Page 68 of Chips & Checks
“God,” she whispers. “It really is pretty with that jewelry. And big. Jesus, Bowen.”
I start to stroke, slow and tight, as her gaze trails down the rigid length of me like she’s imagining all the places she wants it. The tip glistens, angry-red and needy, and she whimpers.
“You ever think about sucking it?” I rasp, voice thick.
Vi bites her lip, fingers faltering for half a second. “Yeah,” she says, breathless. “I’ve thought about it.”
I groan, fisting myself tighter. “I want those pretty lips wrapped around me sometime.”
“Yeah, but not tonight,” she adds, panting as her hips grind harder, faster. “I’m too close. Too wet. Too distracted.”
I give myself another hard pump. “That’s okay. I can wait.”
“Bowen,” she gasps, “I need… I need…”
“Come here.” My voice is rough and low with desire. “Use me instead.”
“But… Condom?”
I fumble for my wallet and pull out the condom. “Got one.”
“Fuck,” she breathes, watching me roll it on. “Look at you. So hard for me.”
I groan as she climbs into my lap, skin on fire, breath ragged. “You think I could watch you ride that toy and not be ready for you?”
She positions herself, slow, aching, teasing. “You feel that?” she whispers, sinking down inch by inch. “That’s me. Wet and greedy. Just for you.”
I clutch her hips, head falling back as she takes all of me. “Jesus, Vi—ride me. I need to feel you lose it on my cock.”
She does.
But before she can ride me raw and reckless, I pull her in, crashing my mouth to hers like I’ve been starving for her—because I have. Our tongues tangle, desperate and hot, and I groan into her mouth as she rocks against me, slick heat milking every last ounce of sanity from my body.
I drag my lips down her neck, kissing my way to the valley between her breasts. “You know I’m obsessed with these, right?” I rasp.
She arches into me. “Show me.”
And fuck if I don’t. I wrap my mouth around one aching nipple, sucking like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. My hand palms the other, teasing, tugging, pinching just enough to make her moan and shiver in my lap.
Her hips stutter. “Bowen—”
“I’m not done.” I move to the other breast, licking and biting, marking her with every swipe of my tongue. “These tits… Vi, they’re mine tonight. Every inch of you is.”
She whimpers, gripping my shoulders as her rhythm falters. I slide my hands to her ass and start to thrust up into her—deep, hard, punishing.
And just like that, we’re gone. Lost in the rhythm, in the slick slap of skin, in the sounds she makes when I hit just right.
Worship turns to ruin, and I want to wreck her in the best possible way.
And I swear I could die right here, and it would still be the best moment of my life.
“Hold on,” I tell her. This isn’t the best chair for this, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. I pump into her until I no longer know where she ends and I begin. She smells of vanilla and hope and sex, and I press my face into her shoulder to breathe her in.
“Bowen, Bowen, Bowen BowenBowen Bowenbowenbowen…” She calls my name again and again. Digs her nails into my back. Tightens around me.
I come so hard I see stars. Even so, I hold tight to her so that she won’t fall or move away. So that I can stay inside her a moment longer.
“I should stay,” I tell her. “Tonight. So that we can go to brunch together tomorrow.”
