Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(151)

He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him. I gasped as he spread my legs and then pressed his mouth against my soaking, dripping * and began to suck my clit.

“Clutch,” I moaned. “Oh my god.”

He sucked and licked my clit like an animal, eating me ferociously. My whole body went stiff, and I sat back up on my hands, watching his rugged, handsome face licking my clit.

His other hand reached up toward my *, and he pressed a finger deep inside me, making me gasp with pleasure. He pushed it deeper and kept licking my clit, working me, sucking and eating me. He began to f*ck my * while he licked my clit, his hands and mouth so practiced, so strong.

I stared at him, shocked at the pleasure moving through me. I wanted him, wanted him so f*cking badly. His mouth was incredible as he worked me, eating my clit and sucking me while his fingers f*cked me.

I reached down and pulled his hair, moving his mouth back.

“Stop,” I gasped. “Stop. I’m going to come.”

“Good,” he growled. “That’s what I f*cking want.”

He grabbed my hands and pinned them down at my sides as he pressed his mouth between my legs. He held me there, his mouth on my clit, hands holding me tight.

I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t move him even if I wanted to. I wanted to feel his cock, but I couldn’t stop this. He was determined to make me come, and if that was what he wanted, that was what he was going to get.

His tongue roamed my *, pushing deep inside me and then back up to my clit, working me, sucking and licking. I moaned and he held me there, his hands like two iron grips, keeping me from struggling away. I opened my legs wide for him as he ate me, working his tongue along me, sucking and licking, and pleasure rocketed through my body.

I began to work my hips in time to his mouth, rolling my hips against his face, his handsome face. He responded by eating me faster, his practiced mouth and tongue working my *, his hands holding mine down at my sides.

“Clutch,” I said, over and over. “Oh my god, Clutch. That feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t.”

I could feel it coming closer and closer, heavy and strong. He held me there and worked me, and I was totally powerless to what he wanted. My soaking * was his to control, and he worked me with his mouth.

I felt the orgasm tip and then push through me, rolling along me. I came hard on his mouth, and he held me there, never letting up. Even when I thought the orgasm was over, he kept working me, kept pushing me, and I felt myself come harder and deeper than I ever had before.

Finally, slowly, he began to finish, the orgasm passing through me. His hands released mine, and he pulled back from my dripping *, grinning at me.

I couldn’t help but smile back. Bliss was running through my mind.

“You’re delicious,” he said. “Fucking delicious.”

“Holy shit, Clutch,” I panted at him. “That was amazing.”

“Damn right it was, girl,” he said. “And just the start.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m not sure I can handle more.”

He got onto the bed next to me and took my hair in his hand, pressing his mouth against mine.

“You can’t, but I’ll teach you,” he said after kissing me hard.

I put my hand on his thigh but he stood up. “Another night,” he said.

I cocked my head at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Have to leave you wanting,” he said. “Can’t give you everything right away.”

I laughed. “So now you’re withholding?”

“Something like that.”

I pouted. “Fine. At least I got what I wanted.”

“Yeah, princess. So did I.”

He stared at me again, this strange look on his face, and then he left my room, shutting the door softly behind him.

Once he was gone, the full realization of what had just happened came to me. I was claimed by Jetter, a powerful man. What I just did with Clutch was serious, technically cheating, though I wasn’t really Jetter’s, not really. Still, if someone knew about what had happened, if someone found out, things could be incredibly bad for us.

As I lay there alone in my room in the half dark, thinking about what had happened, Clutch felt almost like a ghost.

He had shown up when I wanted him the most and given me exactly what I wanted. And once he was gone, it was like he had disappeared. But my desire for him hadn’t gone away, not at all.

Though my rational mind was back and somewhat in control.

I got dressed and got under my covers. I couldn’t go out and face him, not yet. I knew that if I did, I might say something I’d regret, like tell him how badly I wanted him to f*ck me until I couldn’t think anything again.

This was the absolute worst possible time for this to happen. Now all I could think about was how incredible he was with his mouth, and how amazing it would be to let him sink his big cock deep between my legs.

I shook my head, clenching my jaw.

This was exactly what I needed to avoid, and yet I couldn’t stop myself. I knew what I was doing when I’d started touching myself earlier. I knew he was right in the other room.

I had wanted that. I still wanted that.

I was going to have to get used to wanting, though, because I was claimed, and my options were getting more and more limited every day.