Page 53 of Run to Me
His lips shake a little. “You’re not only telling me what you think I want to hear so I can feel better, are you?”
“No.” I rest both arms on the table, leaning forward. “I’m telling you what you need to hear. Now let’s get out or here so I can see what rocky road tastes like on your lips.”
I get a little sample of him mixed with ice cream in the car, and again when he shoves me against the wall next to my front door. The keys nearly fall from my hand as his mouth travels over my lips. I don’t care who sees us. We could be broadcasted on TV right now and I wouldn’t stop.
He only stops long enough for me to get the door open and shoves me inside, attacking my mouth again. Laughing against his ravenous mouth, I kick the door closed behind me and he leads me to the couch.
With all his weight on top of me, he pulls off my shirt and then his. He takes a brief look around, smiling. “So this is where you live? I expected everything to be more bright and loud in color.”
“You haven’t seen the bedroom yet,” I grin and he laughs, stroking one of my nipples.
“I’ll let you give me the grand tour later. Right now I want to recreate a first that should only have stayed between us. Not because I’m ashamed, but because I don’t want to share anything between us with anyone else.”
“I don’t think we can add greed to the list.”
He huffs, tugging on my hard nub. “What about generosity? Selfishness? But what I’m about to make you feel should fit all those categories.”
My breath hilts. “You’ll have to do it first before it can count.”
A sexy smirk plays on his lips and it’s so damn sinful, but nothing compared to his hands that won’t stop exploring my body as if it’s their first visit.
“Let’s not waste any more time then.”
Licking his way down to my belly button, he tugs down my pants and underwear in one swoop, rubbing his nose in the dark hair around my stiffening cock.
“So damn sexy.” He traces the veins on my shaft with the tip of his tongue, working his way to my leaking tip. “I’ve missed tasting you here.”
His tongue swipes over a bead of precum and his deep groan is like fire under my skin. “And here.”
“Here too.” He lowers his head to my balls, sucking each one into his mouth as he strokes my cock.
“Especially here.” He rubs a finger over my twitching hole and lifts me by my hips to bury his face between my cheeks. His moans vibrate against my hole, adding to the delicious pleasure I’m getting from his sucking mouth.
His tongue thrusts inside me, tasting me everywhere it reaches and making my body tremble.
I rotate my hips, pressing my ass harder to his face as he licks deeper. Adding a finger, he swirls his tongue around it while giving my cock more hard tugs.
My nails sink into the cushion and I close my eyes, holding back the erupting pleasure inside me. I’m waiting for him to say the magic words—for him to let me know he’s ready for me to let go. I didn’t realize how much I’d longed for this until earlier in the shower. Glen never edges me like this. He never sets my soul alive the way this man can while also having me combust at the seams.
Maybe it’s a bad idea to know what I’ve been missing. To get a taste of what could be mine if things were different. My body tenses against the couch as he continues to drive me out of myskin with his hands and mouth. I’m his to do with as he pleases. To play with however he wants. Those thoughts alone have my hole pulsating and cock twitching. I’m not sure how much time passes while he’s feasting on my hole and plunging his fingers into me.
All I know is when he’s finally shoving his cock inside me my body lights up, inviting him in, inch by delicious inch.
“Please,” I beg. “I need—”
“I know what you need. To have someone else guide you. To make me proud by being so damn good. So damn patient.”
“Yes,” I squeak, wiggling beneath him as he pulls out his cock only to slam it back in harder and faster. He doesn’t take long to find my sweet spot, listening to my body better than anyone else has. He rolls his hips, circling my prostate with his tip before going back to moving in and out. Stars shoot across my closed lids as he grinds his cock, hitting me in all the right places.
“Fuck,” I scream and he kisses my neck, trailing his lips to my parting mouth.
“So perfect for me. You’re doing so good. Just a little more.”
Lifting my ass high, he slams his hips forward, coming on a grunt. Warm liquid fills my hole and he goes back to palming my cock while using my squeezing hole to milk himself. I flail my arms, tears streaming from my eyes, and low whines slip from my lips.
I move my hips in sync with his hand and his lips tickle my ear, whispering, “Give me your cum, baby. Give me more of you to taste.”
My body spasms at his words and I sink into the imploding pleasure, drowning myself in it until my whole world is tilting. His warm lips claim mine, our mouths moving lazily against each other.
