Page 57 of Fly Boy
“You will if you want me to suck your dick,” I growl, my arousal intensifying.
He huffs a humorless laugh, rolling his hips so I can feel his hard length grind against me. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to wrap your pretty lips around my cock.”
I should call him an arrogant bastard, take over and tease him the way he’s expertly teasing me, but all thoughts vanish as he leaves hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on my skin. He doesn’t leave anywhere uncovered, whether by his hands or his mouth, until his fingers slip into the waistband of my leggings. I lift my hips, giving him the space to pull them down my legs, but he leaves my panties on. I release a whine, needing to get the wet material off, too, but he bats away my hands, his expression dangerous as he regards me.
“Leave them,” he demands, and I dig my head back into the mattress in frustration. I want to sob, my body trembling, desperate to be sated in a way only he knows how to do. My legsspread even wider, a futile attempt to cool my overheated flesh when Wyatt lowers between them, his face in line with my pussy, his breath whispering against my skin as he looks at me.
It’s torture. That’s what he’s doing, slowly breaking me until I beg him to fuck me like he wanted. I’ll do it. I’m not above it. I’d get onto my knees right now if I felt like my body would allow me to move and plead until my voice is hoarse.
I cry out as his tongue sweeps up the length of me, the heat of it burning my core, and I hate that my panties are still on, stopping me from feeling the full effect on my bare pussy. That is, until he pulls the cotton into his mouth and sucks, groaning as he tastes me.
“You’ve soaked through your panties,” he rasps. Lifting his head, he makes a show of licking his lips. It’s dirty and carnal and so fucking hot I can’t look away. “Were you thinking about my face between your legs? Eating you out until you come nice and hard?” I whimper, the memory of his stubble burning the inside of my thighs flooding my head. “Or was it my cock sinking inside you? Filling you up better than the pink dildo I bet you use when you’re thinking of me?”
“It’s purple,” I pant, my hips undulating at his words.
He hums in approval. “I wish I could see that, but I guess this will have to do…”
Finally, he drags my panties down, the cool air across my wetness making my skin prickle.
His name is a symphony falling from my lips as his tongue worships my pussy. It’s the only way to describe what he’s doing as he licks and sucks and fucks into me. I can’t keep my eyes open as pleasure overpowers me, stopping all signals to my brain as I justfeel.He’s a master manipulator of my body, skillfully controlling it to his every whim, and I’m powerless to stop him.
My thighs try to close around his head, and his hands come to the inside of my legs, pushing them back onto the bed. He stops his ministrations, nipping my abductor with his teeth and making me gasp.
“Don’t try to suffocate me while I’m enjoying myself,” he says, licking over the spot where his teeth were. “I can’t make you come if I can’t breathe.” He looks up from between my legs and my stomach flips as we make eye contact, full body tingles erupting just from his gaze alone. “And I won’t do that until I’ve tasted all of you.”
I barely get a chance to flush with embarrassment before he’s back on me, except this time, his hands are buried under my ass, lifting so that my hips hover off the bed. He sucks my clit, sending bolts of ecstasy through my body before he moves lower, then lower still. I tense, my muscles stiffening as he swipes his tongue across somewhere that’s always been off limits.
A sensation like no other that has me feeling weightless as I push into him, wanting more. His tongue probes and swirls over my asshole as sweat prickles down my temple. He’s opened up a craving I didn’t know I had, always feeling kind of reserved about downthere,but I’m mindless with arousal and lust and desire and…
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp as his finger joins in. Not quite breaking through the ring of muscle, but creating enough pressure that I detonate. I can’t catch my breath, writhing wantonly against his face in a way I should be embarrassed about. It keeps coming, stronger and harder, with no signs of slowing down. It’s intense, the orgasm different from all my others, a pleasure unlike I’ve ever felt as synapses and nerve endings that used to be asleep, spark and dance like wildfire.
He leans up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug look of satisfaction on his face. I pant in a daze, my chest glistening under the hotel room lights, and I have the strongurge to smack the switch by the side of the bed, plunging us into darkness. Climbing up my body, he licks up my neck and sucks my ear between his teeth before nipping sharply. Electricity shoots to my toes and I blink, feeling exposed as he stares at me, his expression intense and unwavering as he pushes down his pants, his hard cock springing free and resting against his lower stomach.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, his voice strained yet underlined with disappointment.
I lift a shaky hand and point to the bathroom. “Cabinet.” His eyes narrow. “All the athletes are given them. It’s sort of a running joke because everyone thinks we’re all horny as hell.”
As he shifts from the bed, my eyes track the muscles in his ass, the creamy skin that doesn’t have any ink, disappearing from sight. He comes back with the box of condoms in his hand and a triumphant grin on his face. Plucking one out, he rolls it down his shaft, slowly stroking himself as he stalks toward me.
Moving to the edge, I swing my legs over the side, ready to slide onto my knees, ready to let him use my mouth. But before they reach the carpet, his hands grab under my arms, spinning us around so he’s sitting on the mattress, feet planted on the floor, my legs either side of his, hovering above him.
“I thought you wanted me to suck your cock?” I ask breathily, a little disappointed.
He sticks his thumb in my mouth, swirling it over my tongue, his other hand fisting the base of his dick, running it teasingly through my center. “You will. But I’ve decided I need to feel that tight little cunt strangle me first.”
The ridge of his barbell brushes against my clit sending shock waves through me, and I wish I could feel what that’s like without protection.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, lifting his hips slightly, the tiny metal ball notching at my entrance. “Ride me, brat.”
I narrow my eyes. “I think you like it when I’m a br—”
He pulls me down, his cock filling me, my sentence dying on a quiet gasp as I stretch around him. I’m so full, his cock hitting places in me that make my eyes roll, as he bottoms out and I sit flush on his lap.
“Who knew all that I needed to do to shut that sassy mouth of yours was to fill you up with my dick?”
“Fuck you,” I moan as he rocks my hips, slowly at first, allowing me time to adjust. My forehead lands on his shoulder, my fingers biting into his upper arms as I let him control me, using his hold to guide me into a rhythm that quickly has me breathless. “Why do you feel so good?”
Being on top like this is different from the first time we fucked, but both are graceless and primal as he pushes up into me, each thrust met with a grind of my hips, back and forth, seeking out what gives me the most pleasure.
