Page 102 of Pack Frenzy
“Let me make you feel good,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my skin.
I nod, my throat too tight to speak, my fingers tangling in his hair as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs with agonizing slowness.
The first graze of his stubble against my inner thigh makes me gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Then his mouth is on me, his tongue flat and hot as he licks a slow stripe up my slit.
“Fuck—Eli,” I whimper, my grip on his hair tightening, but he doesn’t rush. He takes his time, kissing and nipping at my inner thighs, his breath ghosting over my aching clit until I’m trembling, my body strung tight.
When his mouth finally—fucking finally—finds my pussy, I cry out, my legs shaking.
He trails his hands up my body, pulling the cups down from my bra until my boobs pop out, and he gathers them in his fingers. Stroking them, pinching my nipples, and making mewls drag from deep inside me.
His tongue laps at me, slow and deliberate, and I’m fucking wrecked. He’s everywhere—licking, sucking, teasing—and I’m drowning in the wet heat of his mouth. My hands clutch his hair, pulling him closer, and he groans against me; the vibration rolls through me.
“Fuck—don’t stop,” I beg, my voice breaking.
He doesn’t. His tongue swirls around my entrance, teasing, before he sucks my clit between his lips. The pressure is perfect, relentless, and my hips buck against his face, my body throbbing with need.
Then he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I scream, my body shattering as I come.
Once my soul returns to my body, he stands slowly, his lips glistening with my juices, and I don’t give him a chance to recover. My fingers fumble with his belt, desperate to free him, and when I finally do, I gasp. His cock is thick and heavy, his veins pulsing under my touch, and I lick my lips, my mouth watering.
I mean, yeah, I touched him in the car, but it was dark, and I think he’s even harder now.
“Jess,” he groans, his head falling back as I sink to my knees, my tongue flicking out to taste him. Salt and musk explode on my taste buds, and I moan, taking him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth.
His hands grab my head, not guiding, just holding on as I hollow my cheeks, sucking him slow and deep.
“Fuck, your mouth—” His hips jerk, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I swallow around him, my nails digging into his thighs.
His cock throbs in my mouth, his body tensing as he tries to hold back. But I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to lose control, to give me everything he’s got.
His grip on my hair tightens, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I want to push him over the edge, to make him shatter like he did me. I graze my teeth lightly along his shaft, and his grip on my head tightens, his hips jerking forward.
Doubling my efforts, I bob my head faster, my hands working in tandem with my mouth.
“Jess, I’m close—” he warns, but I don’t pull back. I want this, want him. His hips start to move, fucking my mouth in earnest, and warmth floods my core, my body responding to his loss of control.
“If…If you keep doing…that, I’m going to come.”
I pull back with a wet pop, then drag my tongue slowly up his shaft, my eyes lock on his.
“Not yet.” I stand, pressing a kiss to his chest.
His heart hammers under my lips, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“I want you inside me.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands are on my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing. He lays me down on the bed, pulling my legs around him, the head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance.
Then he sinks his cock into me.
“Holy Christ, Eli.”
My walls stretch around him, the burn of it delicious, my breath catching as he fills me inch by inch.
“Fuck, you feel so amazing,” he says, as he pulls nearly all the way out of me, then pushes back in. His thumb brushes my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.
