CH 114
I'm suddenly naked, lying on my back on the smooth wood. His lips move to my breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth.
"Yes," I moan.
His fingers find my pussy, rubbing a firm circle around my clit. Pleasure rushes through me, and my hips jerk.
He lifts his head, his expression going serious. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. Good. Amazing. Please, Wake."
The bastard grins. "Well, since you said 'please'." He slides his body down, dragging his lips down my stomach as he goes. Then he's there, between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading me open. He glances up and holds my gaze as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
My hips jump, but his grip is firm. "Wake!"
"Hold still." He licks me again, and then again, teasing with the promise of what's to come.
I don't know what comes over me, but I can't stop the words that rush out of my mouth. "Wake, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please."
"Please, what?" His tongue dips inside me, and I almost lose my mind. "Beg for it, Phoebe."
My whole body jerks at the command in his voice. I'm desperate. I don't want this. Not the sex, not him, not the way he's still holding me prisoner. I can't have this.
And I want it.
I'm torn between my body's craving for pleasure and the reality that I never want to return to. My thoughts are a jumbled mess of anxiety and desire, and the only thing I can focus on is Wake's tongue sliding in and out of me.
It's a slow, torturous rhythm, and every time I think I've got a handle on it, he changes the pace or the pressure. It's not enough, not nearly enough, but it's still so damn good. My eyes flutter shut. I can't do this. I can't not do this. I can't—
"Don't close your eyes."
"What?" My eyes fly open and meet his.
He gives me a wicked smile. "You heard me. Keep your eyes open and watch."
I don't want to, and that's probably why he makes me. I want to hide, but he keeps me exposed.
He sucks on my clit, and pleasure rolls through me.
"More." The word escapes before I can hold it back.
He licks me, long and slow, and then he looks up. "More what?"
"More of...you."
He shakes his head, his hair tickling my thighs. "Ask for it."
"Wake—"
"Ask."
"Please. Please."
His tongue circles my clit. He sucks lightly, and I cry out, the sensation almost more than I can bear.
"Wake, please."
"Again."
"Please. Please. Please."
He sucks on my clit, hard, and it sends me crashing over the edge. The orgasm seems to last forever, rolling through me in endless waves. He doesn't stop, and I ride the crest, unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel.
I'm still twitching when he moves, his body blanketing mine.
My nipples are painfully hard, and I shiver at the contact.
"So fucking perfect," he murmurs against my mouth.
I open my mouth to speak, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past my lips.
The kiss is hot and deep and demanding, and I let him take it. I give him everything, my hips rocking as he pounds against me.
"Yes," I whisper when he lifts his mouth from mine. "Yes, please."
Wake doesn't answer. He just reaches between us and pulls his cock free.
I'm soaking wet, and I know there's plenty of slick. He slides into me in one long thrust.
My body arches, my head falling back as my inner walls clamp down around him. He's big, and it's been a while since the last time, but he's so damn perfect. He stills, his breath harsh against my shoulder.
"More," I moan. "More."
Wake's mouth crashes down on mine.
It's like we're fighting, but it's not quite that, either. His hips are moving, pounding into me in a punishing rhythm. It's not a fight. It's...something else.
His teeth close over my lower lip and bite, and I don't think. I just react.
My nails score his back, and I can't get him close enough. Wake.
Wake.
Wake.
Wake.
My hips meet him thrust for thrust, and pleasure burns through me. Too much. Too good. Too hard. Too soft.
It's never been like this, not with anyone, and it scares me because I want it to never end.
He lifts his head and stares down at me.
I stare back, unable to look away. Unable to do anything but watch him as his thrusts grow frantic, his rhythm stuttering as he gets closer.
Closer.
Close.
Wake's gaze grows unfocused. "Phoebe. I—"
Whatever he's going to say is lost in the roar of his climax. His whole body shudders as he comes, and I feel him, hard and deep inside me. He pulses, his cock throbbing.
My whole body is flushed, and my skin feels tight and hot. It's not an unpleasant sensation, and the orgasm isn't far behind. I'm on the edge of it, and if Wake moves, just a little, then—
"Wake, no!" I clutch his shoulders, but he's already moving.
He sits up, his cock sliding free.
I make a noise low in my throat, but he's not looking at me. His attention is focused on my pussy. On the slick coating my thighs and his dick. He lifts his gaze to meet mine, and I know my expression must be panicked.
He smiles, slow and lazy, and his voice is husky. "So wet, and all for me."
"That's not what I meant," I whisper.
"No? So you don't want my come dripping out of you, knowing I've had my fill?" He doesn't wait for me to answer. Instead, he flips me over until I'm on my stomach and tugs me onto my hands and knees.
"What are you doing?"
"Making a mess." He spreads my thighs wider, and his hands settle on my ass. He squeezes once and then spreads me open, exposing me to his gaze.
"Wake—"
"No, this is perfect." He moves, and then his tongue is on me, licking up his release.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
He works me over thoroughly, licking and sucking and teasing, and I'm a shaking mess by the time he finally focuses on my clit.
"You like this, don't you, sweetheart? You like me eating my come out of your pretty little pussy."
I moan, but it's muffled by the wood.
"Not an answer."
"Wake, please."
"Yes or no. Do you like me doing this?"
"Yes, yes, yes, please, please, please."
He chuckles and sucks hard on my clit, and all thoughts scatter. There's only this. There's only him. There's only—
Pleasure hits hard, and it's so intense that my arms buckle.
Wake is still holding me up. His mouth is still on my pussy. His tongue is still working its magic. He doesn't let up, not even as I ride the wave.
It goes on and on and on, and when I can finally draw a full breath, I feel him press a kiss to the base of my spine. Then lower... And lower... Until his breath whispers across the bud hidden between my ass cheeks.
"We're not done."
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