Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

She needed this, he knew, but not nearly as much as she needed him to show her exactly how easy it was for her to relinquish that strong, embedded urge to dominate. McKenna liked to call the shots, he had learned that quickly. Although, she enjoyed giving herself over to him more than she was willing to admit.

When her mouth lowered to his, her tongue darting out to flick his lips, Tag growled, knowing she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, so he just pretended that it didn’t matter. It fucking mattered.

He wanted to crush her mouth to his, to feast from her lips until she was unable to breathe unless she was inhaling him into her lungs. His main goal was to infuse every cell in her body with his presence until they were still two bodies, but only one soul.

That’s what he wanted from McKenna. He wanted her heart, her body, and her soul. He wanted every single piece of her since she already owned every piece of him.

Although he had expressed exactly how he felt, Tag realized she was holding herself back. Even if momentarily, it wasn’t enough for him only to have her body. Granted, he knew he had hurt her, and she was probably only trying to protect herself, but he had never been the man to have only part of anything.

“Your pulse is racing,” she whispered as her wet tongue slid down his neck.

“That’s what you do to me,” he told her, relishing the feel of her warm breath and her soft tongue against his skin. “You make my body ache for you, to be inside of you...”

She lifted her head and gifted him with a small glimpse into her soul. “Every time I look at you, my pulse beats faster than before. It’s like I can’t get enough of you,” she said, and he knew what it cost her to admit it.

Tag could barely breathe as he waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, he said the only thing he could, “You’re mine, McKenna. You can do to me whatever you want just as long as you understand you will always be mine.”

For a second, he saw a sheen of tears in her eyes, but they were quickly gone when her mouth returned to his skin, her tongue tracing the artwork on his chest as she ventured lower. When she reached his nipple, Tag hissed as she circled it with her tongue, then used her sharp little teeth to nip the sensitive brown disc. He forced his eyes closed, letting the sensations consume him, allowing his mind to memorize every slight touch, every gentle lick, every stinging bite as McKenna continued to drive him wild.

When her warm breath teased his dick, Tag pressed his ass into the mattress to keep his hips from bucking off of the bed. There was no need for him to try and memorize what it felt like to have her mouth on his cock because that was one feeling his body would never forget.

His eyes flew open when the head of his dick slid into the hot recesses of her mouth, her hands not touching him in any way like they had before. She wasn’t stroking his shaft, or massaging his balls this time, leaving the only sensation that of her sweet fucking mouth as she assaulted him with the tenderest of touches. McKenna didn’t suck him into her mouth, she tormented him slowly, and he fought to keep his body rigid, not to press up into her, wanting to feel her lips wrapped around him, the head of his cock thrusting against the back of her throat as she sucked his release from him.

Being tied to the bed was the hardest damn thing for him to accept because Tag wanted to touch her, he wanted to control her movements, to flip her over and bury his tongue in her pussy while she writhed beneath him. Only McKenna had thought that one through because his arms were held firmly, his legs spread around her as she knelt between his thighs, his iron hard erection subjected to her wicked onslaught.

“McKenna.” He was warning her because quite frankly, Tag didn’t know how much more he could take, and she hadn’t even done anything more than torture him with her mouth. “Untie me, baby,” he said, the words sounding like the plea that they were.

Her eyes met his as he peered at her down the length of his body.

“Let me touch you,” he growled. “I need to touch you. Aw, fuck!”

His cock disappeared inside of her mouth fully, and the sweet suction she applied had his eyes damn near rolling back in his head. He didn’t want to think about where she might’ve learned to give the most explosive blow job ever, but he couldn’t help but be thankful for the skill she had acquired.

“Fuck, baby,” Tag groaned, “that’s it. Oh, God, McKenna. Suck me harder.” He could no longer control his body as he tried to thrust upward, wanting to go deeper into that soft, velvety warmth as her tongue curled around his shaft, her teeth purposely grazing the hypersensitive underside while the vibrations from her moans shot fire into his balls.