“Just one taste,” she confirmed, her voice low and heady, much like mine. I leaned forward, not prepared for how fucking ravenous I felt.
Right before I took my first taste, she bent, trying to see me. I pressed on her stomach, immediately feeling a fucking shock to my skin at the contact. “Lay back or I’ll be done.”
It wasn’t meant to sound harsh but my control already waned as soon as she was involved. She groaned in disappointment and laid back.
Finally, I leaned forward, my mouth hovering over her sweet spot.
After all this time, I’d finally have her the way I wanted.
What were the fucking odds?
Chapter Thirty-Five
I Feel Like I’m Drowning – Two Feet
Andy
He hovered above me, not touching anywhere. The hot air of his mouth brushed against my skin, feather-soft and titillating. I wanted to thrust upward, force him to just have a taste. But this was his moment, his first one, I would give him the choice on how this would go. He needed to feel secure. Safe in what we were doing. Even if morality was as thick as the wetness between my thighs.
The loud sound of him inhaling had me squirming. He dipped so close, but still his skin didn’t connect with mine. There was something primal and sexy about it but also, it made me feel shame. I remember one of my past boyfriends hating giving head because he thought women’s vaginas weren’t sexy.
I’d felt insecure since then. And now, with him dragging his nose above the slit of me, I felt so fucking dirty in a good way.
“I’m going to lick your cunt, little demon.”
It wasn’t a warning as much as a promise. Without spreading me, he dove in. His tongue flattened against my clit, his warmth making me squeak.
I could feel the bite of metal and somehow, it made him hotter. “OMG, what is that?” He chuckled against my pussy, his mouth warm and insistent.
“You didn’t think I only had metal here, right?” he taunted. I knew he had to have more, but experiencing it and imagining it were two different experiences.
He flattened his tongue again and the soft barbells against my clit had me arching toward him, seeking any friction he’d allow. My back sprung upward as I moaned. It felt so good but different. A direct pressure against my swollen flesh.
“You taste like fucking bliss, little demon.”
My legs shook at that, stealing a whimper from me. He picked up the pace of his swipes. Instead of a flat tongue, he gave me a direct point right over my clit, making sure he didn’t miss the spot once. I felt so near orgasm at him barely flicking against me, it made me realize how I never felt this way with Brandon.
“One taste isn’t fucking enough, Andy. I don’t know how the fuck I’m walking away after this.”
“You won’t walk away,” I promised. “You’re mine and I’m yours.”
I felt those words inside me. So true. So sure.
“I can’t stop,” he reaffirmed. “Can’t fucking stop.” He pushed his hands against my inner thighs, his fingers sliding up to my pussy. He spread me wide and sucked me into his mouth. Then he ground into me, his teeth nipping. I couldn’t take the pressure, how it built, taking every ounce of strength to not scream.
His bandmates were so close to me, so near, and being loud felt wrong, like giving them a show they weren’t privy to.
“Don’t hold back, little demon. Show them how big of a whore you are for your nephew.” He said the words with heat and anger like he wanted the world to know he was mine but didn’t want to admit boundaries were crossed.
His hands held me open as his tongue flattened. Up, down, back up. My need and yearning didn’t prepare me for how fucking good it’d feel with his mouth on me and my body bare for him.
Sliding his fingers down the seam of me, he teased with feather-soft caresses before sinking a single digit in me. I bowed, unable to help the heady desire sluicing through me.
“More,” I begged, trying my hardest not to reach for him. He sucked my entire pussy into his mouth, grinding his teeth across my clit as he went.
“More what, little demon?” he asked, flicking his tongue against me. “Use your words.”
I moaned as he pressed inside me slowly, curving, making sure to press against my g-spot.
“Fingers, more... fingers,” I gasped as he added a second. He leaned down, his nose dragging up and down my pussy as he fucked me with his mouth.
“I want you to make my face a mess, Andy. I need you to come all over my face and be the dirty little whore I know you are.”
I whimpered at his words, squirming at the way he made eye contact with me as he licked my clit. He added a third finger, then spit loudly, watching me as he rubbed it into me.
“Bet you love my spit,” he said, his voice deeper, raspier. He spit again, wiping his mouth with his hand and then rubbing that on my lower stomach. “What a behaved little slut you’re being. No complaining, moaning, using your big words.”
His taunts had me pulsing, my clit throbbed with the need to release. “Please,” I tried again, wanting him to make me come.
“Oh, the way you beg,” he crooned, his mouth hovering over my pussy, waiting for something—I’m not sure what. “No one does this for me, little demon. No one has the control you have over me.”
I whimpered, both conflicted with wanting pleasure and pleased that I singlehandedly drove him to the edge.
His tongue slowly circled the hood of my clit, his mouth hot and breathy above it. He bit down gently, then sucked, bringing new sensations up and down my spine. My heartbeat picked up, letting me know I was so fucking close.
“Madden,” I cried, wanting release. Sweat covered my forehead, my body glistened with the dampness.
“Ask permission, little demon. Ask me to let you come. Beg for it.”
I groaned when he took his fingers out of me. His eyes wandered over my naked frame, slowly, dissecting me without words.
“Please let me come,” I whimpered, my body so wound tight my pussy ached for him to fill me. “Please, Madden.”
He smirked, then his fingers entered me again. Holding me open with one hand, he applied pressure to my clit and then teased it with his tongue once more.
Before I could come, he stopped—again—flipping me onto my stomach. I barely had enough time to catch my breath before he pulled my ass backward, hips high. My knees were pressed together, my face down in the mattress, and a groan left Madden from behind me.
“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, Andy,” he directed, the teasing caresses of his wet fingertips nearly sending me over the edge of crying. I wanted him inside me so badly.
“I want your cock, so much,” I hissed, feeling his palm gently tease my left cheek. “I want you to restrain me and use me how you want. Fuck me endlessly, come inside me, take me in any way that pleases you.”
The words left me in a rush, not leaving me time to be ashamed of my wants and desires. He hummed, the sound heady and pure gravel. “Who owns this cunt, little demon?” he commanded, before I could answer, he slapped my ass.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my body trembling.
“Fuck isn’t an answer,” he chastised, rubbing at my skin. “Who owns this cunt?”