Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(48)

“If you know so much about sucking cock, you should keep talking,” I tell her, my voice going a little rough as I stroke myself slowly. “Tell me how you’d give me head.”

For a second, I think she’s going to tell me to fuck off instead, but then she licks her lips, watching my hand as it moves up and down my cock.

“For one, I’d take you all the way down my throat,” she says. “And hold you there. Swallow around your dick so you could feel how tight my throat is.”

Fuck.

Just hearing her talk about it is enough to have my cock throbbing even harder in my hand. I can imagine the way she’d do it, too. With that smug look on her face while her mouth was wrapped around me, the tight heat of her throat holding my cock in a vise grip.

I mimic that pressure with my hand, squeezing it and fucking up into my own fist.

“Keep going,” I pant out. “What else?”

“I wouldn’t neglect your balls either,” she says. “I’d play with them, suck on one and then the other when my jaw needs a break from taking your cock. You’d never have a second to relax. I’d jerk you off with my hand, using my own spit as lube. Then when you’re getting close, I’d fucking devour your dick. Suck it like it was the most delicious popsicle of my life.”

“Fuck yes. God.”

My hand works faster, and I keep watching her, looking for signs that she’s just as into this as I am. She keeps her face still, but her dark blue eyes flash heat, twin spots of color appearing on her cheeks as she flushes a little.

“I’d milk you good,” she murmurs, her voice going low and quiet, as if she’s saying this more for her own benefit now than to turn me on. “Swallow everything you have to give me, and then make you give me even more. You wouldn’t have the energy to walk when I’m done.”

That’s enough for me. I can just imagine the way she’d suck me dry, and I thrust up into my hand twice more before spilling my orgasm, coming with a ragged groan.

I imagine that it’s not my hand I’m spurting into, but her mouth. Hot and wet and sassy as hell.

Fuck. Oh, fuck…





19





RIVER





MY STOMACH CLENCHES TIGHTLY, my clit throbbing as my gaze stays glued to Ash. Talking to him like this seems to have done a lot more for him than the woman who was going down on him when I walked in. His amber eyes are glazed behind his glasses, and he thrusts up into his hand, spilling cum all over his fingers.

It’s hot as fuck. I watch him stroke himself through his release, and without even meaning too, I find myself licking my lips again.

I was just saying all that shit to fuck with him when I first walked in. I thought he’d be pissed and kick me out for interrupting him and that woman, but instead, he basically chose me over her, letting her storm out and not doing anything to smooth things over.

He played along with my little game, clearly turned on by my words.

My clit throbs in my panties, and I can feel myself getting wetter as I stand in the doorway, watching Ash work through the last of his orgasm.

When it’s finally done, he doesn’t even bother tucking his cock away or cleaning up.

Instead, he gets up and stalks over to me. His eyes are burning, and even though he just came, I can tell he’s not finished yet.

Before I can say anything, he picks me up and deposits me on top of the bureau against the wall where they keep their DVDs and shit, tugging my backpack and shopping bag out of my hold and setting them aside. His hands find the waistband of my pants and drag them down along with my panties, then he grabs my hips to pull me right to the edge of the bureau.

“Wha—”

That’s all I get out before Ash drops to his knees in front of me and buries his face between my legs.

I can’t even pretend I’m not interested. I’m soaking wet, and I can smell my own arousal from where I sit. I know it’s clear to Ash that I want it.

He doesn’t waste time teasing or trying to get me worked up. He knows I’m already ready for it, and he makes use of that.

His tongue is hot and wet when he licks along my slit, and I tip my head back and moan, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as he goes to town on me.

This guy knows what he’s doing, I’ll give him that. He’s not one of those assholes who expects the woman to do all the pleasuring while he sits back and enjoys it. His mouth is skilled, and he keeps a tight grip on my thighs while he feasts on me, licking and slurping up my wetness before finding my clit with the tip of his tongue and circling it with slow, even movements.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, rocking my hips forward.

I can practically feel the smugness radiating off him, feel him pressing that shit-eating grin into my core, and I roll my eyes and decide he doesn’t get to have it that easy.

“Is that the best you can do?” I ask, slipping back into the tone I used earlier, ready to critique his work. “All the women you’ve slept with, and you can’t even eat a girl out properly?”

Ash just hums, unbothered by my taunt, but he works a bit harder, lapping at my clit and lifting one hand from my thigh to probe at my hole.

It’s the hand that he came all over, and he uses his cum covered fingers to fuck into me, filling me up while his tongue keeps working me over.