Page 45 of Burned in Stone
He lowers his head and proves he meant it, pulling the cup of my bra aside and sucking one nipple into his mouth with enough pressure to make my breath catch. His teeth graze the sensitive peak before his tongue soothes it, and I’m already panting.
“Cash—”
I can’t formulate a coherent thought as Cash’s mouth works its magic on my breast, his lips and tongue reducing me to a quivering mess as he rids me of my bra. My fingers lock in his hair, needing more, but he wickedly pulls away, leaving me gasping for air.
“Too much?” he teases. But hunger burns in his eyes.
“Not even close.”
He works his way down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my stomach, my hips, the inside of my thighs. By the time he hooks his fingers in my shorts and panties, I’m trembling with anticipation.
“Lift,” he commands, and I do, letting him strip me completely bare while he’s still fully dressed. There’s something about the contrast that makes me feel exposed in the best way.
“Fuck me,” he groans, spreading my thighs wider. “You’re already soaking wet. This all for me?”
“Who else would it be for?” I gasp as his thumb brushes over my clit.
“Better be just for me.” He settles between my legs, his breath hot against my center. “This pussy is mine now, angel. Going to make sure you never forget it.”
The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out loud enough that I hope the apartment has soundproofing. He’s not gentle or tentative about it, either. Cash eats pussy the same way he does everything—ruthlessly, focused, absolutely relentless. He pins my hips with both hands, tongue moving in tight circles that have me threading my fingers in his hair, and using that purchase to fuck against his face.
“Oh fuck. Cash!”
When he pulls back a little, I let out a whimper. But then he slides two fingers inside me—curling them just right—and I nearly come off the bed.
“Taste so fucking good,” he growls against me. “Could eat this sweet cunt for hours.”
“Cash, please, I need?—”
“What you need is to be patient, angel.” He adds a third finger, watching his digits drag in and out of me, stretching me slow, making sure I feel every inch, every back and forth. My thighsare shaking, my toes curling into the sheets, and I can’t decide if I’m dying or being born into something brand new.
He watches me the whole time, eyes locked on my face with this greedy, awed intensity that makes me feel braver than I’ve ever been. I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body, but Cash looks at me like I’m the only woman left on the planet. Like he could feast on me for a hundred years and never get enough.
“You’re mine now, angel,” he rasps as he fucks me with his fingers. “I don’t care what papers are signed or unsigned in the world outside those gates. In this world, when you accepted my patch and put it on your back, you became mine in the eyes of the MC. That’s the only law I answer to.”
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.I want it. I want all of it. I want his hands, his mouth, his patch on my back and his name on my tongue. I want it so bad it feels like a fever, a bright hot need that has nothing to do with fear or hunger or even lust. It’s the need to belong—to finally,finally, belong.
He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. The sight sends a shudder through me, and I already know I’m about three seconds from coming just from the look in his eyes. But Cash isn’t in a hurry about finishing anything yet. He plants a forearm across my hips, pinning me as he looks up at me, hot breath washing over my core.
“Cash. Please?—”
“Need to come all over my face, don’t you, angel? Been thinking about my mouth on you ever since that night at the bar?”
“Yes,” I sob, my hands fisting the sheets. “Longer.”
“Did you touch yourself, angel? At night when you were thinking of me?”
“Every fucking night,” I gasp, embarrassed and aroused by the confession. “Cash, I’m gonna?—”
He drags his tongue hard over my clit and then hums, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine. “Gonna what?” His voice is all smug dominance muffled between my thighs. “Gonna make a mess for me, Mercy? Show me how fucking dirty my girl really is?”
“Yes,” I say, or maybe I scream—I’m not sure, because the moment he sucks my clit back into his mouth and curls his fingers just so, everything goes white. I crash into pleasure so hard I see fireworks lighting up behind my eyes. My hips buck against his mouth, my thighs clamp shamelessly around his head, and he just holds me there, devouring me, refusing to let me come back down until I’m sobbing his name between desperate, breathless gasps.
“Holy fuck. Too much,” I gasp, pushing at his shoulders.
He pulls back, pressing kisses and gentle bites to my inner thighs, his evening stubble scraping sensitive skin in a way that makes me shiver. When I finally open my eyes, he’s watching me with the most satisfied smirk I’ve ever seen.
“That was fun,” he says, crawling up my body. “But I think we can do better.”
