Page 32 of Whiskey Darling
Chapter Twelve
Allie
“But not at first,”he murmurs, trailing the sash over my throat and down the valley of my breasts. “This first time, you need the ability to touch, to feel. To move as you desire.” The cotton tickles when it passes over my ribs. Flynn swirls it around the divot of my bellybutton, continuing until he reaches the swell of my sex. “And I want to feel your hands on me, too, Allie.”
All the breath leaves my lungs with his admission. When his mouth traces the same path as the sash, I’m definitely sure I can’t breathe. My fingers tangle in his hair as he drives me insane with lust.
Against my hipbone, he mutters, nipping the flesh there with sharp teeth, “Eventually, I will tie you up. And you, my Darling, will love it.”
My stubborn nature holds fast to the idea I still have control here. That this man won’t do exactly as he pleases with me. Until his fingers spread me, I’m unaware that I’m gritting my teeth, determined to prove I’m not easily manipulated.
“No. No, I won’t.”
Flynn laughs. “We’ll see about that.”
Then his mouth, hot and hungry, is on me. Gently tracing my folds with his tongue, he laps at me as if I’m some sort of rare delicacy before sliding a finger up so I’m stroked from the inside out.
“Now, be a good girl and come for me so I can fuck you like I want to,” he commands softly as he sucks my clit into the heat of his mouth, pressing that wicked finger deeper and harder against my inner walls.
This is what it feels like to be consumed. Flames take over my body. Nerve endings spark in a constant flurry of reaction. Flynn neither decreases nor increases his speed, never changes his technique as the fire inside me climbs higher. Although I twist and squirm, desperate for relief, he maintains a steady pace until I’m almost shredding the comforter with my fists.
Then he hits a particular spot. A zone that drives the breath from my lungs. I see stars. My ears are ringing. Black spots dance in my vision when I close my eyes.
“Oh, God. Flynn…” I tumble into the abyss, crying his name. My heartbeat pulses in time with the pull of his wicked mouth as he gathers all that I am and keeps it for himself.
When the contractions fade, my satisfied moan incites him to push me over the edge again. He coaxes yet another orgasm from me with disgusting ease. I swear I feel him chuckling against my skin as he takes and takes with no hint of mercy.
“Please,” I gasp, exhausted from the quick succession of two climaxes.
What precisely am I begging for? More? That he should stop? I’m not even sure…
“Please, what, Darling? Tell me what you want, sweet girl. I’ll give you anything you ask for. Anything…everything…” Flynn’s teeth score the inside of my thigh.
Love bites mark his path.Here. And here. And finally, there. Again.He licks me now in a soothing manner as if apologizing for his unwillingness to stop moments ago.
I sink into it. Into him. Until I’m filled with an unreasonable hunger.
“Please, Flynn. I want to taste you, too.”
Slowly, he rises until he’s standing beside the bed. Those sinful, grey lounge pants are tented in his groin area, hanging low off his chiseled hips. The muted golden light cannot conceal the slabs of muscles stacked along the center of his midriff, defining each rib. I want to memorize them all with my mouth. Burn every ridge into my brain’s memory so I never forget.
“Is that so?” He drags me up so I’m no longer reclining. His head dips, and his lips brush my forehead. “You want to taste me? Show me, Allie. Get on your knees.”
The shadows play off the twin v-lines of his abdomen. Tracing those lines with my tongue is my most fervent wish. On my knees as if in prayer, I lightly grip his hips, balancing myself on the mattress until my nose is level with the middle of his chest. Flynn sinks his hands deep into my damp hair. Tugging my head back, he plants a scorching kiss on my mouth, then releases me.
“Show me,” he whispers again, his eyes almost black. “Now.”
My body thrills to his harsh demand as I slide down his body, pressing soft, hot kisses all the way, pulling the lounge pants along until they slip off his hips. When they pool at his feet, he kicks them aside.
I swallow at the sight of him.
Naked. Bronzed. Muscled and hard as stone.
He’s a god. A gorgeous, controlling, arrogant god. Ready to conquer and claim me. I kneel at the altar of Flynn Alexander, and I’ll worship him in any manner he chooses.
A thin line of black hair leads from his naval down to narrow hips. Massive and impervious to the cool air, his cock swells even more with my admiration. He’s bigger than I imagined.
I lick suddenly dry lips, anticipating having him inside my mouth.
