper body was curled over mine as he ruthlessly rammed in and out of me. The position meant his thrusts were deliciously deep − which was what he wanted, I could sense. He wanted to be as deep inside me as he could possibly go, wanted to come deeper inside me than he ever had before.