Page 77 of Victorious: Part 2
But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, her hand slides lower, cupping my balls while her tongue swirls around the head with practiced confidence. She looks up through her lashes, and I’m fucking gone. My balls pull up, my body shuddering as the surge rushes through me. My hand rushes to her hair, and I can’t help myself as I grip tight, forcing her down onto my cock harder. A small choking sound echoes up from her, but she continues to pump up and down on me, her eyes locked on mine, a small line of saliva dripping from the side of her mouth, before my breathing hitches. A low groan escapes me as my orgasm crashes through me like a goddamn freight train.
“Shit… Clover… fuck!” My body tenses, thighs trembling, muscles locking as I come hard in her mouth, and she swallows every drop without flinching. I pant hard, trying to come down from my high, my hips instantly sinking back down onto the bed, after coming twice within the last half hour.
She kisses the side of my hip when she’s done, eyes smug, her lips swollen and slick.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” I pant, still trying to remember how to speak.
She smirks. “YouTube isveryeducational.”
I groan, dragging her up to lie beside me, kissing her forehead. “Remind me to send YouTube a damn medal.”
“That good, huh?” Her eyes light up, and I can see she’s proud of herself.
“That. Fucking. Good.” I tip her chin up and brush my lips across hers. “But, now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
She blushes again. “Phoenix, you don’t have to—”
“Oh, I absolutely do. Ineedto taste you, Clover, or I might actually die.” I roll us until she’s flat on her back. “Fair’s fair. AndI’ve beendreamingabout this.”
She giggles, the sound breathless and laced with anticipation. I don’t rush. I want to memorize every sound, every sigh, every shiver.
I start at her mouth, lingering there like I’m sealing a vow. Then I kiss my way down her neck, the hollow of her throat, the soft dip between her breasts. I suck one nipple into my mouth, swirl my tongue around until she gasps, then move to the other, teasing and pulling until her hips start shifting beneath me, restless and aching.
Her hands slide into my hair. “You’re killing me.”
I chuckle against her skin. “Not even close. But I plan to.” When I reach the waistband of her shorts, I glance up. “Still sure?”
Her voice is already wrecked. “God, yes. Don’t you dare stop.”
I pull them down slow, dragging her panties with them, baring her inch by inch until she’s laid out before me like a goddamn miracle. My eyes devour her. She’s flushed, slick, legs falling open for me without hesitation.
I kiss the inside of her thigh first, letting my three-day stubble scrape her skin just enough to make her twitch. Then I kiss the other side while her fingers fist the sheets. Darting my tongue out, I finally taste her.
“Fuck me…” I mutter into her heat, her flavor hitting my tongue similar to a shot of adrenaline.
I flatten my tongue and drag it slowly through her folds, relishing every slick detail. She moans, long and low, her back arching off the bed. I close my mouth around her clit, suck gently, and she jerks as if she’s been shocked.
Her hands fly to my head, anchoring herself. Her thighs are trembling around my shoulders. “Phoenix, oh God…” Her voice is already unraveling.
I add a finger, curling it just right. Then a second. I pumpthem in time with the flick of my tongue, circling her clit faster, harder, switching pressure when I feel her getting close.
Her whole body is tightening, building. She’s writhing, grinding up into my face, chasing that high like her life depends on it. “Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, please, Phoenix.” She gasps, her voice shaking, her legs clamping tight around my head like she’s losing control.
I slide one hand up her belly, pressing it gently just below her navel, feeling every ripple of tension gather like a storm about to break.
“Let go, baby,” I growl, voice rough against her. “Let me have it.”
And she does.
Her entire body locks up, a strangled scream tearing from her throat. Her thighs snap around me, back arched almost completely off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent cry before a shattered moan of my name finally breaks free. “Wes!”
It’s not just an orgasm.
It’s a goddamn detonation.
Her body convulses around my fingers, wave after wave crashing through her as I keep licking, keep driving her through every ounce of it. Her hips jerk helplessly, her nails dig into my scalp, and her breath stutters while her climax rages on and on, wringing every last drop of sensation from her.
She doesn’t come down gently.
