Page 37 of Wicked Games

“Okay.”

He crawls off the bed and tugs my shorts and panties down my legs and tosses them on the floor. Gripping my hips, he drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels. It’s still light in here, and I swallow. I groom, but I didn’t have this in mind when I showered. He spreads my legs and opens me, and he sucks in a breath. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

That’s all he says, or maybe that’s all I hear, because he places his mouth over my pussy and a static fills my ears. I moan and tilt my hips, increasing the pressure, but it’s not enough and I whimper. I need more. He already knows me so well, and he pushes two fingers inside me and licks at my clit, his tongue hot. He’s doing more than tasting, he’s feasting, and tears drip down my temples. My muscles quiver and fire burns in my belly. “I’m going to come, but I want you inside me.”

He lifts his head, and his lips are wet. “No. Come for me, just like this. We have all night.”

I can’t hold back, and when he adds a third finger, the slight pain tips me over. I cry out, raking my fingers through his hair and tugging him closer, and I ride out the orgasm, his teeth grazing my clit.

He doesn’t let up until I jerk away, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re delicious, and I think I could become very addicted.”

Weakly, I laugh. God, I needed this so much. “I don’t know how much more of that I can take.”

“We’ll go slow then. My turn?” he asks, standing.

I sit up and lick my lips. “I haven’t given a blowjob in years. A waste of sperm, you know.”

“He and I don’t share the same opinion. I’ve been dreaming about this since we met. Lean against the headboard.”

I do what he says, a pillow behind my back. “Since we met?”

He crawls onto the bed and stops on his knees in front of me. He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and he undoes the button and lowers the zipper. Pushing his boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock, he says, “Maybe not then. After I said those things to you. I knew we’d be good together and I didn’t think you’d forgive me. I really thought I fucked up.”

Moving closer, he strokes his cock. Pre-cum wets the tip.

“I can’t hold a grudge for very long,” I say, meeting his eyes.

“Good, but I learn from my mistakes and I’ll never test it again. Now, this is my fantasy, so I’m in control. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Don’t touch. If you need a break, lift your hand and I’ll stop.”

“Okay. I haven’t done this in a long time,” I say, reminding him again.

“I won’t hurt you.”

I believe him, and I wait for him to tell me what to do.

He doesn’t say anything, only reaches over my shoulder and grabs the headboard. With his other hand, he grips his cock and gently rubs the wet tip over my lips. I keep my hands down like he said, but I really want to feel his skin, skim my fingers through the hair around his balls. He moves back an inch and I lick my lips. His cum is salty and tangy, and though I’m a little nervous that I can’t make him feel as good as he made me, I part my lips wanting more.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. I trust you.”

He doesn’t respond, only nudges his cock between my lips. I lick the head like a lollipop, the tip of my tongue grazing the divot. Holding the base of his cock, he pushes into my mouth a little more. I realize that he’s going to do most of the work and the only thing that I need to do is apply pressure with my tongue and tighten my lips around his shaft.

Leaning in closer, he gently pumps, moving his hips. He pauses and grips my chin, making me look at him. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Stare into a man’s eyes while his cock is in my mouth.

“I’m going to come, but you can choose where. In your mouth or inside you. If I come in your mouth, you have to swallow it. All of it, Avery.”

I want to give him what he gave me, and I press my tongue against the side of his cock in response.

All he needs is one more glide between my lips, and his cock pulses, filling my mouth with hot, creamy cum. I swallow easily, letting it slide down my throat, and he groans watching me.

When he’s done, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and tugs me down so we’re lying on the bed. “Thanks. Just for a second I forgot everything.”

I brush my hand over his cheek. “I’m glad. I’ll always try to give you whatever you need.”