Page 48 of Darcy
His hands drop back to my breasts. This time, he pinches both nipples roughly between his thumbs and forefingers. I tug on my bonds, stretching towards him as the sting travels straight down my spine and my pussy gushes in answer.
He releases the right, only to spank it lightly. I cry out at the sudden sting before he sucks it away with his mouth.
“These are the most perfect tits,” he swears, swirling his tongue around the bud. “I swear I’ve dreamed of the day I’d get to do this.” He sucks lightly, then releases my nipple to meet my eyes. “No dream of mine could ever live up to the reality of you.”
My cynical inner voice tries to pipe up, reminding me that he could say that to all the girls. But the honesty in his expression can’t be faked, and a little part of me melts in answer. The hurt that accompanied our initial meeting evaporates under his open admiration. The rasp of his stubble tickles my chest a second before he switches sides, breaking our stare to give my other breast the same rough, then soft, treatment.
I arch my hips, trying to hint at him that I want his touch lower, but he doesn’t stop. His grip on my breasts turns from supportive to massaging, and I let out a tortured moan. I can’t come like this, but my orgasm is still building, taunting me with what I could have if only he would show my pussy the same careful attention.
“If you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds,” I groan, “I’m breaking out of this and finishing myself off.”
He barks out a laugh, stretching up to claim my mouth. “So impatient.”
“You once promised to bury your head in my pussy and eat me out until I screamed,” I point out. “Or was that all words?”
Dodger moves back, and his hands slip down, abandoning my breasts for the waistband of my sleep shorts. It only takes a small tug and the shorts slip down my legs, leaving me nude beneath. Starting at the inner curve of my ankle, he kisses his way up one of my legs, lingering at the crease of my knee as he slowly but surely makes his way to the junction of my thighs.
Those wide inked shoulders shimmy into place, and he wraps his arms around my legs, keeping me spread wide as he settles between them. My core aches as I take in the sight of the bruised, tattooed man who’s eyeing my pussy like it holds the answer to world hunger.
“Soaked for me,” he growls. “Just like I knew you would be.”
He’s not wrong, and the sound of his voice coming from between my legs doesn’t help matters. My body knows this man, even if we’ve never been truly acquainted. I’ve been trained like Pavlov’s dog to expect pleasure when I hear him speak.
“Do you need food?” he asks, taking me off guard.
“No?”
“Water?”
I frown. “I’m good.”
“Just checking, because we’re not leaving this bed for a long time.”
We’re… not?
I don’t have a chance to answer because Dodger closes the gap between my soaked pussy andfeasts.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back as my hips buck futilely against his grip.
I’ve been eaten out before, but Dodger is doing it like he’ll die if he doesn’t. His licks are desperate, fervent and consuming as he tastes me with single-minded abandon. Each brush of his tongue against my clit sends fireworks sparking through my soul, and when he dips lower, thrusting inside, the heat in my abdomen roars, demanding release.
“Please,” I whimper. “Dodger, sir. I want to come.”
He feigns nonchalance, but he can’t hide the way his stare darkens at the address. “Should’ve thought about that before you sassed me.” His words send warm breaths over my already sensitive nub and I clench as I catch sight of his glistening chin. “Now, lie back. I’m not done.”
He dives back in, delivering a short suck to my clit that makes me jerk and cry out. The leather of his belt digs into my wrists, but I don’t care. The only thing I can focus on is the liquid arousal lighting up my body. Every lap of his tongue is torturous bliss, because it makes my core clench on nothing, bringing the aching, empty feeling to the forefront of my mind.
The pressure is building, climbing higher and higher until my peak is in sight. Every cell in my body tenses, then cries out in concert.
My orgasm wrecks me, but Dodger doesn’t let up until I’ve had two more. When he finally releases my thighs, there are hand prints on my hips where I’ve thrashed against his hold, and I’m panting.
“I want you,” I say, before he can start again. “Now.”
He grins, licks his lips, and then reaches over and opens the bedside drawer.
“Don’t tell me hotels give you guys complimentary condoms.”
He shrugs as he yanks down his shorts. “I’m not complaining.”
