Page 45 of Vicious Secrets
He’s never called me a pet name before. The surge of desire and fuzzy warmth sends me spiraling. I can’t take this. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
I whimper and press my legs back against his hands. He lowers my legs down to the bed but doesn’t loop his arms around them quick enough to stop me from throwing them over his shoulders and pinning him. My ankles hook together as I squeeze my thighs around his head.
Siro plunges his tongue into me, fucking me with shallow strokes. My back arches off the bed. He growls and shoulders my legs apart as he yanks his head back, overpowering me with ease.
A chill chokes me as his actions sink through the haze in my brain. My upper body rockets upward, ignoring the complaints of my horny-taut abdominal muscles. I reach out for him and freeze with my hand halfway to his head. Siro stares at me, not once looking toward my hand.
“I’m sorry,” I force out, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.
His jaw slacks, eyes darting about my face. He rises up and clasps my hand, bringing it to his face to cup his wet cheek. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
The atmosphere in the room changes as we stare into each other’s eyes. Something sparks between us, and we both relax under the weight of the sudden connection.
Siro licks his lips. His shirt collar is noticeably damp, and his face glistens. “After a lifetime of inflicting and receiving pain, do you know how good it feels to give you pleasure? Let me finish.”
I bite my lip and flush. “Can I watch?”
Siro sucks in a deep breath. “Please?”
He sits back on his heels and holds my hips as I plant my feet on the bed to remain sitting up. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he lolls his head to rests its crown against my inner thigh, giving me a view of my swollen pussy. There’s more of my arousal on his face than there is on my skin. He presses two fingers into me, and we moan in unison.
I throw my head back and try to catch my breath before looking down again.
“You stretch so pretty for me,” he groans and dips down, using his tongue to trace my hole around his fingers. “Fuck, you’re dripping down my hand. This is how I want you every night from now on.”
His fingers pump in and out of me. Returning wetter with each stroke. Siro flicks my clit with his tongue in a steady rhythm. I can’t stop my hips from rocking to meet his thrusts and grind against his mouth. The pressure inside me on the cusp of bursting somehow keeps building. My brain wants to go over the edge, but my body wants to take every little thing Siro’s willing to give me.
Siro rotates his fingers and curls them to hit my g-spot. Black dots dance before my eyes as a full-body shudder racks me. Falling onto my back, a scream of frustration and pleasure steals my breath.
“Please, Siro! I’m so close! Please let me cum!” Every muscle in my body tenses from the energy thrumming through me. My clit throbs in time with the strokes of his tongue.
I swear I hear him chuckle. He’s lucky I’m not cruel enough to consider kicking him in the ribs.
Siro sucks harder on my clit and fucks me with his fingers like he’s angry. I don’t know how many strokes it takes to push me over the edge, but it can’t be more than five.
My orgasm hits like a freight train. Drawing out another scream that dies into a wailing mantra of his name and curses as I fade in and out of consciousness and lose tune with my own body.
My muscles flex and twitch like someone is testing my reflexes. I gag on my tongue and struggle to catch my breath. Parts of me are numb, and others are hyper aware of the threads of the bedding sticking to my sweaty skin.
“I don’t want to stop,” Siro says against my inner thigh. His fingers slowly pump in and out of me. “I don’t want to clean my face up or leave this room tonight.”
I lick my lips to spread moisture around so I can speak. The attempts to catch my breath dried my mouth to the point it hurt to part my lips.
“But it’s your turn.” I force myself up onto my elbows to look at him. His face is a disheveled mess.
Siro’s fingers pause. The bob of his throat as he harshly swallows is audible over my labored breaths. He sits back, removing his fingers. I take in the disaster that is his button-up. It’s soaked translucent from the neck to the breast bone. At some point, he ditched his suit coat and tie. A mix of pride and shame runs over me.
“Do you want me to lead?” I ask.
Siro
Myeyesflickupto Robyn’s sweaty, flushed face. Meeting her soft gaze unfreezes my limbs and my mind. “Yes.”
Rising up, I tug off my shirt and kick off my shoes. Robyn rolls onto her stomach, flashing her bare ass at me as she shuffles into the center of the bed.
“Where is the line?”
