Page 32 of Something to Someone

Caroline moved, and my heart pounded against my ribcage with hope that I’d feel her thighs wrap around my head.

“Such a dirty mouth, Trouble,” she said, and I tried to identify where she was, but I couldn’t tell. Closer or farther away, I gritted my teeth until she brushed against my side.

“You love my dirty mouth, pretty girl. Now, sit on my fucking face.” The words were barely out of my mouth when I felt her legs brush against my cheeks and smelled the heady scent of her desire. Her knees pressed into the pillows around me, and my mouth was immediately watering.

Finally, Caroline dropped down onto my waiting tongue, and I wasted no time. Using my tongue, I explored her cunt. I licked and feasted on every inch of her until she was dripping down my chin.

Above me, I listened to her little moans and the sound of her breathing to gauge which movements she liked most. My perfect siren loved when I tugged on her clit with my teeth or sucked it hard between my lips. And similarly, she couldn’t help but grind her hips and cry out when I pressed my tongue into her opening as far as I could go. She tensed around me and stalled her hips to allow me better access.

My hands itched to grab her ass and help her grind against me, or to let her milk my fingers as she had the other night, but I didn’t need them to make her feel good. My tongue would be more than enough.

Her fingers wound through my hair, and her hips began to rock. Leisurely at first, she made sure my tongue touched every part of her, but her movements sped up as she chased her pleasure. Flattening my tongue, I let her use me. And my cock throbbed with the knowledge she was doing just that. She wasn’t concerned if I could breathe. Hell, I didn’t fucking care either—both of us were intent on one thing.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” she moaned a second before she fell apart. Her legs shook, and her pussy convulsed. Her taste flooded my tongue, and I did my best to collect every last drop. The prettiest sound, though, between each moan and delighted groan was my name falling from her lips.

She rode out her pleasure, and my hips rocked up into the air. Seeing her wasn’t necessary when I could hear and feel her body writhing. Several seconds passed, and I worried that I’d come just from experiencing her orgasm secondhand.

She settled back, her ass landing on my chest, and our panted breaths mingled in the quiet room around us. She moaned softly, and her hand unwound from my hair. Fingers brushing down my face, across the mask, she dragged them across my lower lip, collecting what I assumed was remnants of her orgasm.

“Don’t let this go to your head, but I love your mouth,” she said.

I smiled and nipped at her thumb. “That’s all I want, baby. I hope by the time we’re done, you’ll love every part of my body.”

She tugged her finger free, and her weight disappeared from my chest. “Call me baby one more time, and I won’t suck your cock again.”

I rolled my lips and clenched my hands into fists. I wasn’t sure why she had such an aversion to the pet name, and I’d tried to refrain from using it, but I hadn’t had much success. Every time I saw her—or felt her—all I thought was, baby.My baby.

“I would never risk that, pretty girl.Yourmouth is the best thing I’ve ever felt. That would be the ultimate torture.”

I felt her moving next to me again and tensed when she ended up poised between my outstretched legs. Her hands clasped my knees and massaged up my thighs. Not being able to see her, I was on edge waiting for her next move. But she slid her hands higher and cupped my balls in one hand while the other palmed the underside of my cock.

“No, torture would be me taking the blindfold off, sitting in the chair across the room, and making you watch as I make myself come over and over again.”

She was right, that would be torture, but that also sounded so fucking hot. Watching her sit in that black leather chair with her legs slung over each arm and her fingers buried in her tight, wet cunt.

Caroline laughed and wrapped her hand around me. “Your cock just jumped like you don’t hate the idea.”

“I don’t,” I admitted. “But I also think I might die if you don’t wrap your mouth around me again.”

She hummed and pumped me in long, hard strokes. “You’re so dramatic. Lucky for you, I want your cock in my mouth again.” And she did just that. She sucked only the head into her mouth and worked her hand up and down my shaft.

Seconds, all it took was seconds of her merciless, perfect pace to make my balls draw up. But the moment it began, Caroline stopped. She lifted her mouth off me, and I muttered a curse, groaning toward the ceiling.

When her hand started back up again, and she replaced her mouth, I was immediately barreling toward ecstasy again. I planted my heels on the bed and shifted my hips. She removed her hand and let me fuck up into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged but took everything I gave her. And the sounds she was making?—

“Fuck, Caroline. Don’t stop—don’t—” I didn’t know what I was saying, each word was a mumbled, garbled plea. The need inside me was building, and my ability to make any sense was long gone. All I was thinking about was how badly I wanted to—needed to—come.

But then she stopped again, and I realized what she was doing. She’d tied me up, blindfolded me, and now, I wasn’t going to come until she allowed me to.

SEVENTEEN

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Caroline

Maybe I was sadistic,but I loved the sound of Ryder’s whimpered pleas.

It had been a careful dance, pulling back at the precise moment when he was about to come and letting the edge quickly taper off. By the fifth time, I thought he was on the verge of crying. His cock was red, the tip nearly purple, and angrily hard. I could see the thick veins pulsing just beneath the taut skin.

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