Page 106 of The Shot You Missed
Taking him as deep as I can, I swirl my tongue around the length of him. Then I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and squeeze rhythmically while I lick and suck him. Salty musk overwhelms my senses, and though I’ve never been a huge fan of giving head, I lose myself in giving pleasure to Sebastian. Maybe I just wasn’t a fan of the men I tried this with before.
Because it’s always only been him.
“Oh, damn, baby.” Sebastian’s hold on my hair tightens. “I’m close. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
I disagree.
My body hums with arousal as I work him, licking and sucking, hollowing out my cheeks to take him over the edge. His grip changes, and instead of gently pushing me down his length, he tries to pull me off. I don’t let him.
“Indie. Please.”
My teeth graze the edge of his crown as I release him long enough to look him in the eyes and say, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
Sebastian groans like he’s in pain, his eyes falling shut as he bangs his head against the pillow. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I’ve been imagining this for ten years. Shut up and fuck my mouth.”
“You’re going to kill me.” His dick jumps in my hand as I run my thumb through a drop of pre-cum beading at his slit. “But what a way to go.”
Chuckling, I lick the length of him before taking him back into my mouth. The world blurs around the edges. Color drains from everything but him. Every moan, every shift of his hips spurs me on, and I let them guide me. I take him deeper, sucking him hard before easing off and running my tongue around his shaft.
When he seems like he’s getting close, I change it up, pulling him back from the edge just enough to prolong my fun. I can’t tell if he loves or hates me for it because his words are a garbled, incoherent mess.
I’m aching. My hips move instinctively, searching for friction. Giving head has never turned me on like this. But this is Sebastian. The boy I loved. The man I longed for. Everything is different with him.
“Stop, baby. Stop.” He tugs on my hair, and I look up to find him panting and glassy-eyed. “Turn around and straddle my face. I want to lick your pussy. Wanna make you come too.”
I’d been lost in his pleasure and my own, but his request sends a jolt of ice through my veins.
Seeing my hesitation, Sebastian growls low in his throat. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Now be a good girl and do as I say. Panties off, pussy over my face. Now.”
When I still hesitate, he sits up. “Do you really not want to?”
“What if I suffocate you?” I whisper.
A wicked smile curves Sebastian’s lips. “Then I’ll die a happy man.”
“Shut up,” I say, swatting his chest. Mine feels like it’s about to cave in.
“Indigo Rose Bloom, listen to me and listen good. I bench more than you weigh every single day. Multiple reps. I have pucks flying at my head at ninety miles an hour every game. You couldn’t suffocate me if you wanted to.” His smile grows even more wicked. “Only ifIwanted you to.”
“Oh my god.” My face burns, and I cover it with my hands.
“Now, it’s entirely up to you, but I would really like it if you would turn around and sit on my face while you finish sucking my dick.”
Closing my eyes, I suck in a deep breath and hold it for a count of ten, then I reach down and pull my panties off.
“That’s my Rosebud,” he says. His fingers dig into my hips as he urges me to move. Once again, the slight bite of pain gets me out of my head, and before I can overthink it, he’s dragging my core down to his mouth. “Fuck yes,” he groans against my wet pussy.
Then he devours me.
I get lost in the sensations for a minute as I stroke his length with my hand. Then I lower myself and take him in my mouth. Neither of us can speak, but the room fills with moans and groans, the wet slide of tongues, and slurping sounds so indecent, I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t climbing so quickly toward my release.
Every muscle in my body tightens, and my thighs shake. Little mewling cries drip from my lips, the way arousal drips down my inner thighs.
I vaguely register the sound of one of our phones buzzing on the nightstand, but it’s background noise. I’m too lost in Bash to care. Whatever it is, can wait.
“Oh, god, babe,” I moan around him. “So close.”
