Bleeding Love

“Now. Now you get my mouth.”

Oh, God. The rush of arousal overpowering my already overloaded system.

His hands reach out and I jump when he palms the skin right above my knees, earning me a smirk. He takes his time, killing me with the slowness that his hands take as they travel up my thighs. Right when he reaches the top, his thumbs brush against the crotch of my shorts and I almost come unglued, my hips jolting off the bed. He moves quickly then, moving his hands to my hips and pressing me back down before curling his fingers into my skin.

“The smell of you, God damn. I thought I was starving for you before. I’m going to eat you until you can’t breathe, Megan. Fucking drown in you.”

“Oh, God.”

“Hold on, darlin’,” he tells me and then my shorts and panties are flying over his shoulder, his hands back at my hips and he pulls me against his mouth—hard.

My head falls back and I lose the strength to hold my body up. When my back falls to the mattress, his hold gets tighter until I’m being pulled to the very edge, with my ass hanging half off. One of his strong hands leaving my hips and curls under my leg to throw it over his shoulder, fitting his mouth even tighter to my core.

When his tongue starts to twist and push against my clit, I cry out and he grabs my other leg to pull it over his other shoulder. Then in a move that would make a porn star proud, his mouth opens wide and his cheeks pull in as he sucks hard while his tongue drops down and pushes inside of me.

That’s all it takes for the burn to catch fire and sear through my body in an explosion that puts stars in my vision, and my breath to stall in my throat. My back arches and my fingers ache as I fist his sheets between them.

He hums his approval against me just when my climax starts to ebb and I jump right into a second spike of pleasure, screaming until my throat burns. His head twists and his stubble burns against the sensitive skin on my thighs. My hand moves from its hold on the sheets and I push my fingers through his thick hair and try to move his mouth from its delicious torture against my swollen skin.

He growls against me and shakes his head, making me whimper when I feel the movement shoot up my spine.

“Please,” I gasp.

He doesn’t move, only intensifies his movements.

True to his words, he doesn’t let up until I’ve come another time against his talented mouth and only when he’s licked every inch of my oversensitive skin, does he start to move up my body. Licking, sucking and biting his way as his hands pull the material of my shirt up. His hands wrap around my back and lift me slightly as he fingers the clasp on my bra. When it gives, he makes quick work of continuing his journey of hands and mouth until his teeth bite down on my right nipple.

The feeling of pleasurable pain makes me jolt and he gruffs out a laugh against my skin.

He takes his time rolling each of my nipples against his tongue. Nibbling softly and biting down hard as I arch and writhe under his touch.

“Thought about nothing but this for months, Megan. Since the last time I had your pussy choking my cock, this has been running through my mind. I wanted to take my time, go slow, make it good, but there will be nothing slow about this time, darlin’,” he says against my breast.

I say nothing, but squeak when his hands push under my pits and push me further back in his bed, allowing him the room to drop his knee between us.

“I need to fuck you, hard.”

“Please,” I answer.

“When you come, you scream my name. When you called me Lee, fuck baby, felt it squeeze my balls so tight I could have come in my pants. Dig those heels in my spine, your nails in my shoulder, and you. Call. Me. Lee.”

I gasp and try to nod. His eyes search mine for a beat and then he lifts, reaches over to the side of his bed and I watch as he rips a condom open and rolls the latex down his shaft.

When he’s done, his hands move until he’s holding me with his fingers wrapped around my neck and his thumbs resting against my throat.

“I didn’t want to give you an angry come, but it’s been building for months. Building so high until that’s all I can give you. Next time, you ride me until you take what you need. Put me in you, darlin’,” he grunts.

I reach with an unsteady hand, between our bodies, and take his cock in my hand, running my fingers over the condom-covered skin until he groans.

“Now,” he demands and I stop teasing and move the tip of him where my body is weeping to be filled.

“Fuck,” he grinds out, his eyes never leaving mine.

His hands tighten slightly, not in a painful way, but the pressure against my throat makes me whimper just the same. The feeling of him holding me there while his body is heavy against mine works to have me climbing the high as my orgasm threatens again. And as he fills me in a bruising thrust that has the sound of his balls hitting my wet skin echoing out around us, my mouth drops and I cry out.