Page 105 of Unlocked Dive
“First, I’m gonna toy with you until your deviant mouth can’t do anything but beg, and then I’m gonna use it on your ass.” He hovers over me, bracing himself on one arm as he flicks the dial, and the vibrator hums to life. “And then I’m gonna fuck you again with the real thing. Maybe I’ll make you take us both at once. How many times do you think I can make you come screaming before the neighbors complain?”
“Oh.” My hips cant of their own accord, my cock hungry for contact, but instead of crushing his body to mine the way I want him to, he leans in and drags Thor along my jaw. The hum sinksinto my teeth, saliva floods my tongue, and I arch my head back into the pillow with a gasp.
“We’re done with these games, Echo,” he says, dragging the vibrating tip down my neck and placing his lips against my ear. “No more fucking teasing me with Josha or Thor or Gale fucking Shepard. You want me unleashed? You want me feral and possessive?I’m right there.Every fucking minute of every fucking day.”
His teeth sink into the sensitive spot behind my ear as Thor brushes over my recently pierced and extremely sensitive nipple, and everything fucking short-circuits. An embarrassingly high-pitched whine escapes me, and my hands clutch at his biceps, carving half-moons into his impeccable skin. He rewards me with a far-too-brief but still highly effective grind of his cock against mine before sitting back on my thighs to consider his handiwork. “You don’t need to push anymore, baby. I’m ready totake.”
“Can you start by taking off my shorts? Please?” I add hastily when his eyes flash.
“Not yet.” He turns Thor over in his hands and thumbs the dial to the next setting. “Hands on the headboard.” His grin is wicked. “Let go, and I’ll stop.”
“I love you like this,” I confess. My heart is back in the 4-Runner, racing to the rhythm of memory. All these moments with him—each one a tipping point.How much deeper can we dive before we come full circle and start to fly?
“I know.”
“To be clear, I love you spread out and whimpering for me, too.”
Fuck me. I could drown in that smile.
“Next time.”
And I’m ready to soar.
I thought Thor and I had a pretty good rapport, but under Byrd’s merciless attention, I discover we’ve only been flirting at the edges of the possibilities. With devastating care, he rewrites the language of my body—delicate over my ribs, vicious along the V of my groin, fucking catastrophic on the sensitive hollow beneath the head of my cock.
My first orgasm paints my chest before he’s even bothered to remove my shorts, and his eyes gleam with satisfaction as he studies my writhing, wretched remains.
“Look at you,” he says. “Not so cocky now, I think.”
“Don’t say ‘cock’ unless you’re planning to give me yours.”
“That smart mouth.” He smears his thumb over my lower lip, and I chase it with my tongue. “What should I do with it?”
“Anything you want.”
How he could possibly look any more erotic, I can’t fathom, but his lids go heavy as he toys with my mouth, and when he sucks his own lip between his teeth, I almost sob with jealousy.
“So hungry.” He smirks, dripping with this new, alluring confidence. “Should I feed you my cock next?”
I can’t speak around his fingers, so I nod eagerly, swirling my tongue in encouragement and fighting the urge to peel my fingers from the headboard and reach for his hips.
Hooking my lower teeth, he pries my jaw open and uses his other hand to smear his cock through the cum on my chest.
Holyfilthyfuckinghell.
“Suck me clean,” he commands, bringing himself to my lips.
Yes. Sir.
The taste of him is rich with reunion, the clean musk of his skin mingling with the sweet salt of my cum. A satisfied hum ripples from my chest as he guides himself deeper, filling me at last.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you look gorgeous with that smart mouth gagging on my cock.” Lacing his fingers with mine, he anchors us both to the bed frame and starts to fuck with steady, plunging strokes. My insatiable cock fills again as I suck in air through my nose and flatten my tongue along the thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.
I want him frenzied, incautious, unfettered. I want my jaw to ache for days and my voice to burn tripping over the tracks of this claiming.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna come,” he warns, but he recognizes my unspoken urgency and lets himself go. “Gonna make you choke on it.” His fingers tangle in my strands, and he yanks me up until the short hairs of his groin tickle my lips. My throat spasms and he groans, punching savagely deeper to bury himself with short, punishing thrusts.
The world swims to a haze of textures—pain biting at my scalp and jaw, the heady scents of sex and sweat, the swell of his velvet crown filling my ravaged throat—and then the hot slide of his cum floods the back of my tongue.
