Page 88 of No Strings
Right.
Leaning down, I lick up along the piercings, then round the base of his head. He hums and sucks my clit into his mouth. I almost stop what I’m doing as pleasure takes over my body. Instead, I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and flick along his slit, gathering the precum with my tongue.
He moans, and the vibrations skitter through my body.
When he inserts his finger and pushes that spot, I do come off his dick with a deep moan.
He shifts his hips up off the bed, silently telling me to suck his dick. How does anyone do this? His tongue is magic, and he expects me to suck his dick while doing it.
I fist his cock while sucking the head. One row of metal balls roll over my tongue. Then another. I bob my head while working my hand. He starts to lift his hips off the bed, and together we find a rhythm.
He has slipped another finger in, stretching my pussy that little bit more, and I moan around his cock. He abandons my clit and licks up to my asshole. The feeling is foreign as he licks over it. I shift forward but he drags me back, all while I still suck his cock.
I cup his balls and lightly pull, causing him to thrust up, while he pushes into my asshole.
“Rhys…”
Starting to roll my hips, I completely forget about his cock, effectively fucking his face. Then he thrusts his tongue into me, and I almost combust. I start to ride his face as he continues to thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt.
“Oh god.”
He nips my clit. Because I said God and not his name. Imove my hand back to his cock and start to jerk him. I’m so close.
My thighs tighten around his head, the closer I get to my orgasm.
He moves his head to say one word. “Cock.”
And I’m back to sucking as he gives my pussy attention.
My orgasm is fast approaching, as he licks and sucks and thrusts his fingers into my pussy. One finger pushes against my ring of muscles, and just as he breaches it, I fall apart. I arch up, screaming my release. He licks me through it; I fall to the side catching my breath.
But he is there in a flash, lifting my head to his cock.
“Open up.”
I open my mouth and resume sucking his cock. He thrusts his hips forward as I bob my head down. Making me suck more of him, causing me to gag. I try remembering what he said about relaxing my throat, but he is so close that he just fucks my throat.
My hand cups his balls and pull slightly, and that seems to be his undoing because he stills. I suck on him until his cum is filling my mouth.
I swallow everything, and then he falls to the side.
“Good morning, Princess.”
“Morning, Cowboy.”
He gives me a goofy smile, props himself up on the headboard and stretches his arm out, silently asking me to go over to him.
I don’t hesitate to get closer, crawling to him. When I get closer, I rest my forehead on his. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I could get used to this.
We’re awakened by knocking. When I open one eye, I notice Beau and Davis leaning on the door frame of Rhys bedroom. I shriek and turn into Rhys trying to hide myself. Rhys just throws a pillow and tells them to fuck off.
“Turn the kettle on,” I call out.
Beau replies. “Already did. Hurry up before the water cools down.”
I get up off of Rhys and find one of his shirts.
“You have a coffee addiction.”
