Page 39 of Wish I Might
He thought he was dreaming at first.His dreams had always been vivid and hyper-realistic, so the wet heat and gentle suction engulfing first one testicle, then the other, didn’t penetrate his sleep.Neither did the throaty purr that hummed erotically along his nerves—it just blended into the dream, all lazy pleasure and erotic delight.
But when she sucked harder and scraped her teeth, ever so carefully, against the tender skin that tethered his balls to his body, his eyes shot open.
Her low laugh vibrated his nuts.“Finally.I was starting to feel irrelevant, here.”
He fought to swallow, blinked his eyes clear, and lifted his head.She was crouched between his spread thighs, her dark hair a tousled halo around her head.She wore an old T-shirt that had slipped down to expose one smooth shoulder and a wicked grin that he could only half see around the spear of his dick.
She angled her head to peer around it, her eyes dancing with a combination of laughter and lust that brought back a thousand memories.“Were you dreaming?”
“I thought I was,” he managed through the thickness in his throat.God, she was magnificent, bold and bright and everything he’d ever wanted.“Why are you sucking my balls?”
“Because I like it.”Holding his gaze, she dipped her head to wiggle her tongue between them in a teasing lick.“And because it’s my turn.”
He struggled to think.Difficult, since there was no blood left in his brain.“Your turn for what?”
“To be in charge.”
“Oh.”Her teeth scraped against his sac again, and he gave up trying to think.“Okay.”
She laughed again, a sound of unabashed delight that was almost as arousing as her hot, wet mouth.“You always were a man of few words when your balls were in play.”
“Blagarharah,” he agreed.
“Is that code for ‘please keep sucking my balls, Bailey’?”she wondered.
He would have answered—hell, he would’ve begged—but she was already slurping and sucking and nibbling away, humming with a kind of sadistic glee that thrilled him to his core.She was feeling her power, reveling in it, and he wished he could see her eyes, just to watch her bask in the glory of it all.He almost pulled her up by the hair tangled around his dick to do just that.But that would snatch her power away, and he would’ve suffered the fires of hell before he did that.
Her mouth was hot and wet, her hands firm on his thighs.She’d curled her fingers so her nails, kept short and neat for her work, dug into his skin, and the faint bite was just one more sensation piled on top of so many.Memories flooded in, grabbing him by the balls just as much as she did, tangling remembered joy and stinging regret.Determined to focus on the joy, he shifted his thighs, spreading them wide so she had unfettered access, and the gesture of surrender brought another wicked laugh.
She burrowed under his balls to stroke her tongue over his taint.The firm touch had his eyes rolling back in his head and a ragged groan tearing from his throat, and his dick twitched so hard he nearly came.“You’re such a slut, Nash,” she said, delight making the words a song, and stroked again.
“Okay,” he agreed, more than willing to accept the title, and since he couldn’t spread his legs any wider, lifted them up and hooked his hands behind his knees to pull them back.
“And shameless,” she tsked, her obvious glee taking the bite out of the rebuke.“A shameless, wanton slut.”
“Uh-huh.Lick my ass.”
“No.”
He didn’t need to see her face to know she was sneering—it was clear as klaxons in her voice.“Why not?”
“Because,” she replied, and pressed her thumb against his asshole.
God, it felt good.Really good.Push-him-to-the-edge-of-orgasm good.But it wasn’t her tongue, and it wasn’t enough.“This is payback, isn’t it?
“What was your first clue?”
“Fuck.”
“Eventually.”She wiggled her thumb, working the tip—thank God she kept her nails short—into the puckered opening.“When I’m satisfied that you’ve been appropriately punished.”
He licked his lips.They’d gone bone dry.“What am I being punished for, exactly?”
“Oh, I think you know.”
“You came, didn’t you?”
“I did,” she agreed, and the sadistic glee was back in her voice.“Doesn’t let you off the hook.”
