Page 74 of A Forbidden Arrangement
He drops both hands to the mat. Just like when we kissed, he’s waiting for me to decide what happens next.
This time though, there are no secrets left between us. No reason I shouldn’t lean into everything he’s offering.
The ache between my thighs grows, and my body shakes with the effort not to grind myself onto him. Why can’t he just flip me over and do what he wants? Why do I need to be the one who pushes us forward? But I know why. No matter what he says about me tempting him, he’s always going to give me this choice. How bad is it that I kinda don’t want him to?
My hands press on either side of his head as I lower myself until his hot breath warms my lips. The motion drags his cockagainst my clit, and a moan breaks free from me. I collapse, letting him take all of my weight.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Ride my cock; take what you need.” His voice vibrates through me, and something snaps.
I dig my fingers through his hair, forcing his head back and crashing my mouth against his. He groans, tongue filling my mouth as he bucks into me. His kiss turns desperate, bruising, as he grips the back of my neck and holds me firmly. Xander devours me, inhaling each of my moans as he grips my ass and uses it to rock me against his cock.
My brain short-circuits, and I drag myself along him, but it’s not enough.
“I…I need.”
“Tell me.”
“More.” It’s a whine mixed with a plea.
He doesn’t hesitate. He pries my sports bra off, easier than should be possible, then lifts me with one hand and strips me with the other. Once I’m naked, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and lowers me so that my knees replace where my hands were on either side of his head. I try to spring forward, but he holds me in place.
Hovering, I squirm helplessly. “I’m all sweaty.”
His tongue licks my clit in response.
My attempt to squirm away is met with a growl, as if I’m keeping what he wants from him. “Sit, Dahlia.”
“What?”
“I want to eat your pussy. You’re not going to keep it from me, are you?” The tip of his tongue grazes my clit again. “You remember how good I made you feel.”
Shit. I really, really do. I nod slowly.
“Then do as you’re told.” With that, he forces my hips down.
I cry out as his tongue sinks into me, thrusting in and out. If he’s grossed out, he’s definitely not showing it. If anything, he’s even more undone than the last time.
Heat licks up my spine, and my clit pulses, demanding pressure. I try to hold back to keep myself still, but he’s groaning as he fucks me with his tongue. I give in, leaning forward and pressing one hand on the floor above us. It gives me the perfect angle to grind into him, and he lays his tongue flat, obediently. I don’t think about anything except for the way it feels and chase the tension building inside me.
My head tilts back as I arch, offering him more. I’m close, so close, but it’s not enough. Both my hands press into the ground, and I use them to rock into him. With each stroke of his tongue, I feel myself climbing higher. The air grows thin around me, and my head buzzes.
“Please. Please.Please.”
He growls, then slides his fingers over my ass and sinks them into my core, filling me as I stretch around him. He drives them deeper each time I rock back. He presses hard against my inner walls, and I shatter, crying out his name and dropping to my forearms, trembling and unable to keep myself up.
I don’t move, too dazed to think as ripples of pleasure linger, even after my release. Xander strokes his tongue over my overly sensitive clit, and I roll off him onto the mat, pretending I didn’t just make that squeak noise.
For a long time, I just breathe. It feels like a crime that I waited so long to do this.
I turned back to Xander, blinking my eyes open. He’s already watching, looking smug.
“Wait, I can help you.”
“No need,” he says.
I bite my bottom lip as a faint flush pinkens Xander’s cheeks, gaze pointed down shyly.
His cock is held loose in his hand, cum streaks along his abdomen.
