Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(67)

All the while, he never let up on my clit. The pleasure vibrated through me until I had my head resting on the headboard, along with my arms, my ass jutted back while he drove me toward orgasm.

“Look at you, fucking presenting yourself to me like that,” he murmured. “How could you ever think you aren’t beautiful, Bliss? I’m so fucking hard right now that if I didn’t have to taste you, I’d be slamming myself inside you.

His big hand moved to between my shoulder blades, and he pushed me down so my face was buried in his pillows, my ass in the air. I panted into them, feeling incredibly exposed, and yet all I wanted to do was exactly what he told me. I was on display, but it was the dirtiest, most erotic thing I’d ever done, and I wanted more.

His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, spreading them as wide as I could go before coming to rest on my ass. He spread me there too, and I gasped.

“Shh, baby girl. Ain’t nobody ever touch you there?”

“No,” I murmured.

“Good.”

Oh God, why was the possessiveness in his voice so damn hot?

I didn’t get time to think that through because then his mouth was covering my pussy.

He kissed me there like he kissed my mouth. Long, open-mouthed sucking with slow and intruding strokes of his tongue. It flickered over my clit, sending the little bud wild, then switched to licking up my arousal. He plunged in and out of me like his tongue was his cock, fucking me. He speared me deep, then drew back to my ass, tonguing there as well.

“Oh my God,” I yelled into the pillow, grateful they muffled my surprised shout.

War chuckled. “Yell it louder, baby girl. Until you’re comfortable with me fucking you in front of other people, I want everyone out there to at least hear what I’m doing to you.”

I was so out of my depth with him. There was no way this was ever going to happen again. I couldn’t be that girl he wanted me to be, having public sex and God knows what else because I was sure that was just the very tip of the iceberg with him.

But this would be enough. This would be enough to fulfill every sexual wish I’d ever had. In reality, I hadn’t even been able to dream up something like this. My fantasies had never even come close, and they were all with nameless, faceless men.

From now on, they’d all have War’s grin and green eyes.

I never knew having someone lick you so thoroughly, in such a private way, could feel like this. War’s tongue was demonic, eliciting pleasure everywhere it touched. His fingers joined the action, one plunging into my core before a second joined a moment later.

“Fuck, baby girl. You are so wet. You’re dripping down my hand.”

I froze, embarrassed at how into it I was.

His palm smacked my flesh once more, my ass jiggling. “Wherever you just went in your head, stop it. Your entire body just locked right up. You don’t even know how much I love this.”

I relaxed again, and to prove his statement, he added a third finger, angling them perfectly so they hit that spot deep inside me. He thrust them into me at the ideal speed, better than I could have even instructed him to do it.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan-shouted. “Oh God, War! I can’t!” I rocked my hips faster, chasing down what I needed.

“Yeah, you can, baby girl. You’re gonna cream all over my hand and my face.”

He dove into my pussy, licking and sucking me until a scream built in the back of my throat. His fingers drove into me, and on instinct, I slammed my hips in time with the rhythm he set, meeting each punishing thrust with a grind of my own. My inner thighs were coated, and my legs shook with the force of the orgasm barreling down on me.

One finger pressed to my ass, three deep inside my pussy, and his tongue on my clit, I came with a scream. I yelled his name at the top of my lungs, so loud I was sure it echoed before moans overtook any ability to form words. I ground against him while he plowed into me, never letting up on my clit. We bounced and squeaked on the bed, pleasure surging through me in a light so blinding it could have lit the room if it hadn’t been inside me. I moaned and tried to breathe, but the waves of pleasure kept coming and coming, and War rode out every one, eventually moving his lips to my inner thigh and pressing sweet kisses there, in between luxurious licks.

I couldn’t move. I was locked in place by sheer bliss, even after the orgasm subsided.

War laughed and smacked my ass playfully. “You still breathing, baby girl?”

I flopped onto his bed on my stomach, eventually turning my head to one side. “You made me forget how.”

“Mission accomplished then.”

He lay down on the bed beside me, on his side, his head propped up on his arm while he watched me.

“Are you…?”

He was still fully dressed. He hadn’t even attempted to remove his clothes.

“Am I what?” The fake innocence in his voice was ridiculous.

“You haven’t…”

“Come? Nope.”

I twisted onto my side, mirroring his position. “Is that another of your kinks? Delayed gratification or something?”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over mine. “Nah. I was fully satisfied tasting your cum on my lips, hearing you scream the fucking building down, and feeling your sweet pussy clamp down on my fingers like a vise.”

“No sex then?”