Fall (VIP #3)(102)
“So pretty.” He gives me a kiss, languid and open, lips and tongue moving with perfect decadence. I groan, my body clenching, trying to hold in the feeling, the hot, wet glide of his mouth. My fingers thread through his hair, gripping so I don’t fall to the floor.
John makes a noise in the back of his throat. “God, Stells, you taste so … so fucking …” He trails off with a shuddering breath that I feel against my skin. There is no finesse, no practiced touches. It is carnal heat, lips and tongue shaping, licking, suckling.
It feels so good. I want this every day. Every day.
“John … please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More. Less. Harder. Softer. I can’t think. My hips rock against his mouth, chasing the sensation, running from it. I’m going to break apart, melt right on his tongue.
God, the way he goes at me, pulling back every so often to look at his handiwork. Attack from a new angle. He’s reveling in this. The utter absorption of his expression, the way his tongue flicks out to lick my opening has me shivering.
A gentle suck of my clit and I come, a low, hot rush of pleasure that leaves me boneless. But it’s only an appetizer. My insides pulse, needing something to fill it. I push against him, silently begging.
I need it. Need it so badly.
“Please,” I say. “Please.”
The blunt tip of his finger teases me. “I know, honey. But the first time I get to be inside you, it’s going to be with my dick.” He looks up at me, innocent angel, unrepentant devil. “Hold on.”
“Wha—” I squeal and clutch his head as he wraps his arms around my hips and simply stands. Just freaking stands up with me on his shoulders, lifting me as easily as one of his guitars.
He laughs against my sex, the sound muffled and warm, as he strides to the bed.
“Crazy man,” I chide with a laugh.
Grinning, he tumbles me back onto a cloud of pillows. I lie there, a wanton sprawl of limbs, and watch with growing hunger as he pulls a strip of condoms from his pocket and tosses them on the bed beside me. They don’t make a sound when they land, but I feel the impact in my bones, a mental thud that sends a shiver of anticipation over my skin. Holding my gaze, he shucks his jeans and boxers with one, impatient push.
Jesus, he’s gorgeous, all lean grace and hard, hard cock. And he’s mine. I’m a lucky girl.
“That looks painful,” I rasp, glancing at the thick erection he’s giving a stroke.
John’s smile is predatory. “It hurts something fierce, Button. You gonna give me some relief?”
It’s so easy to spread my legs, arch my back, and display myself for him. To give him a soft smile and say, “Come here, then.”
His eyes narrow, and he crawls up the bed and over me. Muscles bunch as he hovers, his arms bracketing my body. High color runs along his cheeks and the tops of his broad shoulders. “Anything you don’t like, anything you want more of, you tell me, Button.” His lips quirk. “I want this to be good for you.”
My hands glide over his shoulders to cup the back of his neck where his skin is hot and damp. “Same goes for you.”
Surprise flashes over his face, and he lets out a short laugh. “Oh, angel, everything leading up to this has already been better than anything I’ve ever experienced. You could do your worst and it would still be my best.”
I’m grinning like a loon when I pull him down to me. We exhale as our lips meet, our kiss a bit fumbling. It soon turns feverish, greedy, messy. “Oh, shit,” I rasp. “Don’t wait. I need it. I need it.”
It sets him off. Gone are the careful touches, the slow moves. His big hand grabs my ass, kneading it as he grinds his hard dick against my sex. Our kiss goes deeper, forcing my mouth wide. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging in as he gropes around for the condom package.
As soon as he gets hold of it, he sits back on his heels and tears a condom packet free from the strip. The sight of him kneeling before me, torso tight and twitching, his dick so hard he has to ease it back from where it slaps against his abs—it’s so hot, I don’t think. I sit up, my hands sliding over his strong thighs. Before he can utter a word, I take his dick in my mouth, sucking him down deep.
“Oh, fuck.” John’s body shakes as he jerks in my mouth. “Oh, fucking hell.”
His hand comes down on my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He’s big and hot in my mouth. Enough that I feel the stretch in my jaw. Enough he’ll have to work to get himself inside me.
I love the way he tastes, the thick glide of him along my tongue and the way he trembles, thrusts his hips just a little like he can’t help himself.
“Stells …” He sounds pained, weak. I love that too.
I don’t recognize this mindless, needy thing I’ve become where every touch is a matter of now and more and again. I don’t recognize this messy, hot emotion swelling, or the way I lose all sense of myself. I’m not mine anymore; I’m his.
John’s hand in my hair tightens and then eases. I let him lift me up. Our eyes meet, his wide and dazed. I grab the condom from his hand and work it over his length. In a blink, I’m on my back, the breath whooshing from me. John grabs my hips and hauls them up over his thighs. My tits lift high, my back arching as I press my shoulders into the bed to brace myself.
The wide crown of his cock notches against my slick opening. It draws all my attention. John leans forward, and that fat head slips just inside, stretching me. His eyes close, a look of near pain flitting across his features. His lips go slack, the space between his brows knitting.