When he licked me from entrance to clit, I had to bite my hand to keep quiet.
“Pull your dress down. I want to see your tits while I fuck you with my mouth.”
I slid the straps past my shoulders and pulled down on the dress and my strapless bra. My breasts were exposed, the tips hard enough to cut glass. He groaned and fastened his mouth to my clit. I dug my heels into his back as he licked and sucked at my folds, his tongue darting in wickedly to stroke my nub. It wasn’t long until I was grinding my hips on his face as he pressed my thighs against his ears. I was so close to the edge, but then he stopped.
He stood, and I wanted to scream from the frustration. But then his hands went to his belt, deftly unbuckling it and unzipping his pants. “I want you to come all over my cock, Caroline. I want you to say my name as I fuck you until you can’t take any more.” His voice was guttural sex.
I couldn’t pay attention to his words, because I couldn’t focus on anything except the stiff shaft he pulled from his pants. It was large, but not absurdly so. I wouldn’t have cared. All I knew was that I wanted it, would have done anything for it.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want it hard.” He stroked himself once as he stared at my pussy.
“I . . . I want you to fuck me hard.”
He put a knee on the bed and wrapped his arms around me to position me farther up. His shirt rubbed against my nipples, making them ache for his mouth. They didn’t have to wait long. He palmed one breast and sucked the nipple on the other as his tip rubbed against my clit. I ran my hands through his hair. It was even softer than I’d imagined.
He groaned against my stiff bud, his tongue flicking across it and his teeth grazing it. The sensations bloomed from my breasts and spread straight to my pussy, the desire intensifying with each touch of his cock, his mouth, his hands.
“Wash,” I gasped when he bit down even harder.
He came back to my mouth. “Fuck, yes. Say my name.” He licked my lips and bit the bottom one, his cock sliding lower against me to my core.
Reason came back to me for a split second. “Wait, are you—”
“Clean, totally clean.” He’d read my mind.
“Me, too, and I’m on birth control so you can . . .” I couldn’t say what I really wanted, how much of him I needed.
He smirked, the slight lift of his lips as roguish as it was hot. “You want me to come inside you, Caroline?” He ran his teeth along my neck, and I moaned as he bit down. “That makes two of us.”
I clawed at his back as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin of my throat and collarbone.
“I’m going to fuck you. Hard. I need you to tell me it’s okay. Tell me you want it.” His gaze bored into me as he rested his forehead against mine. The muscles in his back trembled, and I pulled his hair. His scent washed over me, and I wanted to remember it forever. Remember this—the way he looked at me, talked to me, commanded me.
“Tell me.” He gripped my hair and pulled before fastening his teeth to my neck again.
Yes, anything, yes. “Yes. I want it.”
He covered my mouth with his hand and sank inside me. I squealed against his palm at the flash of pain and the intense glow of pleasure. His cock was thick, stretching me as it slid against my wetness. He groaned into my throat. The pleasure quickly overtook anything else as he moved inside me, his hips starting a steady rhythm as he licked and sucked my neck. He slid his hand from my mouth and gripped my breast.
The bed shook from his impacts, but he kept our bodies close together. The sound of skin on skin didn’t carry. His strokes were hard and sure, hitting my clit on each jarring burst of aggression. I dug my nails into his back through his shirt and spread my legs as far as I could to get every bit of contact.
“Fuck,” he exhaled into my ear, then bit down on my earlobe.
“Wash.” I didn’t recognize the breathy, throaty voice even though it was mine.
“Tell me you want it harder.” He was a devil in my ear, promising me so much pleasure.
“Harder, Wash.”
He released my hair and shoved his arm between my back and the bed, wrapping his fingers around my shoulder. He leveraged my body so he could go even harder, pulling me down onto his cock with each intense thrust. I wrapped my legs around him as my body began to seize.
“No.” He slowed down.
I tried to move my hips up to him to keep the delicious contact.
“No, Caroline. You come only when I say you can.”
I dug my nails into his back and glared up at him.
“God, I need to rough-fuck you just to keep you in line, don’t I?” He slanted his mouth over mine, sinking his tongue inside at the same time he started pounding into me again.