“No?” Bancroft runs his palms heavily down the outside of my thighs. “You don’t know?”
I give my head another shake. “Why don’t you tell me?”
The grin that curves the right side of his mouth makes me squeeze my legs together. It distracts Bancroft, drawing his gaze down—to the part of my body that will happily take his attention.
He rubs his nose over my pelvis, the softest brush. His eyes lift to mine again. “I’m going to tongue fuck your pretty pussy until you come all over my face.” He pauses for a second. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, please.”
“So fucking polite.” He hooks a thumb behind the back of my leg and lifts it, resting it over his shoulder. And then he starts licking. There is nothing soft and sweet about the way Bancroft eats me. Each stroke is fast and aggressive, and—oh God—is he growling? Oh, yeah, that’s definitely a growl. If this is what foreplay is like with him, I can’t wait to get to the sex part.
I grab onto his hair, because it seems like a good place to hold. Even with the way he has me spread open for him and pinned against the wall, I need a solid anchor. My dancer background gives me better balance than most, but it’s a lot to ask for me to stay upright like this while he tongue fucks an orgasm out of me, especially since my knees are already watery from the first one.
They start to buckle, which isn’t much of a surprise with the way he’s hoovering my clit. I make a bunch of random noises with his name thrown in there on a groan. And then I’m coming. Again. It’s a knock-me-out, steal-my-soul kind of orgasm.
When the white lights of heaven fade out and I can breathe and see again, I realize I’m on the floor, staring up at the hall light—which is blinding me.
And Bancroft is still going. He’s a pussy-licking machine. It sends me into overdrive. I can’t stop the sensations from overriding every logical thought. Not that there were many left anyway. I think I’m in love with this man’s tongue. If he’s as talented with his cock as he is with this part of his body, I may actually start a new religion. The Church of Bane Cock.
I laugh, slightly deliriously, and then gasp as the graze of teeth sends me tumbling over the edge with orgasm number three. I didn’t even know it was possible to have this many consecutively.
My eyes roll up and my vision disappears into a haze of black and white and stars as I arch, pushing myself against his mouth. When I finally regain some muscle control I crack a lid and realize I’m in the middle of a doorway. Craning my neck, I discover I’m looking at the legs of Bancroft’s bed. There are a few items of clothing under it. One of them might be a pair of my underpants. Or some socks. His cleaner obviously doesn’t do the best job.
The rough scrape of his stubble against my clit draws my attention back to Bancroft. His hair is a mess. Because my hands have been in it. His lips are swollen, because he’s been sucking on my clit. We’ve managed to make it from one end of the hall to the other, our end point rather convenient; it’s like a round of curling cunnilingus.
His grin is full of dirty promises. “At least we made it to the bedroom.”
He gets up on his hands and knees, slides one arm under my back and lifts me off the floor. In two fluid steps he crosses to the bed and tosses me on the mattress. I bounce once before he’s on top of me, settling between my thighs, which have parted for him like magic. His mouth is on mine again as he swivels his hips. Oh God. I can feel him right there, rubbing on me. This is going to be the best sex of my life. I can tell already. The presex orgasms are a fairly good indicator of that.
He breaks the kiss, his lips moving down my neck, teeth nipping, tongue sweeping. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he murmurs in my ear.
“I should suck you first, don’t you think?” I suggest.
He stops with the kissing and lifts his head so he can meet my gaze. My cheeks are probably pink.
“Say that again.”
I want to say no, but with the way he’s looking at me, it’s difficult not to follow through. “I should suck you.” I draw out the word suck, making it sound liquid.
His grin is just as lascivious as my words. “With that pretty, naughty mouth?” He sweeps his thumb along my bottom lip before he slips it just inside.
So of course I suck, because clearly that’s what he wants me to do. And it mimics what I’m about to do. I get to see his cock again. Up close and personal this time. I’m pretty damn excited about that.
I give him a little bite.
His expression goes dark. “I hope you’re not planning on doing that when it’s my cock in that sweet mouth.”
I swirl my tongue around the tip of his thumb. “Pretty sure I’m going to have to unhinge my jaw to get my lips around that beast.”
His grin is almost a smirk. “You don’t think you can handle it?”
“Let’s bring it up here and see if it fits.”
Bancroft pushes up on his arms, his smile deliciously dark. I raise a brow and lick my lips.
He mutters something unintelligible and shoves his pants over his hips, kicking them off.
I glance down at his body and notice he’s still wearing his socks. They’re black and pulled halfway up his shins. “You need to take those off first.”
“What?”
“Your socks. They need to go.”
He gives me a look. “You’ve already had three orgasms and you’re worried about my socks?”
He tries to straddle me, but I put a hand up to stop him. “I’m not putting your cock in my mouth until those socks come off. I’ll do it myself if it’s too difficult for you.”
Before I have a chance to react he flips me over onto my stomach and gives my ass a slap. “I’ve been waiting for a reason to do that.”
I cry out, but it’s not in pain, it’s surprise. And then I feel the sting of his teeth on the opposite cheek before I’m flipped over again. “And that, as well.”
He straddles me so his knees are on either side of my chest. I chance a peek down, the socks have disappeared. I grin and then check Bancroft out. Now, I’ve never given a blow job like this, but I’m thinking if it works, it’ll be pretty damn hot.
He’s hovering over me. His cock fisted in his hand. Sweet lord. This man makes me want to give the most amazing blow job of my life. Now here’s the problem: Bancroft is very well endowed. I’m kind of serious about having to unhinge my jaw. So this angle might actually be preferable because I don’t think it allows for deeper penetration. But I’m just guessing. Fingers crossed I’m right about this.
He angles his erection down, so that the tip is close to my chin. Flecks of glitter decorate the head. Which isn’t a surprise. My glitter panties and bra leave a magical trail everywhere.
He keeps pushing down until the tip of his cock hits my bottom lip, as if he’s knocking on the door to my mouth, looking to get in there. Then he rubs it across like it’s lip gloss. Or dick gloss, as it were. I smile, but manage to suppress a giggle.
His expression is intense, his lips parting along with mine as he shifts his hips forward and the head slides inside. So far, so good.
He groans when I press my tongue forward to circle the tip. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve thought about this.”
I hum my acknowledgment. I can’t actually form words with his cock in my mouth, and while this certainly is something I’ve thought about, too, I have my doubts it’s to the same degree as he did. I definitely fantasized about the pussy eating, and the sex we’re going to have as soon as I’m done sucking on his lollipop.