Leaning down, I fill my lungs with a breath of her intoxicating scent, then murmur close to her ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She expels a gust of air, and I feel her swallow against my hand. “I thought you had something you needed to deal with right away?”
“I do.” Using my hold on her neck, I push her down until she’s on her knees and then step around until I’m in front of her. “Put me in your mouth again.”
“What?”
She looks up at me, startled and confused, but there’s also a touch of lust there, leftover from the club. She liked what she did to me as much as I did.
I start undoing my belt. “You need to finish what you started.”
I’ve barely been holding myself together since she first touched me in that club. I’ve felt crazed and desperate for her, desperate for release, but there was no way that I wanted to lose control in front of the others. I didn’t even want them to witness what they did, but if I hadn’t had her touch me, then she would have had to touch them.
Fuck that.
Desire replaces the confused expression on her face, and she reaches up to unzip me, licking her lips. I’m hot and buzzing all over, almost vibrating with need. I’ve been unbearably hard for over an hour now, and she’s driving me crazy.
Despite the pounding in my chest, I softly caress her jaw and cheek while she looks up at me with those violet eyes and lowers my slacks and boxer-briefs.
Avery doesn’t waste any time. She leans forward, breaking our eye contact, and wraps her lips around me, swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Fuck,“ I curse, my eyes almost rolling back.
She fits more and more of me in until I hit the back of her throat, forcing out another low groan.
I move my hand up from her jaw and into her hair, gathering it together to keep it out of the way. My hips start pumping, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. I watch, enraptured, as her lips slide along my shaft, igniting a burning inferno inside me.
“You were keeping this talent from me?” I rasp through harsh breaths, and I’m gifted with another swirl of her tongue.
She then reaches up to grip my thighs, and I catch sight of the tattoos on both of her arms. All I can think is mine, mine, mine, as I thrust.
My beautiful woman.
Avery hums and the vibration against me sends euphoric bliss throughout my body. This won’t take long. Nate was right about that.
Stuttered breaths, accompanied by grunts, pass through my throat.
“You’re a good fucking girl, Avery,” I breathe out, almost deliriously. “So good. So mine.”
The sensations continue to build in my groin, growing stronger with every pump of my hips. Avery adds her hands to the mix, gripping the base of my cock with one, starting to slide it in unison with her mouth, and using the other to cup my balls, pushing me right to the edge.
But it’s when she looks up at me when I’m as far in as I can go that I lose it.
I grip her hair tighter, holding her still while I pulse and spill down her throat with a guttural groan. My body floods with endorphins, taking away the stress from earlier and leaving me lightheaded.
But it only seems to scratch the surface of my needs right now. I’m still feeling restless and out of control, even after coming.
I withdraw from her mouth, release her hair, and grip under her arms to bring her to her feet. She’s barely sucked in a breath before my mouth is crashing down on hers in a needy kiss. The tongue that was swirling around my cock a minute ago is now tangling with my own. I can taste myself on her, but it’s not the taste I’m craving right now.
“My turn,” I murmur against her lips.
Pulling back, I run my hand over her hair, smoothing out some of the mess I made of it. Her eyes almost swallow me whole with how wide and beautiful they look right now, waiting to see what I’ll do next. I press another kiss to her lips and then guide her backward until her back hits the water flowing down the wall.
She squeals as the liquid starts running over her body, soaking her clothes and hair. “What are you doing?” she gasps.
I don’t answer. Instead, I drop to my knees in front of her, landing in a pool of water collecting on the floor. I lift the hem of her dress, feeling almost feral in my desire. I’ve loved licking her taste off my fingers, but this time, I want it straight from the source.
“Phoenix?” she questions.