She dipped her chin and stuck out her tongue, lapping at his cock as it slid between her breasts. He swore, one of his hands twining in her hair as he urged her closer. The angle was awkward, only his tip sliding past her lips, but it was enough. She slowed the pace of his strokes between her breasts so she could linger with him against her tongue.
“Jesus Christ, look at you.” He adjusted his hold on her hair to sweep the loose strands out of her face, giving himself a better view of the way she suckled on his tip. Her tongue swirled lazily around the thick ridge of the flared crown, the slit at the top.
“I wish I could see,” she said around his cock.
He hummed, the vibration moving through his body andinto hers. “Another time.”
Would there be another time?
Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her off him, tilting her face up and licking into her mouth, kissing her like he needed to suck the very air from her lungs. Lips still on hers, he raised her to her feet and tugged her back into his lap, moving them back on the bed so she straddled him.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked.
He shoved a hand between their bodies, plunging two fingers inside her. She gasped, the sudden intrusion so clinical it shouldn’t have been hot, but she couldn’t help but rock against his hand. The smack on her ass was sharp and fast. “Stay still,” he commanded, his fingers still searching, probing, and she almost managed to comply until his thumb brushed against her clit and her hips rocketed forward. Another smack. “I said, stay still.”
“You’re the one with your fingers in my pussy,” she grumbled, doing her best to still the restless movement of her hips.
His grin was wicked and the sharp sting of his teeth on her breast so unexpected she couldn’t help but cry out. “That’s right. My fingers. My pussy. And I say you’re not ready for my cock yet.”
“I am,” she whined, her thighs shaking with the effort not to fuck herself on his hand.
And then his hand was gone, and she wasn’t sure if it was a relief or a disappointment. He held her gaze as he licked his fingers clean. “Not yet, little menace.”
“I need—” She broke off on a whimper. “I needsomething, Derek. Please.”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw. “I know what you need.” He lay back on the bed, his head pillowed on one forearm, and beckoned her closer with a curl of his fingers. “Sit on my face, baby.”
Jo had never moved so fast. She scrambled over him, positioning herself above him, gripping the headboard as she lowered herself down. Strong hands gripped her thighs and held her hovering in place before she made contact with his mouth.
“Derek,” she begged.
“In a minute. I want to look at you.” He shifted one hand to part her folds and blew a cool stream of air against her swollen clit. She gasped, falling forward and pressing her forehead against the headboard. “How long do you think you can stay like this?”
“Like this?” Her thighs were already shaking from holding herself above him.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Just like this.” He lifted his mouth and gave her one long, slow lick. Not enough, notnearlyenough, but her breath rushed out of her in a desperate stream of want all the same. “How long can you stay on the edge of coming without giving in? How long can I keep you wet and ready before I give you what you need?”
“Hasn’t it been long enough already?”
He nipped at the inside of her thigh, his tongue swiping outto soothe the sting. “The ways I could play with you… What I wouldn’t give to see this pretty clit so swollen and aching to come you can hardly walk without feeling it.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, a fresh pulse of wetness rushing between her legs.
Derek’s satisfied hum made it clear he knew exactly how she’d responded to that particular fantasy. “I’m going to lick you now, but if you come, you won’t get my cock tonight. Do you understand?” She mumbled her agreement, pressing her hips down towards him, but he held her firm. “I need to hear you say it, Jo.”
“I understand,” she huffed. “Please, Derek. Please lick my pussy—oh!” She broke off on a cry as he pulled her against his face, lips and tongue and the scrape of his beard assaulting her senses.
There was nothing restrained about the way he devoured her, nothing gentle about the way he drove his tongue into her. Her thighs shook and she clenched her teeth, knuckles turning white as she gripped the headboard and fought to keep her orgasm at bay.
“I can’t— It’s too much. Derek, I’m going to come.”
Abruptly, he stopped, lifting her off his face as a frustrated whimper racked her shoulders. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck, dripping between her breasts. He caught her eye, a question posed there, and she reached down with one hand to smooth the crease between his brows. “Again?” he asked.
“Again.”
The word had hardly left her lips before his tongue wason her again, this time flicking over her clit in quick strokes designed to push her over the edge. But Jo wasn’t about to lose whatever fucked-up game this was. He’d issued a challenge, and Jo never backed down from a challenge.
He took her clit between his lips, sucking on the throbbing bud in long draws that had her toes curling and back arching. “Derek!” she screamed. The edges of her vision went white, her orgasm barreling down on her—