Reluctantly Yours(71)

“Are you sure I’m doing this right? I feel like my ass is on top of your mouth.”

“You’re doing it exactly right,” Barrett’s rumbles from beneath me, his hands gripping my ass now to hold me in place. “You’re fucking gorgeous sitting there. I can’t imagine a better view.”

“You’ll tell me if you can’t breathe?” I ask. “Wait, how are you going to tell me if you can’t breathe? If you can’t breathe you won’t be able to talk.”

Also, my quads are on fire. Barrett must realize this.

“Chloe, stop hovering.” He presses on the tops of my thighs. “Sit on my face and let me take care of you.”

He makes it sound so simple. So, I do what he says.

Any insecurity I had about this position is quickly erased with the first swirl of Barrett’s tongue on my clit. Sweet baby Jesus, that feels amazing. It’s the same as before, yet totally different with me on top. I manage to find a balance between a thigh workout and being a complete dead weight.

“I love knowing this pretty pussy is mine.” Barrett sucks hard on my clit.

We find a rhythm, his tongue, my hips, and I think I’ve got it all figured out, my orgasm is on the horizon, until I shift my hips too far forward and his tongue licks me there.

The sensation, foreign yet scintillating, sends me shooting up like a rocket.

“Oh my God, you just licked my asshole.”

I can feel Barrett chuckle beneath me.

“I know. That was the plan.”

“Oh. I thought maybe I messed up.”

“Did you like it?” he asks.

I think about it for half a second.

“Yes.”

He licks me again, rimming me with his tongue, and this time I embrace the sensation. Liquid heat pools in my low belly. My skin dampens with the desire that is overwhelming my body. I’m dizzy with pleasure.

He shifts me down, his mouth now capturing my clit.

From behind, I feel his finger sweep wetness from my pussy to the puckered bud of my ass. He swirls it there, causing the ache in my core to build. I don’t know what it will feel like, I’ve never had anyone put anything in my ass before, but something tells me it’s going to be good and the urge to press against his finger is strong.

“I bet no one has been in this tight little ass of yours.”

My response is muddled in my brain because all I can focus on is the way he’s fucking me with his tongue, rocking my hips so his nose presses into my clit.

“Do you want my finger in your ass, Chloe?”

“Yes.” The word is out of my mouth before my brain can object.

He gently presses in and I can already tell it’s going to be the most intense orgasm of my life, which is saying something, because the past two nights have already taken the top spots.

I’m not even moving, yet my body feels like it’s about to spin off in every direction. My hands grip the headboard, holding on for dear life.

He uses his free hand to grip my ass and all the sensation together—his tongue and his finger and the pressure on my clit—has me exploding into a million pieces.

I’m still gripping the headboard and panting when Barrett eases me back to straddle his hips. My attention is immediately drawn to the rock-hard bulge beneath me. I press my hips down against him. My clit is sensitive after my orgasm, but I can’t help myself.

“Easy,” Barrett says, lifting me off him and onto my back. He switches places, straddling me now.

“What are you going to do about that?” I’m hoping I can entice him into letting me touch him, but as usual Barrett is a stickler for the rules.

“I’ll take care of it later.” He hovers above me, his arms flexing as he lowers to press a kiss to my jaw.

“Or you can take care of it now?” I say, my eyes glued to where his erection is strained against his zipper. “That would be okay.”

“You want to watch?” He grins wickedly.

I nod eagerly. I should be in complete dismay of where all this sexual confidence is coming from, but I’m too excited about a front row seat to Barrett pleasuring himself.

Barrett unzips his pants and frees his hard length from his boxer briefs. The dark hair at the base of his dick is neatly trimmed. I saw him in the shower in the Hamptons, but up close is completely different.

Barrett licks his hand, then slides that hand down the length of his cock. Another lick and he begins to stroke both hands up and down in unison while also rotating his wrists. He’s not gentle with himself, as his hands squeeze his steely flesh and his forearms flex with each stroke. His breathing is heavy, his eyebrows drawn down in concentration. I’m intent on what he’s doing, but then I can feel him watching me. He looks so serious that I’m completely caught off guard when he looks up and winks at me.

“Cup your breasts,” he says and I do. My hands knead and squeeze. I circle a thumb around my nipple, relishing the hunger I see in Barrett’s eyes and recognizing the ache that is starting to build again between my thighs.

“Just like that.” He groans, his hips flexing with every stroke. He drops his gaze between my thighs. “Fuck. Look at how wet you are. You’re dripping wet. Do you like seeing me fuck my hand, Chloe? Imagining I’m deep inside your tight little cunt?”

His words are too much. I snake a hand from my breast to my clit and start a demanding rhythm of my own. I guess I was never in any real danger of shredding my labia. I hope that doesn’t mean our nightly WordIt game is over.