He shoves me back quickly. “Turn around. Ass to my face.”
He grabs my leg, flips me over, and then—smack—his hand comes down hard on my ass. The sting makes me yelp, a shocked sound that’s half pain, half surprise.
“Still like it rough?” he asks, his voice a smug taunt.
I can’t form words. I’m liquid, pliant, completely at his mercy. I just wiggle my ass back at him, a silent, desperate plea for more.
He gives it to me. Another slap, harder this time. Then another. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pulls me down the final inch.
It’s been a long time since we did this, and it’s for sure nothing compared to the sex I have been having. Partially my fault because I haven’t told any of the guys I slept with, not even Lucas, about my fantasies. Partially because what we have isn’t replicable.And even if it was, I don’t want this with anyone else.
His tongue is everything. Hot, relentless, and impossibly precise. The cool metal of his nose piercing presses against my most sensitive skin with every pass, a shocking counterpoint to the heat. He’s not just tasting me; he’s devouring me. He moves from my clit to my entrance, exploring. Between each long stroke, he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of my inner thigh, right where it meets my ass. It’s not a gentle nip; it’s a sharp, possessive bite that makes me jump and gasp, sending jolts of pleasure up my core.
“Fuck, I could eat you alive,” he groans, his voice a muffled vibration against my skin. “Tonight this city learns the only one who gets to satisfy its hunger for you… is me.”
I try to say his name, but it dissolves into a string of loud, shameless moans.
He doesn’t just go back to my clit. He changes his angle, and I feel the flat of his tongue pressing against my ass, the lick makes my whole body lock up in shock. “Fuck, Rabbit,” he growls against my skin. “I want to savor every fucking inch of you.” He does it again, and again, his tongue swirling and probing, filthy and possessive.
Then I feel his fingers at my entrance. He pushes one inside, slow and deep. “So tight,” he growls. “If you can take my cock, you can take this.” He adds a second finger, scissoring them, stretching me open. The stretch burns, but it’s a good burn, a pressure that makes me grind down against his face.
“Tell me, little rabbit,” he says as he works a third finger into me. “Did you miss me? Miss me tasting you?” He curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that makes me want to cry in pleasure. “All this time you were away, was it me up in your head? Did you squirm at night hoping I would stop by to do this?”
I can’t answer. I can only moan, pushing back against his hand, his tongue. He adds a fourth finger, the stretch nowalmost overwhelming. He’s fucking me with his hand now, his tongue still lapping at my ass, and it’s too much, it’s everything.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls his fingers out and his mouth moves, latching onto my clit. He sucks so hard that it’s all I need. For a terrifying second, I’m afraid I’ll crush him, that my legs will give out completely. But he knows. He always knows. His grip on my legs tightens, pulling me down, sealing his mouth as the orgasm shatters through me. It’s violent and overwhelming. I scream his name as he groans, feeling every pulse, drinking down everything I give him.
He holds me there until the shaking subsides, until I’m a boneless, trembling mess. With a strength that still takes me by surprise, he flips me onto my back. I bury my face in his neck, mortified by the intensity of it all.
His hand comes down, cupping my pussy. It’s not to arouse; it’s to comfort, to ground me, letting me feel the last echoes of pleasure as the tremors slowly fade.
“Fucking pitfire,” I manage to gasp against his skin.
He lets out a low, satisfied chuckle. “Miss you too, babe.” He tilts his head, capturing my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that’s the complete opposite of the first one. This one is lazy, the sweep of his tongue makes my already weak limbs feel like jelly.
I taste every trace of my release from his mouth, his chin. My hand wanders on its own, tracing the hard lines of his abs.I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to lick it all.
I bite and lick my way down his body, a trail of sharp nips and wet licks, until I reach the waistband of his pants. He hisses, his abs clenching under my touch.
I pull back. “I should leave my mark and walk out right now,” I murmur, my fingers hooking into his belt loop. “Payback for last time.”
His hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. “Not fucking happening,” he growls, his eyes flashing.
I laugh, a low, breathy sound. “Lucky for you,” I lean in, my lips brushing against the rough denim of his jeans, right over his straining cock, “I’m not done playing yet.”
He lets out a ragged breath. “You miss my cock, Rabbit?”
I just nod, my eyes locked on his as I finally pull his pants down and free his dick.
“This vein right here,” I say with a slow drag of my tongue along the thick, prominent ridge on the underside. “It’s my favorite part.”
He’s bigger than I remember, thick and heavy in my hand. I lick around the head, tentatively, trying to find my rhythm, when he growls, “I don’t like it gentle either, Rabbit. Stop fucking playing. Have at it.”
I tighten my hand around him, and he hisses, “Fuuuck.”
“Like this?” I ask. Instead of waiting for an answer, I take a deep breath and sink down, taking him all the way in until my nose presses against his pubic bone. I hold him there, my throat constricting around the head of his cock, before pulling back slowly.
He hums, his eyes locking on mine, the red bleeding through his irises.
