Page 85 of Chasing Home
“Up. All the way to the headboard.”
I move faster than I’ve ever moved before, shoving myself up the mattress. Only when I’m straining my neck to keep her in my sight does she follow me, straddling my lap, her centre finding a home over my boxer-covered cock.
One tiny grind down on me and I’m fisting my hands in her hair, dragging her mouth to mine. One kiss and I’m electrified, desperate for more, more, more. She parts my lips with her tongue before nipping at them, leaving them swollen.
“Is this the taste you wanted?” I ask.
Hands curled in the comforter on either side of my head, she lowers herself and presses down before dragging her pussy up my aching length. My briefs are wet and sticky, precum having seeped through the material. It’s not enough, though. I want them goddamn soaked with her.
“No,” she says on a shaking, pleasured exhale.
“Me either.”
Sitting up, she slides her hands over my shoulders and pecs, those smooth nails leaving white lines on my skin as she touches me everywhere available to her. My stomach tenses when her nails move lower, trailing along the dark hair leading from my belly button to below the band of my briefs. They stall there, running back and forth instead of drifting lower.
She bends, pressing her lips to my abs and peppering kisses all over before her tongue darts out, swiping along each individual ridge. I moan, shuddering at the sensation.
“Please,” I murmur, fighting back every impulse to thrust up against her, desperate for friction.
“Please what?” The question skitters along my wet, sensitive skin.
“Please, touch me. Take my cock out and wrap your hand around it. Then park that sweet pussy over my mouth and let me drown in it. Please, Aurora. I need it. Please.”
My words make her shake and grind down hard on my thigh.
“Yeah, baby. You need it just as bad, don’t you? Need me deep in your throat, my cum filling your mouth so full it drips down your chin. That’s what I want. What I fucking need. Please, give it to me. To us?—”
She moves so fucking quickly I’m missing my last chance to fill my lungs before her pussy hangs over my mouth, making it water. I tug her panties to the side before she has a chance to, freeing up her hands to tug my cock free instead.
“What a pretty pussy, baby,” I whisper, staring at the sight before me. Every swollen, pink inch of her slit.
Her whine fills the room the moment I grip her ass in my hands and pull her onto my waiting tongue. I bury my moan inside of her as I lick from bottom to top, collecting every drop of arousal waiting for me.
I suck on her lips before drinking from the fucking source and finding her clit, circling it just once.
Hot breath fans over my cock, making my thighs tense. She teases me, keeping her mouth above the tip, so close yet too far to feel the wet warmth of it. I curl my toes, keeping from burying myself in her throat.
Turning my attention back to the clit beneath my tongue, I run a few testing strokes over it, grinning when she presses down in response, seeking out more of the sensation. Squeezing the soft flesh in my hands, I urge her forward an inch as I begin fucking her with my tongue.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I spit at the first stroke of her tongue along my shaft.
She repeats the motion three times before slipping her tongue along the underside of the tip and then running it over the precum I know keeps leaking.
I wish I could see her right now as she slowly takes me into her mouth. Those pink lips must be straining to wrap around my thickness. She takes more into her mouth, her tongue flat on the downward glide before swirling around the tip on the way up. Wrapping a fist around the rest of my shaft, she uses her spit to lube it up before pumping in time with her mouth.
I adjust her so I can ask, “Can you take it farther?”
She hums, the vibrations travelling to my fucking balls before they’re being gripped in a small hand. I lose control, thrusting up when she takes me deeper into her mouth. Her following gag pierces through the haze of pleasure as I try to sit up.
“Lay the fuck down, Johnny. Let me gag,” she snaps before taking me deep again, this time gagging louder.
“Fucking shit, Rory. You want to gag? Then gag like a good girl,” I demand.
With a thrust upward, I force almost the entire length of me into her mouth and down her throat. She tightens around my cock, taking me deep as my vision darkens at the corners, and I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard. I alternate between flicking and sucking, driven to near madness as her moans grow in volume, engraining themselves in my mind.
I want to make her come. Need to make her come. I’m far too close already to make her wait. I’ll bring her there first, like I always will. Always her first, in the bedroom and out of it.
With a nip at her swollen clit, I get what I want. Thighs quivering, she collapses on my face, and I shove my tongue inside of her, taking my reward as it flows like honey. I moan, swatting at her ass before I can think better of it.