Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(58)

His hand gripped her forearm. He ran it down until his fingertips found her first two fingers pressing against her clit. She paused in playing with herself, thinking he’d stop her. Dylan liked to be the one to be in control of her pleasure. She loved that about him. But instead of halting her, he lowered his hand and plunged his middle finger inside her. Alice moaned and rubbed her clit harder.

He lifted his head slightly, his lips making a sucking sound as her breast popped out of his mouth. He lashed the sensitized crest with the tip of tongue.

“Let’s communicate now,” he said gruffly after a moment, his lips feathering over her wet nipple. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth on me,” she said, the truth too sharp to keep inside her for long.

“Well, I want my cock in your mouth, so we’re going to have to compromise,” he said, a dark thread of humor in his tone. He moved quickly, withdrawing his finger, sitting up, and spinning onto his hands and knees, his head toward the foot of the bed. Alice watched as he straddled her and positioned himself over her, his groin hovering over her face. She shifted her pillow and her head, aligning herself, and reached for him eagerly.

He didn’t immediately lower between her thighs. Instead, he watched her. Feeling his gaze on her while she stared at his cock tenting the front of his pajama bottoms excited her. She started to lower his waistband.

“There’s a fly. Pull it through,” he instructed her gruffly.

She found the opening in the pajamas and plunged her hand in, fisting his shaft. He felt warm and hard and so good. She jacked him a few times, her fingers lingering of the bulbous, smooth head.

“God, I love your cock.”

“It returns the sentiment completely.” He roughly pulled her hand out of his fly.

“Hey—”

“You’re not moving fast enough. I want your mouth on me. Now,” he grated out. He maneuvered his naked cock through the hole and bunched the fabric around his balls. It stuck out at a right angle from his body, looking both intimidating and exciting. He cupped his erection from below. “Open your mouth.”

Arousal tore through her at his harsh demand. She loved it when his control began to fray. She parted her lips, saliva gathering on her tongue. He lowered his hips, guiding his cock into her waiting mouth. His cockhead pierced her, forcing her lips to stretch. She clamped him hard. He moaned and pushed the shaft onto her tongue.

“Suck, baby. Suck that cock.”

She did, for all she was worth, her mouth and lips aching at the effort. She was so hungry for him, she lifted her head.

“Put your head back on the pillow,” he demanded. “I’m going to come to you. Stay still.”

He pulsed his hips, pushing his cock several inches in and out of her mouth. Now that he was fixed in her, he put his hand back on the bed, steadying himself. He continued to watch her as he f*cked her mouth shallowly, his tight focus driving her mad with excitement. He pulsed his hips faster, although he refrained from going deep. She sucked so hard, her cheeks hollowed out.

“Such a hot little mouth. Do you like having it f*cked?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal.

She moaned her assent, her mouth too full of turgid, thrusting cock to do anything else.

“Use your hand for the bottom,” he said tersely. She gripped the lower part of his shaft and pumped him in unison with his thrusting hips. “God, that’s good,” he groaned roughly. “Spread your thighs, Alice.”

She opened her legs wider on the mattress. He used his fingers to part her labia, and then his tongue slid into the cleft. She’d anticipated the moment so acutely, but nevertheless an electrical shock of pleasure went through her at his first touch. His mouth covered her, his lips applying a firm pressure on her outer sex. He applied a slight suction, his tongue stabbing and pressing against her clit, sliding and rubbing. She screamed, his plunging cock stifling her anguished bliss.

Everything blended in her brain, the sensation of his thrusting cock, his male taste, her own exquisite pleasure. The moment enfolded her. It insulated her from the harsh realities she was learning about herself, it protected her from her grief.

She took him deeper, because his pleasure was hers, the pulse in his cock matching the hammering in her ears, his harsh groans the voice of her ecstasy. They were one in those moments, a single, throbbing nerve.

He twisted his face slightly as he applied suction, the small, taut gesture sending her over the edge. He flexed his hips back, sliding his cock out of her mouth. Climax blasted through her. The scream that had been trapped in her throat was liberated. He continued to eat her with greedy focus while she came, laving her clit hard with his stiffened tongue.

She blinked her eyes open dazedly a moment later, her shudders waning. He’d turned and was crouching over her, his head facing hers. He was naked now, the warm glow of the bedside lamp gilding his skin. His arm muscles bulged as he held himself off her. His pelvis dipped downward. She gasped as he entered her. Instinctively, she bent her knees and lifted her feet off the bed, opening her body to better fit his heavy arousal. He snarled as he slid in her to the hilt, his facial muscles tight with pleasure.

He began to move, taking her with thorough, deep strokes, their stares locked. She read something in his gleaming eyes that made her desperate. She dug her fingertips into his dense shoulder muscles, straining to keep pace with him.

“If you were feeling like you didn’t belong anywhere earlier when we talked, you can stop right now,” he bit out. Her face tightened with emotion. How was he always able to read her mind? She gripped him tight as he rocked her harder, their bodies crashing together now, the crescendo reaching its peak. He thrust deep, grinding his pelvis against her outer sex. She moaned shakily at the sensation of swelling inside her. “Because you belong here. You’re mine, Alice. And I’m yours,” he said, his eyes fierce.