Page 39 of Body Check
He must sense my hesitation because his face softens, even though his tone does not. “Sit on my face, Bridgette. Get that beautiful ass up here and straddle me like I’m your fucking pony.Nope,” he says, cutting off my words before I even utter them. “I don’t want to hear shit about how you’re going to strangle me. Fucking bring it.”
“Okay, but—” I barely get two words out, but I’m resting my hand on my belly, so he must get the picture.
“But what?” he asks, talking over me and covering my hand with his own. “But when you put that pussy on my mouth, I’m going to feel every inch of you all around me? Yeah, you’re damn right I am. And I’ve been fantasizing about it for way longer than I should admit. Now, do you want to ride my face or not?”
Well, when he puts it like that, it’s hard to resist. “Okay, but squeeze my thigh or smack my ass or something if you need me to get up off of you, okay?”
The look he gives me is pure heat. “You can bet I’ll be squeezing your thighs and smacking your ass, but don’t you dare leave me until you come so hard the fucking walls start to shake.”
That’s an offer only a fool would refuse, and I’m no fool. But I am a flirt, at least for Dutton. I make a show of shimmying my ass as I crawl onto the bed and up his body. I hold his face in my hands while I kiss him soundly. And then I take my seat like the queen I know myself to be. Dutton isn’t patient. He isn't timid or hesitant. And he makes good on his promise to squeeze my thighs. He just might leave a mark, and that’s hotter than it probably should be. I’m so wet for him, so ready that there’s no need for warm-up or foreplay. This whole afternoon has been foreplay, honestly. We’ve both waited long enough, and like he said, there’s no time to waste because eventually, people will start to wonder where we are.
And I guess Dutton’s taking his own advice because he’s not wasting any time as he thrusts two fingers inside me and plunges into my center with his tongue. He’s relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm. Sex with Dutton Wagner is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My pleasure is at the center of everythingwe do. I’ve never had a partner who’s so attentive, and I can’t wait to shower him with the same kind of attention. Right now, though, I have a job to do, and it’s riding my boyfriend’s face like I’m seconds away from winning the triple crown. Every time he moans, it reverberates through my body, causing little shockwaves, which only makes me greedy for more.
The sensations are overwhelming, but in the best way possible, and when his hands reach up to grip my waist and pull me impossibly closer, I let go of any last inhibitions that are holding me back. My hands reach for the headboard as I give in to the orgasm that starts rolling through me. I do my best to stay quiet, but it’s nearly impossible as pleasure pulses through me. Through it all, Dutton doesn’t let up. He’s milking every ounce of pleasure out of my body. My orgasm feels endless, my body weightless.
When I can finally catch my breath, I lean back and look down at my boyfriend. His eyes are hazy with lust, and he’s smiling—actually smiling—like he’s the happiest man on earth. When I start to pull away, his hands cup my ass cheeks, holding me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks.
“There’s something I need to take care of,” I tell him.
With a sigh, he lets me go. Instead of hopping off the bed to tug on my clothes or duck into the bathroom, I crawl down the bed until I’m right where I want to be: between his legs. His cock is heavy and rigid, and when he realizes what I’m about to do, he curses. “Shit, Bridgette. I wasn’t kidding. I’m so damn turned on right now that you could give me a kiss on the cheek and I’d probably go off like a rocket. You taste so fucking good,” he says, reaching for me. I want to be wrapped up in his arms again, but what I want even more is to take him into my mouth. Part of it is that I want to make him feel as incredible as he made me feel, but there’s even more to it.
I feel powerful here, in this bed with Dutton. I know I’m beautiful and desirable. I know I’m playful and seductive. I know who I am and what I want.
Letting my hands trail over the muscular cords in his thighs, I settle into place between his legs. And then I look up at him. “I’ve never done this before, and I really, really want to. I’ve had other partners, but it was never anything like this. I never wanted a connection like this, but now I do.” His eyes shutter closed, and his cock pulses. “I want to taste you,” I tell him, seizing my opportunity. “I want to take you deep in my mouth and swallow you down.”
“Fuuuck,” he curses, sitting up just enough to thread his fingers through my hair and guide me toward his cock. I lick my lips in anticipation at the same time Dutton lifts his hip. My tongue caresses the tip of his erection, and instantly, I know I need more. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock I open my mouth and take him deeper. He’s not shy about guiding me, or about letting me know how good I’m making him feel, and that is such a turn on. I let my tongue play with the head of his cock while I stroke him, and then I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can. I’m just doing what feels good and natural, but when he bows off the bed and shouts a curse, I feel a special kind of thrill.
I can feel his hand at the back of my neck as he pumps his hips upward. I can feel his dick at the back of my throat, and when I hear him mutter a string of curses, I know he’s close. Relaxing my jaw as much as possible, I swallow down everything he gives me. His orgasm is powerful, and I feel that way, too, as I drink every last drop. I don’t even wipe my mouth before I crawl back up the bed to lie down next to him.
He turns to kiss me—and God, that’s hot—but instead we both freeze as we hear shouts from the stairs. One of the voices belongs to Blue, but I can’t quite make out the other one.
My first thought is that Bran’s about to storm through the door to find me naked in bed with a man he truly despises. Not one single part of that is good, so I admit to feeling a little relief when I hear the second voice and immediately recognize it as Liza’s.
Dutton and I are perfectly still and completely quiet as we eavesdrop on the argument.
“She’s not up there. What part of that don’t you understand?” Blue asks, clearly frustrated, but also clearly throwing his voice to give us a little warning. That guy really is a gem.
“Then where else is she?” Liza fires back. “I saw Bridgette walk inside, and she hasn’t left. What is going on?”
“You’re paranoid. You know that, right?” Blue asks, his voice deceptively calm. I can practically hear Liza growling from here.
“What I know,” she says, no doubt poking him in the chest with her pointer finger, “is that I’m trying to walk up a staircase and you are blocking my path.”
“Excuse me for trying to spare you. It fucking stinks up there, but if you want to breathe in toxic fumes, then I won’t stop you. But don’t come crying to me when your eyeballs start to sting. I was just up here about five minutes ago, and Wagner took a massive shit. It was nasty as hell. He said he feels kinda sick. It was probably that moldy cheese you served everybody. You might want to put a warning label on that crap next time.”
Dutton is rolling his eyes, and I’m stifling a laugh. We haven’t left the bed because that would make too much noise and give us away, especially since, according to Blue’s story, Dutton is alone up here and otherwise occupied.
“Ew. Do you have to be so graphic?” Liza asks. “All you needed to say was that Wagner’s in the bathroom. I didn't need a play-by-play of his gastrointestinal woes.”
“Well, they’re your fault, so I thought I should enlighten you,” Blue answers. “Besides, I told you a million times that Ihaven’t seen Bridgette. She probably took a walk with Maggie and the baby.”
Their voices trail off, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Dutton’s phone starts to buzz, and after checking it, he holds it up so we can both read it.
Blue: You owe me one. You’re obviously busy right now, but someday I will collect, so be ready.
Dutton: I’ve got a perfect way to repay you. Why don't you let my girlfriend give you a decent haircut? And while she’s at it, she can shave that damn caterpillar off your lip.
