Page 35 of Wrapped in Red
My throat felt dry with desire, my cock hard as steel, and as I lifted my hips to help CC remove my booty shorts, I was dizzy with want. This was new for me. I’d never had a man eat anything from my body, unless you counted my ass.
“Shirt,” CC growled; his teeth clenched.
When I sat up, he yanked off the shirt and tank top I had on.
“God, Ez, you’re so fucking beautiful. Everything about you is perfect.” He eased me down onto my back again, his finger grazing the tip of my cock. “Do you shave?”
I shook my head. “Wax.” I shivered as he spread the precum over my length.
“Everything? There’s not an inch of body hair on you. It’s so damn sexy.”
I groaned as he pressed his nose against my thigh. “Yes, everything.”
I felt the graze of his teeth before CC’s mouth latched onto my skin. My hands found his hair, and I dug in deep as he began to mark me. Once, twice, three times before he glanced up to meet my heavy gaze.
His lips turned up into the hottest smile I had ever seen on his face as he took the pastry bag and began to squeeze the frosting out across my stomach, up around my nipples, and then over my mouth. CC pressed a light kiss to my mouth before he spread his tongue between my lips. I groaned when the sugary icing hit my taste buds.
“I think I like this game,” I whispered.
“I’m going to like cleaning you up.”
The pastry bag landed against the table with a soft thud as CC’s mouth found my right nipple, lapping at the peaked and hard bud. His teeth grazed over it lightly, before he dragged his tongue across my chest to suck on the left one.
“That’s it, Carson,” I murmured. “I’m so fucking dirty. Lick me clean. Make sure you don’t miss a spot.”
His eyes darted up to my lips before he kissed me again, his tongue invading my mouth to twist together with mine. His fingers dug into my hips to keep me pressed to the table, his cock hard as he sucked and nipped at my mouth.
“That fucking mouth,” CC warned. “It’s going to get you in so much trouble.”
I smirked. “You going to punish me, baby?”
“Can I eat your ass instead?”
I whimpered. “I’m all yours,” I reminded him. “How do you want me?”
“Can...” He closed his eyes for a moment, and I caught his hands shaking. I reached down to take them in mine. I brought them up to my mouth and kissed each palm softly for encouragement.
“Do you want me on my knees, Carson? Or would it be better if I stayed on my back? I can hold my legs up for you.”
When his eyes opened again, they were filled with raw need. “Lie back down for me.”
When I did as he asked, he pushed my thighs up, and I gripped my ankles with my hands.
“Look at you, just spread out like that. So fucking gorgeous,” CC whispered.
“You like it?”
“I fucking love it.”
My entire body broke out in warmth and want. “I need you to touch me, Carson. Please touch me.” I wasn’t normally a beggar, but right now, I felt like I might burst into flames if he didn’t get his tongue inside of me.
CC’s big, calloused hands gripped my cheeks and spread me wide. “Make sure you keep your legs up for me.”
Then his tongue was there again, slowly rolling over my backside, just enough so I could feel it but not enough to feel invasive.
“More, please, baby, I need...fuck.”
He speared his tongue inside of my ass. I dropped my head back against the table. When he wrapped his hand around my cock, I cried out in pleasure, my hand reaching down for a fistful of his hair to get more.
