Page 9 of Just in Time
I bounced down on the bed moments later, but then, he was on top of me, crowding me down to the mattress as his lips found my neck. Teeth scraped against delicate skin and a cry choked off in my throat as his hands found mine, pressing them back against the mattress, he worked his way down, nipping at my collarbone.
Love bites were a perk of being with a wolf shifter. Something about animalistic urges and sexual urges fusing or something. Whatever it was, I loved it.
His teeth were sharp against my skin and the nips soon verged on painful, never quite tipping over into discomfort, though. Not the way Brody did it.
Every nibble was accompanied by a soothing stroke from his tongue. Kisses from his lips.
The sensations were keen and fleeting, but soon, they bled into one another. Before long I was a quivering, whimpering mess on the bed and he was rocking his hips against mine, the hard evidence of his own arousal prodding me in the belly.
I let my head fall back on the mattress and hung on for dear life.
Brody slid his hand beneath the waistband of my pants and twisted open the button, tugging the zipper down separately before yanking them from my hips. My shoes clattered to the floor as the fabric slid down my legs.
He tossed the garment across the room before seizing the waistband of my panties. The seams popped as they too cleared my hips, lingering in Brody’s hand for a moment before they sailed across the room.
He hooked his hands behind my knees, tugging me down the bed to the very edge.
I sat up, pulling off my shirt as he settled between my thighs. His body heat nearly seared my skin as he pushed my thighs further apart. My toes left the ground as he kept pressing, the stretch in my muscles nearly too much, but he was apparently studying my sex with utter awe and reverence, so I forgave the slight stretch of muscles.
Brody ran his hands back up my thighs, inching closer and closer to my center. When he finally reached it, he teasingly ran his thumbs up and down either side of my slit.
“Fuck…” I cursed, my toes curling as his thumb grazed over my slick folds, parting me to his gaze. The calloused edge of his thumb dragged deliciously over my clit as I keened loudly into the empty room.
“You look good enough to eat,” he murmured, a quirk of his eyebrow brought back that afternoon.
He didn’t give me a chance to reply, simply dragged his thumb over me again. I quivered, whimpering as he repeated the action. I could feel myself growing wetter with every deliberate swipe of his thumb.
“Brody…” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed as he kept up his exquisite torture.
He hummed, leaning closer to my body. “You smell sogood, Lil…”
His hum steadily lowered in pitch the closer he got, until he was rumbling as he nuzzled against me with the tip of his nose.
His tongue swiped out, flicking against my sensitive flesh, curling around my clit before sweeping down to my opening to fuck in and out of my hole. He hummed against me, the vibrations went straight to my core.
“You are good enough to eat…” he murmured softly, his tone lurid and dripping with sex.
My thighs began to shake as he gently flicked my clit back and forth with his tongue. I could almost see everything he was doing from this position.
And even as my thighs began to ache from being stretched so far, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him, because the way he made me feel was too good. So good.
“Fuck… Brody…” I gasped, my body clenching around nothing as he fluttered over my clit. Waves of hot pleasure crashed over me as he kept up his grueling pace until it was too much.
I reached down to tug on his hair, but he shook his head, grunting out a no. “One more,” he growled.
“Brody, I can’t…” I whined. It was too much.
“You can,” he countered, taking his tongue lower to flick over my inner lips. He covered me with broad swipes on either side of my clit, never directly over, because it was too sensitive.
I don’t know how he could do it, but he did.
He slurped softly, suckling on my labia and making me cry out his name.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, rising up on his knees as I fell back on the mattress. He kept up the grueling pace of slicking over my sex, everywhere except my clit. Soon, it was aching from being ignored.
Rocking up to meet him, I tried to coax him back to my clit. All I felt from him was a deep chuckle as he shook his head. Not yet.
Whining again, I reached for his hair, my hand tangling in the thick mess of it as he stopped licking me and took to scratching his beard over my inner thigh. He brought his hand up to my cunt, massaging me, but never brushing against the one place I most dearly wanted him to.
