Page 63 of Devour

So needy.

Yes. Which was why I prepared myself to beg and plead for mercy. A snack could tide me over and put everyone in a better mood. Hubby couldn’t ignore that kind of practicality.

“I can’t have you moaning in my cousin’s house,” he whispered to me.

And if him telling me that weren’t hot enough, hearing those words dripping from his lips made it all the better. Still, not a no.

Then, I won’t. I nuzzled into his warm neck.

I don’t believe you.

Tell me I can’t, and I won’t.

Eli smiled his evil grin over at me and mentally snickered. I might have made a grave error. One that I would undoubtedly enjoy while simultaneously suffering immensely.

When I buried my face deeper in his neck and took that first inhale, I almost couldn’t believe he didn’t stop me. Then another, and he still hadn’t. I didn’t need to go all-out and really, a small snack could suffice. Eli’s hands wrapped around my hips, prompting me to sigh with relief.

Then he shifted away and rolled me. Literally, it came as such a surprise, I couldn’t even process what he did, never mind what he was doing next. He scrambled on top of me so fast, pinning me facedown while crushing me underneath him. Fuck, he was not playing fair. Of course, he hadn’t trapped me. That wasn’t the point. Not only could I not reach him from here, but when his hips thrust against me, he forced my cock to rub against the bed.

Don’t disappoint me, now. Then another purposeful thrust while he tested my ability to do so.

Maybe because it was him, everything became too much too quickly and not in the way I was used to being overwhelmed. One of his hands near the top of my head ruffled through my hair. His soft breaths right by my ear exuded unmistakable satisfaction. The strain of quieting myself when his swelling cock rubbed against my ass. The steady rhythm of his hips while he made me fuck the mattress. All of this heated my core with the sort of pleasure I never got from him before.

And if all that weren’t enough, he had to go ahead and think, I’d love to screw you just like this.

You win. I whimpered and raised my pelvis for more room and less friction, but he wasn’t having it. Not even after my limbs started shaking from restraint. I couldn’t take it. If you keep at it, I’m going to come.

Really now? Equal parts haughty and doubtful with a dash of amused. Good luck not moaning through that.

Really, really.

And the fucker only mentally cackled and pushed into me harder.

Now, hubs had an acute awareness of how he could get me off, but the gratification while feeding was more sensual than sexual. Even during the most satisfying chomp and humps, neither of us had orgasms. That was the biggest and pretty much the only rule left at this point. We could not have sex. Maybe I was freaking out enough for both of us, but I couldn’t believe he wasn’t at all. And I didn’t want him to after it happened, either.

Enough. Enough. Enough. I gasped.

Hubs stopped and tilted his head at me. Wait… seriously?

I nodded. Going to lose it over here. Trying to be responsible. Trying.

But do you want to stop? Extra emphasis on the want, likely because he knew I didn’t need it, but also that I very much would want it.

Sigh. I shook my head. Definitely did not want to stop, but at this rate, we had to. Every bit of my willpower—and some I didn’t even know I possessed but must have been in reserve—was spent already. If we kept going, he’d send me right over the edge.

Eli’s lips grazed my neck while he brought his whole face closer. Just when I thought I might pass out, he wrapped his hand tight around my mouth and whispered in my ear, “Go ahead.”

The only thing that could’ve been hotter than him encouraging me to finish myself would’ve been him ripping down my pants and fucking me right here and now. Of course, I thought of exactly that while slamming my hips into the mattress. How the fullness could quench a craving I’d had for years—not for sex, but for him. More than anything, the desire in me still burned for the moment he’d finally come undone in my presence.

A couple more thrusts were all I needed to get myself to the point of stifled moans against his hand and blissfully writhing beneath him. And it only got better from there.

Holy fuck, I didn’t think humans could get secondhand pleasure like we could, but there wasn’t any other way to describe what came over him when I climaxed other than a vicarious orgasm. He panted hard right in my ear while satisfaction coursed through him in unprecedented amounts. And of course, absorbing those waves of desire, pleasure, and relief coming off him only made everything all the better for me. No wonder he enjoyed me feeding off of him so much.

In hindsight, that may have been a little too close to sex. And a kiss to my temple while he snickered.

Ya think? I huffed and let my forehead plunk down onto the mattress.

Technically, not sex. You did it yourself.

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