Page 171 of Collide
He swipes his tongue over my backdoorin gentle strokes until I nearly shatter, the sensation sending ripples of electricity shooting through me. Every thought, every fear, everyalmostfrom downstairs wiped clean in a white-hot flood of sensation. This is something else.
I’m trembling, shaking with every kiss, every filthy, perfect move of his lips and mouth.
Alex grips my hips tighter, groaning into me like he can’t get enough, like he never wants to stop. And I hope he doesn’t.
My hips have a mind of their own, grinding into his face, taking his tongue deeper, harder against every point of pleasure he’s got unrestricted access to.
His dick pulses against my palm—insistent and still begging for my mouth.
I lean forward, swallowing his cock, and we lose ourselves in each other. I spit and slurp on his head, taking him into the back of my throat, stroking his shaft, the saltiness of his precum coating my tongue. His hips thrust, meeting my every move.
Together, we’re a tangled mess of limbs and mouths.
Alex’s tongue moves with purpose now—slow, deep strokes, pushing in and out before teasing my clit with the flat of his tongue. Then he slips his tongue in my ass again, leaving no part of me untouched, every tender spot claimed. My whole body quakes above him.
His fingers dig into my hips, squeezing my ass, spreading me wide. He holds me steady, dragging me down onto his mouth—unyielding—while I writhe, overwhelmed by the sheer force of it.
I whimper around his dick, trying to keep rhythm, trying to hold on, but the fabric of my being is being ripped apart at the seams, with every stroke of his tongue.
“You taste so good,” he groans against me, the words vibrating through my core. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever had.”
I moan helplessly, the sound vibrating down his shaft, making him buck up into my mouth.
“That’s it, Darling,” he murmurs, voice wrecked with need. “Use me. Fuck my mouth. Take what you need.”
His filthy words make my hips jerk against his face.
Alex groans in approval, tongue tapping harder against me, relentless now, chasing my release like it’s the only thing that matters.
I pant around him, my free hand clawing uselessly at the sheets, trying to anchor myself. I rock against him, grinding into him harder, the weight of me settling into him. He might suffocate. He might die like this. But in this moment, I don’t think he cares. Neither do I.
“Talk to me,” he rasps, voice ragged between licks. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”
I pull off him long enough to gasp, “So good, Alex—Fuck! It’s so much, you’re making me?—”
“Tell me what you want,” he growls, teeth grazing lightly over my pussy. “Tell me how bad you need me.”
His voice alone makes my pussy clench, wetter, needier, grinding down onto his mouth without thinking.
“I need you,” I cry out, frantic now, thighs shaking. “Please, Alex—Please don’t stop—I’m so close?—”
His fingers scrape against my skin, pushing me deeper into him. The sound of his muffled moans, the wet slide of my arousal—it’s all too much. It sends me over the edge.
With a strangled cry, hips bucking helplessly against his mouth, the orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, blinding and violent, as my wetness runs down my thighs.
I shudder, collapsing against him. My legs tremble so much, he has to hold me steady.
He keeps licking me through it—slow, savoring every twitch, every aftershock—until I’m whimpering from oversensitivity.
When I finally ease down, boneless, and wrecked, I take his throbbing cock back into my mouth, yearning to give him the same undoing.
He’s so hard now, leaking against my tongue, his hips jerking up without control.
“Fuck, Elena,” he groans, voice strangled, hands fisting the sheets beside him. “Just like that. Don’t stop. You’re perfect.”
I hollow my cheeks, sliding him deep, letting him feel all of it.
His groans grow louder, desperate, until with a choked gasp, he thrusts once, twice, and spills into my mouth, thick and hot.
