When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)(54)
Finally able to find my words, I open my mouth. “How come I didn’t see you?”
He wipes his mouth before dropping his napkin over his plate and leaning back. “I didn’t want you to see me.”
“I see.” The hurt I feel from his answer is not something I’m proud of.
“Stop whatever you’re thinking, Ember. I went because I wanted to support you, but I knew things were still weird between us and I didn’t want you to look back on that show and remember me making it awkward for you. I went and celebrated for you in the shadows.”
“I wish you would have been at my side.” I think out loud.
“Yeah, I wish I would have been too, but the time wasn’t right.”
“You’re coming next weekend, though?”
He stands and offers me his hand. Once I’m upright, he bends to look into my eyes. “I’ll be by your side every second. I’m so damn proud of you, and I want everyone to know that I’m the man in your life.” I shiver—something he doesn’t miss. “Clean up in here first or dessert?”
“Dessert. You could burn the kitchen down for all I care, just as long as I get dessert now.”
He bends and with a squeal, I’m in his arms as he walks to my bedroom.
“I WANT YOUR COME IN my mouth,” I tell her, feeling her hum against my cock. All fantasies I had over spanking her ass before she had me in her mouth vanished when I first felt her mouth take all of me. Her head moves up and down quicker, but I don’t miss her hand moving between her legs. “You touch my *, and I’m going to spank your ass, Ember.”
My cock touches the back of her throat before I feel her relax her neck and take me so far down that I feel the breaths from her nose on my skin. My head slams against her headboard when she swallows my cock. The sensation of her wet mouth sucking hard on me, her hand playing with my balls, and the hum of her enjoying the f*ck out of this was becoming way too much.
“Jesus f*ck. That’s right, baby, take all of me.”
She continues bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks until I fist her hair in my hand and thrust into her mouth. She whimpers against the bite of pain I’m sure my hold brings her, but just sucks a little harder before she pauses in her sucking to lick against the sensitive flesh she’s consuming.
Through the narrow slit in my eyes, I catch her free arm moving, and I know she’s ignored my warning. With a noise of protest from her, I pull her up off my cock, ignoring my own jolt of displeasure when I lose the heat of her mouth, and lean forward so that she is looking directly at me from her kneeled position between my legs in the center of her bed.
“I told you not to touch yourself. You don’t come unless I tell you, and you damn sure don’t get to take your sweetness from me by coming against your own hand.” She doesn’t speak, but her eyes spark with the knowledge of something, although it’s a mystery to me what that something is.
“You’re going to wear my mark on your ass now,” I promise her darkly.
She shifts and I watch as she rubs her thighs together. Then, to my utter disbelief and f*cking pleasure, she turns so her head faces the end of her bed, and bends so she is on her elbows with her knees still kneeling on the mattress. That ass I just promised to mark is up in the air, presented to me like a goddamn gift. The wetness coating her * makes my mouth water, and for a brief second, I forget why she is getting her ass pinked.
“You’re going to remember what I said about taking your sweetness from me tomorrow when you can’t sit without the burn of my touch heating your flesh, aren’t you,” I vow, my voice low and controlled even though I feel seconds away from losing my shit. The sight of her offering herself to me, ass up with her wetness begging to be filled, is unmanning me.
Shifting until I’m up next to her, my knees next to her legs and my cock pointing at her hips, I rub my palm softly against each of her smooth cheeks. I go back and forth as my free hand trails up her spine. I can feel the heat of her with each pass I take down her left globe, but I ignore her whines when I get close enough, and continue to caress her skin.
Just when I know she had started to relax into my touch, I bring my hand back and quickly slap one and then the other cheek before rubbing the sting. Her scream, of pleasure and not pain, hits my ears, and I give her another two quick cracks of my palm. It isn’t long before she has the red imprints of my hands on her skin. I keep rubbing her flesh with my hand as I lean to the side and see that her arousal is now starting to drip down her thighs. She could come from my hand alone and that thought pleases the f*ck out of me, but it won’t be tonight. After another solid slap, I keep my hand in place, loving the way that her ass shakes.
My eyes never leave her red ass as I straddle her calves and take her hips in my hands. I lift her up with my hold and dig my fingers in while lining up my cock. The second I push into her, she lifts up her head and screams. Her cunt sucks me in even deeper before it clamps down tightly. I grunt, deep in my throat, and rock forward even though she has every f*cking inch of me. That’s all it takes for her to scream my name and coat my f*cking balls as her juices leak from her body.
“God, yes,” she continues as I pound into her.
I let go of her ass when I push in again, using my own hips to hold her up and bring my palm down on her ass, loving when she clamps down on my cock again. “You’re going to come again, Ember,” I order before returning my hand to her hip and picking up my speed.