me around and pushing into my chest. His palm flattens against the rapid thrumming. As if the organ itself seeks his touch out, it further palpitates, oscillating against my ribs in a steady staccato. When I don’t breathe, he lowers as if tying his shoes, his face level with my hips.
“Put your thighs around my shoulders,” he demands, smacking my bare thigh, then deftly grips it. This is definitely not where I imagined this going, but the voracity of his gaze isn’t one to riot against. If anything, it’s enabling the way my legs begin to spread.
“Toby, I don’t think—” Nerves take hold, warning me. We’re in public. This shouldn’t be happening. Not when his release hotly leaks from me, tracing my thighs and possessing every inch they coat.
He stops my words by kissing the sensitive flesh he just spanked and raising my legs around him, where his mouth presses against my very drenched center. His breath tickles and thrills all in the same motion. Tendrils of desires wrap around me, holding me hostage as he coerces my submission. It’s daunting to know we’re in the middle of the driveway where anyone could see us or catch us, but fuck if that doesn’t drive me toward him more.
My chest rises rapidly as he nuzzles my slick flesh, groaning in a husky way that has me squeezing his head. Running my fingers into the russet hair that’s messy in the most purposeful way, I battle with bringing him closer and pushing him away, slaving against my last ounce of control.
“I’m going to lick your pussy, Sous. I want to feel how you taste on my tongue now that you’re mine.”
Shit.
His mouth.
His? Did he just say his?
Stopping my train of thought with his scruffy cheeks, I can barely process anything. Not just from him touching my most intimate place while it’s still wet from us, but he always uses his tongue as a battle sword, fighting me with each word. I never know if it’ll be a caress or a plundering, but it’s always hot.
Raising his head, he trails his nose up my pussy, dragging it between the seam of me where I’m bound to be coated in our shared release. I groan as his tongue joins the war, waging my emotions and life for pure pleasure.
He’ll win.
He always does.
I never stood a goddamn chance.
“Scream all you want, Sous. The whole world should hear me claiming you as mine,” he grits, swiping my clit with his tongue. It’s slow and savage with as much power as leisure. It’s torturous bliss, and he’s well aware.
His hooded eyes meet mine as he’s buried between my thighs. The hazel hues—bluer like a nearly black sky—glint with mischief and promise as he licks from my ass to my center, not letting me lose concentration.
It’s intense, being eaten out while a stare such as Toby’s penetrates me as surely as his tongue does. It’s seductive and maddening, feeling every sensation from both his ambitious gaze and wicked mouth. He’s wrecking me with each stroke, killing me with every jab, and stealing me piece by piece with every pleased grunt.
My eyes close when a finger enters me. It’s an automatic response as I attempt to absorb each tendril filling my body. He surprises me with his teeth, biting down, forcing my gaze open once again.
“Watch me, Josephine,” he growls after pulling back an inch. “Watch me take you. No one will ever have you after this. No one will make your cunt clench like me. No one will ever be me.”
And fuck, with another lick across my throbbing clit, I’m moaning his name as he laps up our shared release as if he’s been blessed to do so.
My chest bows with each pant, my body spent in the best way. He rests my jelly-like legs on the ground, gripping my hips to keep me from falling.
Before I can say a single word, his palm cups the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. He takes my mouth with an intensity that feels as powerful as the erection pressing into my stomach. How is he already hard again?
His tongue teases my lips, wandering, exploring, claiming. It’s such a passionate exchange, and that fuzziness overwhelms me. My stomach feels warm and electric, like a live wire, waiting to be touched by something living and visceral.
He bites at me when I close my eyes once again.
“Don’t hide those icy eyes, Sous. They’re meant to watch.”