Brynleigh
The thick jut of his cock was right in my face, the slick tip begging to be sucked, to be cleaned off. I wasn’t an expert in this, but I was dying to have him in my mouth, to feel him stretching me.
I tilted my head back and looked up at him.
“You sure about this?” he asked softly.
I nodded, surer about this than I had ever been about anything in my life.
“Then suck my cock like you need it to survive.”
I couldn’t catch my breath. My pussy was so wet, my nipples hard enough they ached.
I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything before, and although I knew Rooney was worried, wanted to take things slow, all I could think about was how I wanted the opposite of that.
I wanted fast.
I wanted raw.
I wanted uninhibited.
“Go on, baby girl.”
My whole body started to tense, to shake as my arousal climbed to a fever pitch. The way he looked down at me, how he ran his fingers along the edge of my face, tracing my cheekbones, my chin, and moving lower to open my mouth with the digit and slip it inside, had my pussy clenching down harder.
It was like he could see right into me, like he knew what I felt, what I needed. And I knew he’d give it all to me until I was suffocating from it, but still begging for more.
He took himself in hand again, stroked his cock from root to tip, and then brought the head to my mouth. “You want my dick?”
I nodded, knowing that right now I’d be the whore he wanted, but still have all the control, still be the sultry seductress he craved.
Because it’s what I wanted as well.
“What do you want?” His voice was deep, gravelly.
“You. Only you.”
“You want to suck me off until I fill your mouth with my cum?”
God, his words were filthy. They were erotic.
I wanted more.
The tip of his dick brushed against my lips, and he commanded me to open with that small touch.
I closed my eyes, breathed out through my nose, and got ready to suck his dick like a pro. I might be a novice at pretty much all things sexual, but right now I’d make him come harder than he ever had before in his life.
I used gentle pressure at first, dragged my teeth along his length on the upstroke, and then used a hard suction on the down stroke. He groaned when he felt the gentle scrape of my teeth. I used my tongue to tease the crowned head, and ran the muscle back down the thick vein that ran on the underside.
Rooney groaned and gripped my hair as he steadied me and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. His actions spurred me on until I was bobbing my head because I wanted his cum in my mouth, down my throat. I’d never been this needy, this frantic for anything in my life.
But then again, I’d never had Rooney.
His hands were tangled in my hair, keeping my head immobilized as he slowly thrust his hips in and out of my mouth.
“So fucking good.”
I lifted my gaze up to his, my mouth still wrapped around his dick.
His head was downcast, his eyes half-lidded and completely focused on me. His hands tightened in my hair to the point of pain, but I loved that.
I needed that.
Humming around him, I sucked with more enthusiasm.
“Yes,” he hissed right before he buried his shaft all the way in my mouth, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat and having me gag.
He groaned after that happened, my eyes watering, but my pussy wet because I was so turned on. His balls rested against my chin, and with one guttural sound he came.
His cum spilled down my throat, and I greedily swallowed it all.
He tasted masculine and salty, and all mine.
When he pulled his softening cock from my lips, neither of us moved for several long seconds. And then he gripped my arms and helped me stand, pulling me into an embrace and kissing me hard.
“I need to taste you again, need to have your scent and flavor ingrained in me,” he said against my mouth and then had me on the bed, the sheets chilled against my overheated flesh.
Rooney was between my thighs a moment later, having me gasp out, having me needing more.
God, I didn’t know if I could handle him eating me out again, not with how much he’d pleasured me just moments before.
But I wouldn’t stop this. I wanted Rooney any way I could get him.
His warm breath blew across my bare folds, and when he framed my pussy with his big hands, pulling my lips apart, I felt even more exposed. His swallow was audible, and the groan that followed was deep and filled with an arousal that matched my own frantic one.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. I’m going to mouth-fuck you until you come all over me.”
Oh, God.
The way he spoke was so … filthy and exactly how I’d expect an MC member to talk.
I did as he ordered and then felt him grip the back of my knee and pull it up and out, really having me spread for him.
His mouth was suddenly on my cleft, his tongue parting my folds as he ate me out almost violently. I was still sensitive from his earlier ministrations, but I felt my arousal climb even higher in a matter of seconds.
I also didn’t care how loud we were, or if Venom and Rebekah could hear us.
Rooney dipped his tongue into my body. He fucked me with his tongue and lips, his teeth scraping along my sensitive flesh.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, and I went over the edge. I’d wanted to prolong this, but when it came to Rooney there was no controlling what happened.
A low, keening cry left me, and I couldn’t help myself from spearing my hands in his hair and shamelessly grinding my pussy into his face, against his mouth. His deep groan sent vibrations through my clit, and little shockwaves of pleasure slammed into me.
The grip I had on his hair was hard and I knew it had to hurt him, but his groans spoke differently, told me he liked it.
He gave my pussy one last long lick and then he was pulling away, causing me to suck in a gasp of air. But he didn’t leave me, and instead climbed up on the bed beside me, pulled the covers over us, and brought me closer to his body. I curled myself around his hardness, resting my head against his chest, closing my eyes, and letting the post-euphoric sensation move through me.
“You’re safe,” he whispered against my hair.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that was the truth.