Page 46 of Better Not Pout
My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve end thrumming with the burn of the flames licking my skin.
I’m the one who’s going to die if he doesn’t get inside me. I squeeze his cock, tightening my fingers around his thick girth, my clit pulsating with each stroke.
God, he’s huge.
I sweep the pad of my thumb along the slit of his cock, gathering the precum and spreading it all around the blunt head. He hisses when I brush the underside, trailing my finger along the sensitive ridge.
Later, I want to taste him, but right now, I’m too frantic, too desperate to have him fill me.
Letting go of his cock, I bring my fingers to the waistband of his briefs and try to pull them down, but the movement is sloppy with how fiercely he’s kissing me, sucking on my tongue. I can hardly even form a thought.
The fabric is still wet from the hot tub, and it’s sticking to his skin. I tear my mouth away, blowing out a frustrated huff that he chuckles at, and he makes quick work of the boxers and tosses them to the side.
Wells rises to his knees, fully naked, and holy shit… it makes my heart race in my chest so fast that it’s hard to even breathe.
He’s freaking gorgeous. Every inch of his body is hard, taut muscle that is cut with sharp ridges and rivets that I want to delve my tongue into.
There’s no doubt that this man has been a professional athlete for years because his body is a work of finely tuned art that he’s clearly poured years and years into cultivating. His chest is wide and broad, the muscles of his pecs as sharp and defined as the rows of tight abs that taper into sharp lines at his waist.
I press my legs together when I see the dark trail of hair leading down his stomach to his beautiful, thick cock. My heart is racing, and my pussy is throbbing, heat filling every one of my limbs, making everything feel heavy and achy.
“Jesus,” I breathe when he reaches for his cock, fisting it and giving it a languid pump, twisting his wrist along the head and groaning while his hooded gaze drags over me.
“I could come just like this,” he rasps as he fucks his hand. “All over you. My cum coating those tight nipples, your perfect stomach, and pretty pink little pussy.”
I exhale a trembling breath before raking my teeth over my bottom lip.
“Touch yourself.”
The low, hoarse command that has so little restraint within it makes me shiver, racking my body so violently I can feel my hands starting to tremble.
“I want you to watch while I fuck my fist,” he says. “Put your fingers on your clit, make it feel as good as I do with my tongue.”
Holding his steady gaze, I pull my lip between my teeth and slowly trail my hand down my body until I finally make it to my pussy. Wells looks down to where I’m spreading myself open,and his eyes flare with desire. “Good girl. Now, circle it slowly. Tease yourself.”
I do as I’m told and press the pads of my fingers to my clit and rub soft, slow circles. Lifting my other hand to my breast and tugging roughly at my nipples, I roll them between my fingertips until I’m arching off the floor, unable to stop the pleasure building inside me.
I can’t believe I’m even doing this. Something so erotic, so dirty, with Wells.
It’s one thing to make myself orgasm at home when I’m alone in the confines of my room, but to do it in front of him while he watches unabashedly and pleasures himself is another.
I feel bold, wanton, powerful, and the feelings are addictive. A high I want to chase.
My eyes drop shut, and I give in to the pleasure, rubbing my clit faster, listening to the sounds of his stuttering grunts, the way he praises me and tells me how sexy I look, how he’s losing his mind watching me do this to myself.
Suddenly, my eyes snap open when I feel his fingers pressing into the inside of my thighs to spread them open wider, and he replaces my fingers with his tongue, sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth so hard that my vision dances, black spots floating behind my lids when they pinch tightly shut.
I was already so close again, but now as he sucks roughly at my clit and slips two long, thick fingers inside me, my walls tighten around him.
“Wells…” I pant, reaching down to thread my fingers into his hair again. My hips lift of their own accord, a reflex to the pleasure pulsing through me, frantic to somehow get even closer to his wicked tongue.
The moment he curls his fingers inside of me, stroking the spot along my wall that has my toes curling against his muscled back, I fall over the edge, my orgasm barreling into me with somuch force that my entire body trembles. Heat floods my lower belly in torrents of pleasure, and I ride out each second of the slow, unhurried strokes of his fingers and his tongue flicking against my clit.
When it’s too much, he stops, pressing the sweetest, most tender kiss to the top of my pussy, and crawls over my sated body.
“You are fucking magnificent, baby. You taste so sweet, I can’t get enough,” he murmurs against my mouth, hovering over me. “I could spend the rest of my night between your thighs, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
I bite the corner of my lip to hide my grin. “Well, that wouldn’t work because then I wouldn’t get to have your huge cock filling me up.”
