Page 52 of Chasing the Flame
With one last glance, I lower my lips to hers, and when that first lick floods my mouth, so sweet and pure, I know I’m a ruined man.
Slowly, I devour her, flicking and teasing with every stroke of my tongue. The yelps and moans coming from her are intoxicating. She’s unraveling right before my eyes, and I can’t wait to for her to come completely undone.
Inserting a finger into her delicious heat, I stroke her inner walls, adding a second finger and curling my fingers wickedly as I continue to punish her clit with my tongue. She bucks, rocking her hips back and forth as she fucks my face.
I stop, removing my fingers and trail them up and down her thighs, leaving kisses in their place. She whimpers, arching her hips up toward me. I grin, and smack her clit. “Naughty, naughty. You’re getting greedy. Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you cum.” Averie gasps as I inch them higher and back across her belly. I leave a kiss for every stroke, nipping my way back up to her chest and neck.
Averie cries out when I bite down on her hard nipple, a groan escaping her clenched teeth as my tongue soothes the sting. “Jettson… please,” she whispers, and I cave.
Groaning, I slide back down her body, stopping just shy of her pretty pink pussy. “Good girl,” I coo, sliding a single lick up her wet cunt. She squirms, and I take both my hands, spreading her legs wide and push her hips back down. I lick her clit again, picking up the pace, and eat her pussy like a starving man.She’sthe flame I’ve been chasing. The flames fan higher, covering us both in an explosive ecstasy, and we’re fucking drowning in it.
Her walls clench, and I push harder, fucking her with each punishing stroke of my fingers. Her legs quake, and she’s screaming my name. When her orgasm floods me, soaking my beard and face, my dick strains painfully against my pants.
She’s so fucking gorgeous—goddamn made just for me.
Water from the downpour is sliding down her body, the cold droplets causing her skin to pebble. She’s spent, her sage eyes hazed and flashing with carnal passion.
My jeans and boxers are gone in a flash, my thick and long length springing free. Her eyes widen, taking me in from head to toe. I smirk, knowing just exactly what she’s thinking.
It won’t fit, it’s too big, goddamnit Jettson.
The last thought has me full-blown grinning, before the alpha inside me takes over. “Slide down the hood, turn around, bend over, and make sure your legs are spread wide. I wanna see that pretty little cunt before I destroy it.”
Her expression darkens, fire flashing in her eyes. She licks her lips, doing the exact opposite of what I asked and drops to her knees before me. “Not yet,” she says, stroking my dick with her hand. “I want to taste you.” She grins devilishly, and I suck in a sharp breath, groaning when her mouth wraps around my cock. Averie’s mouth is pure heaven, her hand pumping and stroking me as she flicks and sucks the head of my cock. My hands wrap in her hair, and she takes me deeper, nearly causing me to cum on the spot.
I pull out of her mouth, lifting her up off the ground, and onto the hood of my truck. I can’t wait anymore, I need her. Averie inhales sharply, her eyes wide. “Are you sure?” I ask, needing her confirmation before I take us all the way home.
“Jettson, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now—”
Her words die when I thrust inside her, turning into delicious moans that have me groaning in satisfaction. “I love you,” she says, breathy and seductive, nipping my lip bottom with her teeth.
“I burn for you,” I growl, thrusting harder and deeper, eliciting a deep moan from Averie. “I think I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Her hands trail up my back, caressing and holding me, tugging me tighter against her. Averie wraps her legs around my back, moving her hips in time with my thrusts. “Jettson, I need…”
She moans loudly, and I reach a hand down to her clit, circling her swollen bud of nerves with my thumb. “Cum,” I command, not stopping for a second. I don’t stop when her thighs shake, nor when her grip around my back tightens. No, I don’t stop until she’s screaming in ecstasy and calling my name.
I quicken my thrusts, moaning in satisfaction when she urges me to go harder, gripping my ass with her hands. She cries out, moaning and nips my ear. “Jettson,” she whispers, and it’s like a prayer against my skin. In two more strokes I’m cumming, pulling out and spraying my seed on her belly.
As if she couldn’t get anymore sexy, she swipes a finger in the cum and brings it to her lips, sucking hard. “Mhh, you taste exactly like I thought you would,” she whispers, her gaze heavy lidded and sated.
I chuckle, relishing in the look she’s giving me. “Let’s get you inside and cleaned up,” I murmur, lifting her off the hood of my truck and into my arms.
Averie nods, nestling her head against my chest, and I gently carry her toward the cabin.
Inside, the silence wraps around us like a spell—soft, golden, untouched. I nudge the door shut behind us, holding her a little tighter, our bodies still pressed together, wet and bare. The storm has dwindled to a hush against the windows, its fury spent.
I lower her onto the bed like I’m setting down something sacred. Her skin is still damp, her breath still catching in that quiet, tremblingway. Her hair spills over the pillow like firelight, her mossy eyes finding mine with a softness that undoes me.
Without a word, I trace her body with my hands, with my mouth—needing to memorize every inch of her.
Each kiss is a promise. Each touch a prayer. And in the hush between heartbeats, I lose myself in her all over again.
The evening bleeds into a night filled with ecstasy. Jettson worships my body, praising every single scar and every flaw. I’ve never been so sexually sated, or felt half the things I felt while fucking Jettson.
I didn’t know sex could be so good. I’m deliciously sore. So sore in fact, that I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk right tomorrow.
I’ve been enraptured with reclaiming my body, taking control and my power back. I know there will be bad days, but replacing those painful memories with ones that light me on fire is a good start. Jettson’s personality in the bedroom is honestly something to behold. I’ve never been treated with such respect, while simultaneously feeling desirable.
