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“Is that a challenge?”
I rolled my eyes and shoved passed him. He stumbled a step, but caught my arm before I could get out of reach. His laugh was taunting as he said, “Look at you. Look how flustered you are.” I whipped to face him again. “Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils are huge, your breathing is heavy.” He smirked. “And don’t pretend like you weren’t just staring at my cock.”
I felt my nostrils flare. He was so fucking arrogant. I’d never met someone who could read me so easily, and it was infuriating. If I allowed him to actually believe he had this kind of effect on me he’d never let it go. He’d use my attraction as ammunition to taunt me and I was too proud—too stubborn—to let that happen.
Before I could retort, he pulled me into him and leaned against my ear. “But it’s okay, Mace, because I've been dying to know how good you taste since I met you.” My breath hitched. I felt my hand bracing against his arm. His muscular, strong, hard arm. I squeezed it in a way that felt like permission. He exhaled against my ear. “Challenge me to satiate you. Let me have that pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”
I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped from my mouth. That approving sound was all the confirmation he needed. He moved quicker than I could comprehend, and suddenly his hands were on my hips and my legs were in the air as he carried me backward and set me on the kitchen counter.
His eyes locked on mine as he looped an arm around each of my knees and dragged me to the edge while he lowered himself between my legs. He was so tall that even on his knees, his head raised above my navel.
He slid one large hand across my stomach, raising my t-shirt with it. His mouth replaced his hand as he peppered kisses across my skin, moving lower. He didn't break eye contact as he unbuckled, and slowly—so slowly—unzipped my jeans. His hands roamed across my torso until they tucked inside my bottoms. “Lift your hips, baby,” he said gruffly.
I realized he was moving slowly to allow me time to change my mind. I knew that if I had said no, if I said stop, he would. Without question, without expectation, he’d stop. I also knew that, logically, I should tell him to stop. We shouldn’t do this. It would have inevitable, irreversible consequences, and one orgasm probably wasn’t worth all the aftermath.
But as he tugged my jeans off my body, his mouth trailing along my thighs, my knees, my calves– the chills that shot up my spine, the warmth spreading throughout my core, told me that maybe it would be worth it. Maybe I could have this one thing. Just once.
Because all the desire that I thought I was incapable of feeling ever again. Everything that I knew had been missing for years– it was roaring back. Roaring through my blood. I could feel his lips across every inch of my skin. I could feel his hands electrifying all the atoms in my body.
I wanted this.
Even if just once. I wanted it. Needed it.
I bucked my hips at him. A silent confirmation– a silent plea for him to move faster.
His lips dragged against my legs, planting kisses on the inside of my thighs, until he reached my core. “Can I taste you?” he whispered against my skin.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He kissed the inside of each thigh, moving closer to the place I so desperately needed him. “You’re perfect.” He stilled for a moment, and my body was buzzing with anticipation. I could feel his hands on me, his mouth hovering just the center of my legs. I writhed beneath him, lifting my hips in an attempt to find some kind of contact. He laughed, and I felt his breath against my lower thigh.
The sensation of his fingers splitting me open hit me like a bolt of lightning. I moaned at the feeling of him there. The pad of his thumb pressed down against my clit and began to move in slow circles, as his two fingers teased my opening.
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Hard,” was the only word I could get out between heaving breaths.
“Good girl,” he crooned. Those words—from his mouth—alone were enough to make my eyes roll back. And they did just that as I felt my knees being pushed up, my legs spread wide. His tongue was a brand as he licked me in long strides before settling over my clit. “You taste so fucking good.”
Teasing strokes of his tongue feathered over me lightly. My hands found themselves tangled in the coarse strands of his hair, pressing him into me. I bucked my hips into his mouth in a begging motion. I needed more pressure.
He obliged, looping his arms around my thighs and pressing in tighter. He flattened his tongue and moved in rapid circles. Unearthly moans escaped my mouth as that pressure built at the center of my thighs. “Dom,” I panted.
He slipped my bundle into his mouth, sucking hard before pulling away. “That’s right, baby. Tell me who’s making you feel this way.” His words crawled up my spine, and my entire body trembled with them. His tongue flicked across me again, but I needed more.
“Harder,” I begged. He groaned in response, slipping a finger inside me. I was so wet that it slid in effortlessly. His tongue was lapping at me in hard, swift motions as he added a second finger, curving both slightly upward and hitting me in just the right spot.
Desperate for the release I’d been needing so long, I bucked against his face again. My skin was tight, my body feeling like a band about to snap. My moans cascaded across the room around us, echoing in the otherwise silent space. “Fuck yes, grind on me.” His words vibrated against my center. “Ride my fucking face.”
A tortured sound escaped my throat. I was close– so close.
“Bite it,” I begged.
“Fuck.” His tone was guttural. He began pumping his fingers into me at a rapid pace. The sounds of it were nothing short of erotic as I felt my wetness coating his fingers. His teeth grazed over me, and he let one more teasing lick flutter against my clit before he took it between his teeth.
He bit down gently, sucking his lips around me at the same time. His fingers curved, and he made a beckoning motion inside me. That tight band snapped and the pressure burst. My body jerked and writhed, my hips falling off the kitchen counter completely as I screamed out his name. He used his free hand to scoop beneath my ass and hold me up, but his fingers didn’t relent, and his teeth stayed clamped around me as an orgasm tore me apart and I unraveled around him.
His fingers exited me, and his mouth moved lower as his tongue found itself inside me now, lapping up every last drop of my release until I was entirely spent. My head fell back, my vision clouded in stars. I was sweat slicked, limp with pleasure as I fell down from the sky.
