“Don’t you have something better to do with that tongue?” I dropped my hand down between my legs. “Or do I have to do everything myself?”
He grabbed my hand. “You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”
Shit, that was hot.
Then his mouth was on me again, his hands holding my hips tightly as his tongue worked its way inside me. He licked every inch of me, finding places no one had reached before, each one sending me higher, closer to the edge. When he slid two fingers inside me, his tongue dancing back and forth across my clit, I started to come.
And I kept coming as he crooked his fingers, rubbing against my g-spot until I was pushing at his hands, needing a different sort of relief.
He looked entirely too pleased with himself as he pushed up onto his knees but considering the fact that I still had mini-orgasms going off inside me, he wasn’t exactly being immodest.
“Have you ever recorded yourself?” he asked as he ran his hands up my legs. “You should really see your face when you come. Gorgeous.” He smirked. “Unless you only come like that for me.”
“Come like what?” I tried for casual and failed spectacularly.
He leaned over me until his mouth was only inches from mine. “Like a fucking freight train.”
I flushed, but the heat in his eyes told me he meant it as a compliment. “Maybe we should test the theory. See if you’re as good with your cock as you are with your fingers and tongue.”
“Challenge accepted.” He took my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same time his cock entered me.
I dug my nails into his shoulders as I wrapped my legs around him. My heels thumped against his ass, urging him to move harder and faster. As if his strokes weren’t already making me see stars. I scratched long stripes down his back, his body bucking against mine with each one.
“J,” I panted, tearing my mouth from his. “I need I need I need I need...”
“Fucking tight,” he grunted, his expression strained. “I’m going to…”
White spots danced in front of my eyes, and I tightened every muscle in my body.
“Fuck, Rona, fuck…” The last word turned into a groan, and a shudder ran through him. “I need you to go first. Please. I can’t…please…”
It was the desperation in his voice that pushed me over the edge. I’d never had anyone need me like that. Not even Clay.
I didn’t recognize the sound that came out of my mouth as I exploded. Scream. Cry. Wail. I should have been embarrassed, self-conscious, but I couldn’t think about anything other than the pleasure coursing through me. I barely even registered Jalen’s body stiffening above mine as he came, emptying inside me with pulse after pulse of cum.
There was something about that last bit that I needed to consider, but I would come back to it once my brain was functioning again. For right now, I gave myself over to the freight train rumbling over me.