Page 19 of The Wildest One
Not the way they moved their tongues.
Not even in the way they touched me.
Beck’s finger expertly arched up, hitting a place that was new to me. Undiscovered. One that was so extremely sensitive. And he kept it lodged inside, turning just the tip of it in a circle.
I found myself panting.
Arching.
Shouting, “Ahhh,” as my body began to work its way toward the most paralyzing, mind-boggling peak. I tightened—myfingers in his hair, my muscles as the tingles spread, my body—and everything started to happen at once. “Beck! Holy! Fuck!”
Two things stood out the most.
The first were my sounds. Noises I was positive I’d never made before.
The second was this feeling. It was more than pleasure. It was a total takeover, owning my insides, causing my outside to shudder.
“Gah!” I screeched.
Earlier in the night, I’d described to Beck the real moments of vulnerability, but this was on an entirely different level. Because Beck was bringing me here. He was keeping me here. And he was watching me come down from here.
My eyes closed as the initial shock began to vibrate through me, my head pushing against the wall, my body experiencing every quake of energy. The blackness behind my eyelids prevented me from being in the heat of his stare—something I could still feel even though I was no longer looking at him. But I knew he was watching me, catching my breathlessness, seeing the movement come over me, hearing the way my sounds were filling the silence.
“Yes!” I drew in a giant gulp of air, things still swirling and bursting, building in momentum. “Yesss!”
Just the way he knew when my orgasm was building, he also seemed to know when it was on its way down. He slowed his speed, sensing exactly when I needed total stillness.
My eyes flicked open, my teeth gnawing my bottom lip as his finger gently slid out, his tongue lifting from me, sinking back between his lips.
But his mouth stayed, kissing what he’d just finished licking.
“I could spend the whole night right here, licking this perfect fucking spot, eating your pussy nonstop. That’s how good you taste.” He held my thighs as he stood straight, the wetness on hislips showing under the bedroom light. “You’ve got one hell of a cunt.”
What? Is he saying?
To me?
All I knew was that I was dying—over and over and over again.
“I honestly don’t know what you just did to me … but I still can’t breathe.”
He moaned as his gaze dipped down my body and rose to my face. “I gave you my tongue. That’s all it was.” His stare grew, like he was attempting to see through me. “You’ve had a man do this before, yes?”
“Yes—I mean, sorta. It wasn’t likethat, and nothing likethathas ever happened.”
He cocked his head. “You’re telling me another dude’s mouth was on your pussy and he didn’t get you off?”
I nodded. “Yep. That’s what I’m telling you.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, his face even closer to mine. “Now that’s a real fucking shame. Because a pussy like yours should be worshipped. Do me a favor—don’t ever be with an amateur again. Only be with men who will treat your clit the way it deserves to be licked.”
I smiled, and when that felt too simple, I laughed. “Says the guy who just set the highest bar ever and who has a tongue that could probably win awards.”
He showed it to me by dragging it across his bottom lip. “You’ll find someone who will savor you the way I just did.” He took the condom off the dresser and pulled it out of the foil.
I touched his arm. “You don’t have to put that on yet.”
“What are you talking about?”
