Page 99 of Loving the Legend
As I swallow the coffee almond sponge, I hear Mom and Dad singing Stevie Wonder’s “Happy Birthday.” I take a steadying breath. I’ll miss them forever.
Sid wipes my eyes, and I recall a memory created only moments ago—his beautiful face illuminated by the candlelight. Hand outstretched, offering a grace I’ll never forget as long as I live. He gave me the strength to do what I couldn’t for years—visit the past and come away with a sense of peace.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When we’re done eating, I’m ready to melt into a couch. We make our way up to the sky lounge. We’re so far away from the world as I gaze out at the black-silk ocean. Sid hits a switch, and the glass turns frosty, giving us privacy. Before I can crash into the couch, he pulls me into his chest.
“I’ve watched women feel you up all night. It’s my turn.” The tips of his fingers bracket the side of my neck and tilt my face up for a kiss. My mouth is pliant as he sucks on my bottom lip before swiping his tongue inside. He massages my nipple between his thumb and index finger, sending shivers up my spine.
“Of course. All night—ah—” I moan as the tip of his tongue circles the side of my neck. My head falls back against his chest.
“Hmm?”
“I looked for you. I wanted to dance with you.” I turn my face and pepper kisses across his Adam’s apple.
He pulls out his phone. A sultry song fills the room.
“Yes,” I hiss, melting against him.
I remove my robe, needing the hard plains of his chest against my back. His hand cups the front of my neck as wetongue fuck each other. I grind against him along to the beat. He presses against me, his hips matching my rhythm. His tongue licks across my lips. The metal of his necklace creates goosebumps at the base of my neck.
“Why are you so sexy? I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when you were on the dance floor,” he whispers against my ear. “I didn’t trust myself to come near you.”
Why does it turn me on so much to know he was watching me? I clasp his hand and glide it over my erection. “What would you have done?”
He grunts. “I wanted to bend you over a table, slide down your pants and briefs, and feast on you in front of everyone until you were slick and trembling for me.”
I whimper at the thought and roll my hips, trying to fuck his hand.
“Then I’d feed in my dick inch by inch.”
I moan as he rubs his thumb across my leaking slit. I reach behind and massage his erection over his shorts.
“You’d fuck me hard?”
“Punishing.”
“Mmm.” My back arches as I grind against him.
“After I come inside of you, I’d turn you over, suck you down, then feed you your cum. I’d have carried you out with my fingers plugging your hole to keep my cum inside.”
I moan and dip lower, rutting against him, and he is right there with me, grinding forward to the music. We both moan when his teeth clamp down on the side of my neck, and his fingers dig into my hips. I turn and nibble on his nipples before lowering to my knees and unbuckling his shorts. Gazing up into his half-lidded eyes, I cup his balls, lifting slightly, then stroking downwards. My mouth waters as his leaking tip bobs toward my mouth. He hisses when my tongue licks over the tip of his head, and my eyes roll closed, savoring his taste.Everyone talks about the love hormone, dopamine, and the feel-good hormone, oxytocin, released during an orgasm, but what about the sensation that fires up the center of my brain when the first drop of his salty, sweet, metallic pre-cum hits my tongue? A consuming hunger builds from my core. I drag the tip of my tongue back and forth over his slit, lapping up every drop. Staring into his searing eyes, I choke myself on his cock. I pull off with a gasp, then suck him back down. I lick down his shaft while my fingers continue to massage his taint, pressing gently, then firmly.
“Ty,” he moans, head falling back, muscular legs trembling. “Baby, pull off if you want me to fuck you.”
My watery eyes meet his gaze, and my fingers dig into his thighs as his head fills my throat. I reach down and massage his heavy balls.
“Holy fuck,” he cries as his hamstrings hit the back of the couch. I stroke myself with my free hand. Every stroke pulls the chain of a plug, holding back my release. I stroke myself harder, whimpering around his cock. He moans from the vibration and starts to thrust into my mouth. My eyes sting and shudder closed as he slides against my throat. My orgasm swells from the slick sounds of mouth and flesh mixed with his deep voice falling apart.
Oh fuck! I can’t—fuck.
I pull off of him and clamp down on my bottom lip as the intensity of my release shoots an explosion of white speckles behind my eyes. I groan when he rubs his dick across my lips, then bends forward and licks off his pre-cum. Chest heaving, I whimper as he sucks on my tongue and clasps the back of my neck in the possessive way that ignites every cell in my body. I use my cum as a lubricant to stroke his shaft. I pull away from the kiss and tilt forward, smearing his leaking head all over mylips. He moans when I rub my nose into his base, obsessed with his scent.
I open my mouth and clasp the globes of his ass as I suction him deeper into my mouth.
He pistons, releasing delicious moans and grunts, and then his abs clench. “Baby, ungh, fuck,” he babbles.
The intensity of his gaze sends ripples of heat up my spine. I rub on his taint, and his head drops back as a primal sound rips out of him. A moan from the base of my neck gurgles up as my throat is pumped full of his cum. My eyes roll closed as I swallow every drop.
