Page 41 of Bleeding Hearts

“Stop fucking around and get naked,” he orders, but then presses the tip of his cock against my lips, encouraging me to open. “Do it while you suck me off.”

I feel the weight of his hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place. Then his hips pump in and out while I shrug off my top and reach behind me to undo my bra. Each time he retreats, I hum with pleasure as I draw him back in, savoring the sensation of pressing him against the roof of my mouth.

“God, you are so fucking good at that.” His hands, cool and rough, glide to the sides of my head, tilting my head back slowly, exposing the vulnerable pulse at my neck. “Take me as deep as you can.”

In one swift move, I wriggle out of my skirt, feeling instantly relieved as it falls to the floor. Once I’m done, I get comfortable on the edge of the bed and place my hands on the back of his thighs to steady myself. Inhaling deeply, I prepare to take him further into my mouth by relaxing my throat. It’s not something I do a lot—deep throating. Not anymore, but I used to really impress the college guys by how good I gave head. Probably not something to be known for, but whatever.

I’m comfortable with my sexuality. I’ve always believed what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Why should it be okay for a guy to sleep around, but not okay for a girl? Those guys have to be sleeping with someone, and unless they’re gay or bi, they’re bedding lots of ladies. I refused to let anyone call me a slut or shame me for doing the same.

I liked sex. I still very much like sex.

I especially like sex with the man standing in front of me, doing his best to control his urge to not fuck my mouth. His thigh muscles are tense, indicating he’s restraining himself, waiting for me to signal my consent so he can give me what he desires.

Tears pierce the edges of my eyes as I swallow more of him and hum. My eyes lock with his and I roll them back as I tap his leg. While guiding my mouth along his shaft, he gently pulls on the short strands of my hair. His thrust and speed increase, forcing me to focus so I don’t choke. My only warning is the sudden yank on my hair as he plunges his cock to the hilt, pouring hot liquid down my throat as the pulsating veins throb against my tongue.

“Fuck.” His fingers loosen their grip, and I pull free, the sudden release leaving me breathless. “Fuck. My turn.”

Before I can even gasp for air, he swiftly pins me down, nestling his head between my legs. My thighs instinctively tighten against him, squeezing his head while he sucks my clit and fucks me with his callused fingers. It’s the fastest I’ve orgasmed after giving a man head. The sensations intensify as my core spasms involuntarily, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. The anticipation builds deep inside me. I know it won’t be long before I experience a powerful release.

It’s not a common thing. The last time was with a man who enjoyed withholding pleasure, driving me to the edge repeatedly. We had fun while it lasted, but we didn’t fit outside the bedroom. And the sex, where he didn’t edge me, wasn’t great. After a short week of mind-numbing orgasms, I ended things.

“Nolan,” I tap his head.

He releases my clit long enough to say, “Let go, baby.”

Not knowing any other way to say this, I just tell him. “I’m going to squirt if you keep doing that. And once I start, I can’t stop.”

The feel of his smirk against my core intensifies as he expertly circles my clit with his tongue and slides in a third finger. His eyes lock with mine as he sucks so hard my hips lift, my toes curl, and I’m forced to let go. And true to my word, I squirt, not once, but multiple times while he stimulates my g-spot to keep me from coming down while he sucks each drop into his mouth and swallows.

God, watching him is so fucking hot. I’d tell him if I could speak, but my nerves are on pins and needles and speaking when I’m like this is impossible.

He releases me long enough to crawl up my body. “Now do that again, but this time on my cock.”

I’m about to tell him I can’t, that I’ve never done it outside of oral stimulation. But I don’t get the chance. Because when I open my mouth to speak, he’s already inside me with his impressive cock.

I’ve not measured it, but if it’s not over ten inches, then it’s damn close. And I can’t even describe how thick it is. When I’m holding it in my palm, my fingers don’t touch, so that’s bigger than any other guy I’ve had the pleasure of fucking. As my sister would say, he’s the size that would send most women to the ER. Thank god I’m not most women.

Not only does he have a nice, thick, long cock, but he knows how to use it. Which has to be why, after he warmed me up, I fire off again as he drags it in and out of me at a pace that shouldn’t feel so damn good. The root of him runs along my swollen clit and I feel the buildup burning through me.

“Nolan.” I whispered his name, pulling his face to mine, and kiss him.

He doesn’t stop and neither do I. I’m squirting again, soaking us both. We’re going to have to have housekeeping come and change the sheets if we keep this up.

My limbs finally give out, and that’s when I feel him release inside me. Jerking spasms take over until he lets his weight press into mine. There’s something about having a man do that, be so spent that he can’t stop his full weight from collapsing against you.

“You okay?” he whispers in my ear as he presses up onto his elbows and rolls off of me. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I’m a little sweaty and sticky. But yes, I’m good.” Turning my head, I see him, and a small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “That’s never happened before.”

His eyes narrow, and his gaze sharpens. “Which part?”

“I’ve never done that during penetration, only during oral.” The cool air of the room sends a shiver down my spine.

Rolling off the bed, Nolan reaches for my hand. “Up we go. Time for me to do some after care and bring you down right.”

I reach out and grasp his hand, feeling the strength in his grip as he pulls me snug against his damp, inviting chest. “Bethany.”

“Yes,” I say as I nuzzle in.

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