captivity. To feel him again. Against me. Inside of me.
“I love this,” he says, running his knuckles over my cheek, and I know he’s talking about my blushing because he’s said as much before. I lean into his touch and look up at him with parted lips. “I want to see you blush everywhere.”
His nostrils flare as he drops to his knees and parts my thighs with his hands. He pushes my panties to the side, burying his nose between my folds, inhaling deeply. I close my legs out of sheer embarrassment, but he shakes his head. “You can’t fucking hide from me,” he growls against my clit. The stubble on his face causes a friction that sends the pulsing sensation in my core into overdrive, tightening, needing, feeling all too empty. Pike digs his fingers into my thighs, keeping them spread apart. “Don’t you fucking dare to try and keep me from what’s mine.” He swipes his tongue over my clit and grazes his teeth over the sensitive nub. I buck, my back flying off the mattress as a blinding jolt of pleasure shocks me like I’ve been struck by lightning.
Pike holds me down, pressing on my lower stomach, keeping me pressed against the sink. “Where do you think you’re going?” He chuckles, repeating the lick with very much the same, if not a stronger, response from me. He, then, opens his mouth, licking and sucking on my clit, gently at first, like he’s kissing my lips, passionately, furiously before circling his tongue faster and faster in a rhythm that has me turning my head from one side to the other on the mattress, unsure of what to do while my body is being assaulted with the most extreme pleasure in existence.
He grabs my ankles and pushes them up, bringing my knees to my chest and parting my legs even wider. His tongue moves faster. He swirls and sucks, inserting a finger and lightly biting on my clit at the same time. The tightness in my lower stomach releases into an atomic bomb of an orgasm that explodes with such ferocity that my muscles spasm as they contract, sending me into a blinding wave of pleasure that I’m sure I’ll drown in.
He stands, leaving me breathless and spread before him. I feel the loss of his touch while burning for more.
“Don’t worry. I ain’t fuckin’ going nowhere,” he assures me, knowing exactly what I want. What I need. “I ain’t done with you yet.”
He reaches behind my neck and lifts my head up to kiss me, his tongue exploring my greedy mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. “You taste so fucking good. Everywhere,” he says against my lips, never breaking the kiss. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. My hard nipples graze his chest, sending an aftershock of rippling pleasure through my entire body. “You want more, Mic?”
I can only nod against his mouth, breathing heavily.
“You want it all?” he asks, sounding raspy and rough as if he’s about to lose control.
“Yes,” I manage to say, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. I wrap my legs around his waist again and dig my heels into his ass, urging him on.
He hisses. “Fuck, Mic, I wish I could take my time with you.”
“There’s no time. I want you to fuck me,” I hear myself say, although it doesn’t even sound like me. My need for Pike has become a full body possession of lust and want.
Pike spins me around and bends me over the sink. I grip the edge to prevent falling face-first against the porcelain. I glance up at him through the mirror to where he's standing behind me, appraising my body with fierce heat in his fiery eyes. He molds his body against mine. I close my eyes at the sensation I've been dreaming about since the last time I saw him. I relish in his scent, his heat.
"Open your eyes, Mic," he orders. "I want you to see this. To see us," he demands, unbuckling his jeans and pushing down on his boxers.
My only response is a whimper. I have no words.
Only need.
As ordered, I open my eyes.
Pike grazes the back of my neck with his lips. "I want to see your reaction in the mirror as you take my cock. I want you to see mine as I give it to you. I'm not just going to fuck you. This