“Claim you in the one place I haven’t yet.” He lifts away from my neck so he can kiss me, his tongue doing a thorough search of my mouth and leaving me a gasping mess when he finishes. “Or does the thought of me taking your ass scare you?”
My pussy clenches with need. He can have me any way he wants me. “I want it.”
He grins, looking pleased. “Oh, you’re going to get it.”
As usual, his words are a threat. A promise. I sigh when he kisses me again. His lips are languid. As if we have all the time in the world. I drown in his taste. In the way he has me pinned to the seat, my thighs spread and his hips nestle between them. He shifts down, his knees falling to the floorboard with a soft thump; his hands move down my sides, slowly shoving my dress up, up.
Exposing me completely.
“Sit up,” he commands and I shift my body so I’m half-propped up against the seat, my entire lower body completely exposed. He never takes his gaze from mine as he lowers his face to my pussy, his tongue darting out for a lick.
I feel that flick of his tongue all the way down to my soul.
My thighs tremble, my ass is perched on the edge of the seat as he thoroughly destroys me with his tongue. He licks and searches. Sucks my clit between his lips. Slides his finger inside me, thrusting in and out.
It feels so good. Too good.
He slips his hand beneath my ass, holding me to him. “Grind on me,” he says. “You know you want to.”
Oh fuck.
I do.
Bracing my feet on the floor, I tilt my hips and rub against his face shamelessly, the friction of the stubble on his chin driving me out of my mind with pleasure. He eats my pussy as if he’s ravenous. Like he can’t get enough of me and I spear my fingers into his hair, holding him to me.
Using him.
Getting off on his beautiful, exquisite face.
He removes his finger from my pussy, reaching behind me to tease at my asshole. He strokes me there, featherlight touches that have me moaning. Clenching. Releasing. He doesn’t let up. His mouth and his finger are tormenters, pushing me further. He presses harder, his touch persistent, his eyes on mine as he laps at me and when I feel his finger break past the barrier, my entire body begins to spasm.
I whisper his name, my breathing frantic, the orgasm washing over me in wave after wave. Such a cliché, but god I feel like I’ve been flung out to sea as the unbearable pleasure shimmers over me. Again and again. Until I’m desperately trying to push him away from me. It’s too intense.
Too much.
But he won’t let go. His mouth softens. Slows. His finger is still in my ass as he licks delicately at my sensitive flesh. Teases my clit. Circles it. Again and again as his finger pushes deeper, before it starts to move.
“Fuck,” I bite out as another, less intense but still overwhelming, orgasm pulses through me. I toss my head back, my entire body shaking as I ride it out against Whit’s face. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes when I finally slump onto the seat and he shifts away from me.
He watches me carefully, rubbing the inside of his arm against his mouth. “I could watch you do that all night.”
“I’d probably end up dead if you kept making me come like that,” I admit, my throat scratchy.
“No better way to go, am I right?” His devilish grin lights me up inside and I nod in agreement.
This is what he does to me, I realize as we pull through the ominous gates of the Lancaster estate. He renders me helpless. He leaves me spent. Tingling with the anticipation for what’s to come. I’m not scared at the possibility of him fucking me in the ass for the first time.
I’m more frightened of the day that comes when he’s no longer interested in me anymore.
“Are you being so sweet to me because you want anal?”
He chuckles, his chest rumbling against my back, and I can’t help but smile. “Maybe.”
We’re in his bathroom, sharing his giant soaking tub that’s filled nearly to the brim with hot water, thin tendrils of steam floating from the surface. There’s a fireplace nearby, the crackling sounds of the fire filling the quiet room. The only other sound is the lapping of the water against our skin when we move.
I could sit like this forever. Cradled in Whit’s arms, nestled against his body, the hot water surrounding us. I feel loved. Cherished. Even though I know it’s a crock and he doesn’t really feel that way about me.
It doesn’t matter. I can pretend. At least for one night.
“Would you ever let me touch you there?” I realize it’s a lot easier to ask him this question since we’re not facing each other.
“I don’t want you ramming a dildo in my ass, but I wouldn’t mind a finger. Just to try it out,” he says conversationally.
A giggle escapes me and he presses his hand against my mouth, silencing me. “I’m serious, Savage. No dildos.”
“I don’t even own a dildo,” I say, my voice muffled against his fingers.
He slips a finger inside my mouth and I flick my tongue against it. “Who needs a dildo when you have this?” He thrusts his hips against me, his erect cock nudging my backside.
Whit is playful tonight. Possessive. Almost…sweet? I don’t understand his mood. But I’m not fighting it either. I wish he could always be like this.
But then again, I’d miss the dirty, dark Whit if he never showed that side again. The menacing tone and cruel words. They arouse me too.
Everything he does arouses me.
I suck his finger like it’s his dick. Drawing it deeper into my mouth, circling my tongue around it before I suck on it hard. His other hand comes around me to grasp at my breast, his fingers toying with my nipple, his breaths accelerating.
“Do you really consider me your toy?” I ask once he pulls his finger from my mouth.
He’s quiet for a moment, as if he has to consider his words and how to use them. He could be cruel or he could be kind. Is that half the thrill, never knowing what I’m going to get from him?
Yes. I think it is.
“You’re more than that,” he finally says. Both of his hands are on my breasts now. Kneading them. Squeezing them, rubbing his fingertips over my nipples, featherlight. Making everything inside of me ache for more.
I close my eyes, relaxing against him. “And you don’t like to share?”
His hands stop moving. “I never share.”
The firm tone of his voice tells me there’s no arguing that point. As if I would.
“Not even with another boy?” I only ask to provoke him.
“Definitely not with another boy,” he says, resuming his exploration of my chest again.
“How about another girl?”
His hands pause. “You go that way?”
I shrug. “I’ve watched girl on girl porn. It’s a turn-on, I can admit that. A woman is more…delicate.”
“I can be delicate.”
I laugh. Loudly. “No, you cannot.”
“I wasn’t delicate earlier?” He pushes my wet hair away from my neck with his face to nuzzle me there. “In the car?”
“Delicate torture,” I whisper, tilting my head back as he kisses me there, just under my jaw. “You’re relentless.”
“You like it.”