Page 55 of Cipher

I slowed just enough to make frustration tighten her features. Her hips chased my fingers, and the sight of my sweet, competent Bex reduced to naked need against the wall made my cock leak in my jeans. I caught her nipple between my teeth again while holding her gaze.

“Ask me properly.” I urged after I let it go with a pop. I curled my fingers against the rough little spot inside her and watched her eyes turn glassy. “Tell me whose hand you’re riding.”

“Yours.” She gasped when I pressed harder against her clit. “It’s your hand. Your pussy. I’m yours, Corbin.”

“Good fucking girl.” Satisfaction rolled through me so dark and hot it nearly ended with my zipper open and my cock inside her before the bedroom ever entered the equation. “Now look at me while you come. I want those pretty eyes on the man who owns every orgasm you’ll ever have.”

Her lashes fluttered, but she held my gaze while I drove my fingers faster. Her mouth opened around my name, her tits rising and falling sharply beneath the black cotton bunched above them as the tension gathered through every line of her body. I kept my thumb moving with relentless pressure, feeling the first frantic pulses begin around my fingers.

“Come for me, baby.” I thrust deep and pressed hard against the spot that made her entire body jolt. “Give me every fucking drop.”

Bex shattered with a cry that echoed down the hallway, her pussy clenching around my fingers while her thighs locked so tightly around my waist I felt the tremors running through them. I held her pinned between my body and the wall and worked her through every pulse, kissing the broken sounds from her mouth while her release soaked my hand. She buried her face against my neck when the pleasure became too much, but I caught the back of her hair and gently pulled her head up again.

“No hiding.” I slowed my fingers but didn’t remove them until the last contraction faded. “I love watching you fall apart for me.”

Her eyes were dazed and warm when she managed a shaky smile. “Does that mean we aren’t done?”

“Fuck yes,” I growled as I withdrew my fingers slowly, making her shudder once more, then brought them to my mouth and licked her release from my skin.

The sight deepened the flush covering her face, but hunger remained in her expression as she watched my tongue clean the last trace from my fingertips.

“Gonna need to taste this from the source before I fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.” I took her mouth and gave her the taste of herself, swallowing the quiet moan that escaped while her body softened completely into my hold. Then I carried her the remaining distance, kissing her through the bedroom door until my knees met the edge of the mattress.

I lowered her to the floor before releasing her mouth, then grabbed the hem of the shirt and shoved it over her head. Her blond hair spilled around her flushed face, and the marks darkening across her tits sent another surge through my erection. I filled both hands with the soft globes and dragged my thumbs over the rigid peaks, feeling the dampness my mouth had left behind.

“Beautiful.” I bent and bit gently along the curve of one breast before lifting my gaze to hers. “You were made to carry my marks.”

Bex reached for my shirt, tugging it upward while I helped her strip it over my head. Her palms moved across my chest, tracing the crowned skull over my right pec and following the circuitry bleeding from the design before brushing over the small silver hoops through my nipples. She caught one between her fingers and tugged lightly, and the sharp pleasure went straight into my cock. I groaned and my hips bucked involuntarily. “Fuck.”

I kissed her while pushing her shorts and panties down over her hips, then lifted her long enough to strip them from her legs. She opened my belt and jeans with eager hands, her knuckles brushing the swollen length behind my boxer briefs as she worked. When her fingers curled over my cock through the fabric, my entire body tightened, and I caught her wrist before she could wrap her hand around me.

Concern flickered across her face. “Did I⁠—”

“You touch me now, I’m fucking your mouth before I make it between your legs.” I shoved my jeans and underwear down, freeing my cock before kicking everything aside. “And I have plans for that sweet pussy first.”

Bex’s gaze dropped, following the thick length rising hard against my stomach. The head was dark with need, a bead of precum already gathering at the slit, and the way her tongue moved over her lower lip almost destroyed the answer I had just given her. I wrapped one hand around the base and stroked once, watching heat fill her eyes.

I released myself before the sight of her watching made restraint impossible, tipping my chin toward the bed. “Lie down, baby. Edge of the mattress. Legs open.”

Bex lowered herself across the end of the bed while her hair spread over the black comforter. Her breasts rose and fell quickly, nipples still swollen from my mouth, and when she bent her knees and parted her thighs, the slick pink heat between them glistened beneath the bedroom light. Seeing her completely open and waiting for me made my cock throb so hard that another clear drop gathered at the head.

“Wider.”

Her knees fell farther apart, revealing every intimate inch. I dropped to the floor between them, hooked my arms beneath her thighs, and dragged her ass to the edge. The sudden movement pulled a breathless laugh from her, but it disappeared when I spread her folds with my thumbs and stared at her pink pussy, already swollen from making her come.

“Fuck, baby.” I dragged one thumb slowly through the wet heat and watched her clit emerge beneath my touch. “Look how pretty you are when you’re dripping for me.”

“You always say that.”

“Because you keep getting wetter.” I turned my head and sank my teeth into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark she would feel later but not to truly hurt. “And because I like reminding you that every part of this body belongs to me.”

I soothed the bite with my tongue, then moved to the opposite thigh and did the same. Bex squirmed beneath my grip, trying to lift her hips toward my mouth, but I held her firmly at the edge and continued kissing everywhere except the place she wanted most. Her breath hitched with each slow stroke of my tongue, and her fingers twisting into the comforter told me patience had stopped being a virtue she intended to practice.

“Corbin.”

“What do you need?”

“You know.”