Page 105 of Ride or Die

Looping one thigh over my shoulders, I grab her other calf and lift her foot up to rest on the counter, spreading her open as far as she’ll go. Meeting her heavy-lidded eyes, I grin, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking hard as I rotate my hand and fuck her with my fingers in long, deep strokes, rubbing her G-spot with every thrust.

Clara cries out, hips bucking as I bury my face into her pussy, ravaging her.

“Holy shit, Cole!” she chokes out. “Don’t… stop… please.”

I give her what I know she wants—what she needs—stroking her G-spot over and over while sucking on her clit.

“Oh god.” Clara gasps. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god—” Her breathless chants are cut off by her own scream as she detonates around my finger and holy shit, it’s the most beautiful fuckin’ sight I’ve ever seen.

Easing her through her orgasm, I slowly pull my fingers out of her, watching enamored as her release gushes out. Like a greedy bastard I lap up every drop I can, groaning at the taste and chuckling when she jolts at the feel of my tongue grazing her over-sensitive core.

My dick is rock hard to the point it actually fucking hurts, and I can’t help but wince as I make my way up to my feet, kissing my way up her limp, boneless, sated body.

“God, I needed that,” Clara murmurs against my lips.

“I know you did, baby,” I whisper, licking my tongue into her mouth and groaning when she surprises me by sucking on it. The way she’s transformed over the last few days, from the self-conscious and tentative shell of a woman, to this confident, sexy temptress, I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself.

“Shower with me?” I whisper against her ear.

She nods, and I unbuckle my belt, unfastening the buttons on my jeans before pushing them down and kicking them off with my boots.

Taking Clara’s hands, I help her off the counter, ready to catch her if her legs aren’t working just yet, but she manages, and we step into the shower together, the warm water hitting my back. But then she shocks me by dropping to her knees and lookin’ up at me with wide eyes that flicker with the combination of want, need, and uncertainty.

“What you doin’ baby?” I ask through gritted teeth when her hands snake up my thighs, inching closer to where I’m fuckin’ throbbing.

“I want—” She clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze zeroing in on my cock, cheeks flushing pink.

“Words, darlin,” I remind her, tracing her cheek with the pad of my thumb. If she wants it, I ain’t gonna deny her, but I need her to say the words, even if I might buckle at the sound.

Meeting my eyes, Clara wraps her hand around the base of my cock causing my thighs to tense, my body jolting at the feel. I swallow hard, gritting my teeth, staring at her expectantly.

“I want your… c-cock in my mouth,” she says finally, licking her lips. Fuck me, between her words and the way her tongue drags across that plump bottom lip collecting the water droplets, I’m already so damn close I should be ashamed of myself.

“Go on then,” I say, jutting my chin at her. “Help yourself, baby.”

Clara’s eyes drop from mine, focusing entirely on my dick. The way she looks at it, like she’s never seen anything quite like it before, I’d almost laugh if I wasn’t so fuckin’ turned on. I get it. A pierced dick is kinda weird, I guess. The ring on top, the six-rung ladder climbing all the way up the underside of my shaft. The first one—the ring—was a dare, when I was eighteen years old. Fuckin’ Dallas bet me I wouldn’t. I did, and he paid me fifty bucks. Then, I saw what a pierced cock could do, and just how much women loved it, so I went and got the barbells. One at a time because although I like to act tough, it hurt likea motherfucker. Worth every bite though, with the way Clara stares at my dick like she can’t get enough of it.

Sticking out her tongue, Clara licks up the underside, lashes fluttering every time she skates over one the barbells. When she swirls around the flared head, flicking over the ring, I suck in a breath through my clenched teeth, feeling my balls tighten.

She works her hand up and down my length, licking the tip like a lollipop and I swear it’s pure, agonizing torture; it takes all I have not to slam my fist through the tile. But I refuse to push her. This is new to her, and fuck it, I’ll take what I’m goddamn given, and I’ll love every fuckin’ second of it.

“Is this okay?” she asks, looking up at me.

“Tighten your grip,” I grit out.

She does as I say, looking at me for reassurance, but I don’t have the words. Hell, I don’t even think I have a voice. All I do is nod, squeezing my eyes shut while she jerks me off with the perfect amount of pressure.

When she tongues the head of my dick again, I blow out a harsh breath, steeling myself at the feel of the coil in the pit of my gut starting to clench tight.

“Wrap those pretty lips around me, darlin’,” I whisper, brushing my knuckles over the curve of her cheek.

Opening her mouth, Clara is tentative at first, eyes on me as she does as I say, closing her mouth around the broad head and holy shit, I see stars. Forced to plant a hand against the tile to keep me upright, I breathe in a fortifying breath, steadying myself and gently pushing her wet hair back from her face, watching her as she sucks me.

“Fuck, yes.” I groan, my head falling forward, chin to chest.

Clara takes me a little deeper, eyes remaining on mine as she does.

“Chrissake, baby,” I choke out. “That mouth was made for my cock.”