Page 61 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“You can’t touch me.”

“Anything but that.”

“Too late. You already said I can do whatever I want.”

“I was thinking you’d sit on my face or something else mutually pleasurable. Not touching you is torture.”

“You did just call me a fallen angel. Perhaps this is the reason I fell.” I look around for something to use to tie him to the bed. “Strip and lie down on my bed. I’ll be right back.”

I don’t wait to see if he’s doing what I’ve asked. Walking into the bathroom, I head straight for my drawer in the vanity. A variety of hair ribbons sit spooled together in the back. I grab one and walk back into my bedroom.

His eyes light up when he sees me approach. He lifts his wrists toward the headboard. I watch as his breathing deepens while he watches me finish undressing. His abs flex as he inhales sharply when I begin to crawl over him. I hover over his cock, teasing him with the warmth from my center being so close. Instead of immediately tying him up, I drag the ribbon up anddown his torso, tracing the valleys of muscle and teasing his nipples.

Ever so slowly I work my way up his body, but my pussy is just out of reach of his touch. I tie the ribbon around his wrists and to the post above his head. After a few test tugs, I’m satisfied that he’s not going anywhere. He tries to wrap his mouth around my nipple, but I sit up, taking my body out of reach.

“You’re not very good at following directions.”

“Never was and never will be.” He smirks up at me. “Especially not when the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is sitting on top of me naked.”

Everything stops. My breath. My thoughts. Even the world around us grinds to a halt as the realization sinks in. He means that. He actually thinks I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

“What?” His brow furrows, and he tries to move his hands. “Fuck,” he mutters and tugs again. “You really tied the hell out of those knots.”

“I did.” I lean forward and capture his lips with mine. I kiss him slowly, pouring every bit of emotion I can into it. This might be the first tender kiss that we’ve shared. Then again, any time we have sex usually follows a fight.

This is different. Maybe it’s because I’m in charge, or maybe it’s just the fact that we’re in the safest environment we could be. He doesn’t have to rely on himself to be the number one caretaker; there are three other people in this house who care as much about my safety as he does. Not that Emerson and Cy don’t care or wouldn’t protect me, they would. But I know that Declan sees himself as responsible for me, and probably them to an extent.

“Let me take care of you.” I look down into the green pools of his eyes. A rare flash of vulnerability flickers in their depths. I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking.

“Okay.”

As soon as the word is out of his mouth, I lower mine to his again. I could kiss him like this for hours and never grow bored. The only thing keeping me from doing so is the insistent nudge of his erection on my backside.

Eventually I trail my lips from his, dusting along his jaw and down his neck. I flick my tongue against the spot where I can see his pulse beating steadily. He tilts his head, allowing me better access. A wicked thought flies into my mind, and without thinking, I suck the delicate skin into my mouth. He releases a gravely moan when I bite down over the same spot. I’ve never given anyone hickey, so I’m not sure how long it takes. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because he never tells me to stop, and he has to know what I’m doing.

I finally release his neck after planting one last soft kiss atop the forming bruise. But I’m not done yet. My lips continue on their path down his body. Every swell and dip of muscle gets explored by my hands or my mouth.

By the time I make it down to his dick, it’s hard and cum weeps from the tip for me. I moan at the delicious taste as I lick his tip. If someone had told me six months ago I’d be obsessed with sucking my stepbrother’s cock, I would have looked at them like their head was on fire. He moans as I take him all the way to the back of my throat and swallow once around him.

“Fuck.” His abs tremble. “Harper, wait.”

I pull my mouth from him with a pop, a string of precum and saliva trailing from his tip to my lips. His mouth is parted in desire as he looks down the length of his body at me.

“Yes?”

“Sit on my face while you suck my dick.”

“No, this is about you.”

“There’s nothing I want more than your pussy dripping all your juice down my throat while you fuck me with your mouth. Get up here.”

Fuck it. If that's what he wants, who am I to argue?

I position myself above him and have to bite my lip to keep from crying out when I feel his tongue lave along my slit. It feels so good, so taboo in this position, but Jesus himself couldn’t pull me away now. I lean forward and take his length back in my mouth, moaning around his length as he circles my clit.

My nails dig into his thighs as I balance myself for both of us. He groans against my slick folds when I gag around him. I’m lost in the moment, and it’s not until I feel his hands cupping and spreading my cheeks that I realize he’s come untied. I release him and try to move, but he holds me closer, his fingers spearing into my channel at a brutal pace while my walls begin to tremble around them.

I’m seconds from coming when he lifts me and sets me to the side. In a testament to his athleticism, he smoothly switches our position until I’m on my back looking up at him as he lifts my legs to his chest. He slides inside me, my channel even tighter than it normally is. I grab the sheets beside me as he pumps in and out. A lock of dark hair has fallen over his forehead making him look even more feral than he already is.

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