Page 33 of Bound to Him
“Like this,” he whispered, tickling his fingers over my right asscheek. “I want to eat you out.”
“Wait. What?” I went to move, but he laid a hand on the base of my back, successfully making me freeze.
“Stay, little mouse.” He laid a kiss exactly where his hand had been, and I stilled. Even with the thin material between his lips and my ass, I could still feel the heat of his mouth. “You’re so delicious.”
I shivered and screwed my eyes shut as he dipped his fingers into the waistband of the panties, dragging them down over the mounds of my cheeks until the lingerie was scrunched up below my hole. I felt exposed, open for him, but even more so when he spread my cheeks.
“Fuck, you make me so hard. You’re so fuckin’ hot. Look at this hole.” A finger touched me, and I sucked in a deep breath. I’d daydreamed about my virginity being taken a million ways, from being fucked on a yacht to against the lockers of my old high school, but I’d never imagined a man being so invested in my hole. He was going to rim me, I knew it, and excitement seared me like a hot fire. Iwantedthis. I needed it.
He shifted, and I moaned in disappointment.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m just getting the lube.”
I hated how desperate I sounded, but I spread my legs as far as the panties would let me. I wanted him inside me. He slapped my right asscheek, and I fixated on the throbbing pain that resonated from where he’d hit.
“Focus on me. On what I’m about to do to you.” Then he was back, but it wasn’t his finger touching my hole, it was something wet.His tongue.
Oh fuck. I squeezed my eyes closed again and buried my head in the pillows. My belly was a pit of lava—melting until I felt like goo. My dick tried to jerk, but the underwear made it so I couldn’t. The sensations of his tongue against me were amazing, a full-blown magical experience that had me moaning. He dug into me, opening me up and pressing hot kisses over my hole like I was a five-star meal and he was starving. I was cross-eyed and he hadn’t even stuck his dick in me yet.
“Fuck, you respond so well.” He slapped my ass again, and when his tongue went in again, it was joined by a finger. His digit slid into me easily, as though my hole was prepared for him. The extra stretch felt strange but not uncomfortable, completely unlike earlier.
“More. Please.” I rocked back against him and reached down my body to rub my palm over my trapped cock. “I need it.”
“Do you?” The smugness in his voice should have annoyed me, but at the moment I didn’t care.
“Fuck off. Just do it.”
He laughed and added another finger. Taking the time to stretch me open, he tonguefucked me until I thought I would come like that. I was sure it was all over a few times, but he pulled back before my orgasm could happen. Intense pleasure knotted in the pit of my stomach and my balls tightened.
Fuck, I needed Alton and now. I didn’t have to be friendly to him later.
Alton pulled his fingers out and shifted, and something bigger nudged at my hole. It was obviously his dick. He didn’t warn me, instead just eased in. The pain was a small twinge at first, with the head stretching me apart and popping inside, but the more he pushed, the more I became aware of a burning sensation. Except... the feeling wasn’t horrible, no worse than the slaps he’d given me.
He didn’t ask me if I was okay, just took his time as he shoved inside me until he was balls deep. He grabbed my hips, fingernails digging into my skin, and the extra pain was... welcomed. Pleasure coiled in my groin and I groaned, rocking back against him.
“Fuck. Move.”
“Really?” He sounded pleased with himself.Asshole.I’d give him hell for it later. His laughter led into short, slow thrusts. His balls smacked against my skin with every jerk forward, and he hit something—my prostate, I wasn’t completely innocent—after the third thrust inside. Desire exploded, the yearning for something rough simmering low in my stomach and becoming a whole lot more. Ineededhim to hit that spot hard.
“Move. If I wanted sex with a granddad, I would have found one,” I snapped, rubbing my palm harder against my lace-covered dick.
His wicked laughter had my chest squeezing. “You asked for it. Hold on, little mouse. You’re about to go for a wild ride.”
I clenched the pillow in my free hand and closed my eyes. I was ready.
10
ALTON
Noah was breathtaking.My cock throbbed in the sweet heat of his body as I stared at the rounded, creamy asscheeks I was buried between. There was a dusting of fine hair on each fleshy mound, but nothing too visible, and I brushed my hands over the curve of his ass and gave it a squeeze. I shoved in as deeply as I could and sighed out at the thrum of pleasure that coiled into a tight knot in my belly. His body fluttered around mine when I slid my fingers down to tease at his bunched-up panties. Reaching down farther, my fingertips brushed his between his legs where he was playing with his cock. I cradled his balls and thrust hard.
He gasped like he’d been caught doing something wrong and jerked his hand away, and I laughed. The smooth muscles of his back straightened and he turned to shoot a scared glance over his shoulder.
“Don’t stop touching yourself. I want you to feel good with me. Do you know why?”
“No. Tell me,” he murmured, his tone saltier than I wanted to hear in my bed, especially when I had him dicked down—but I felt good enough to let it go. I pulled back until I was almost out of him and the rim of his hole massaged my cockhead just right to send sparks through my stomach, then pounded back in deep, earning myself a whimper.
“Because you’re my husband. You shouldlovemy cock. It should be the only one on your mind.”
