Page 45 of Devoured By You
His companions could stay if they wished, but I had a suspicion they’d leave with him. Still, I’d extended the offer. What they did with it was up to them.
There was another reason my heart galloped. The beautiful woman walking beside me, her hand encased in mine, our steps in perfect synchronicity. The height of my desire for her both concerned and excited me. No matter how hard I thought about it, I could not come up with a single woman I’d wanted more in my entire thirty-one years of life.
It wouldn’t last. I felt sure of it, but as long as lust filled my veins, I’d drink from the well of desire until I’d quenched my thirst. At least Aspen wouldn’t plan to spend the night in my suite. She’d read the room and crash at Nolen and Marlowe’s pad tonight, or maybe she could sleep in Jill’s suite.
Jill wouldn’t be using it.
The moment I had her inside, I kicked the door shut and hooked my hands under her ass. Using the closed door to support her, I smashed my lips to hers. Unless the fucking ship was sinking, the first person to disturb me tonight would enjoy a one-way ticket back to Miami courtesy of Princess Juliana International Airport on St. Maarten the second we docked in the morning. I didn’t give two shits who it was. Scarlett Rose, or the president of the United States. Nothing was getting in the way of my cock and Jill’s pussy.
I carried her to the bedroom, still kissing her, my tongue wrapping around hers with a sensuality I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of. She tasted delicious, of sin and strawberries and alcohol.
Settling her on the bed, I pushed her thighs apart with mine, resting in between her spread legs. Her dress rode up, revealing acres of golden skin. The urge to taste every inch overwhelmed me. I dipped my head, tracing circles with my tongue, peppering her skin with kisses, making my way north. Burying my nose in her pussy, covered only by a thin layer of lace, I breathed deeply.
“I’m going to wreck you in the best of ways and the worst of ways.” Using my teeth, I tugged down her panties. She raised her ass. I had them whipped off and on the floor in seconds. I feasted on her. She made these sounds, half moan, half cry, that did things to me no woman had ever done. I swirled my tongue around her clit, sucking the nub of sensitive nerves between my lips.
“I can’t…” She gasped as I used my teeth, sliding two fingers inside her. “God, Blay.”
Flicking my tongue back and forth, I worked her from the inside. I knew I’d hit the right spot when she screamed my name, a violent release tearing through her. Every part of her shuddered through her climax. She gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to draw blood. I didn’t care. I’d bleed for her if it meant I got to watch her come undone again and again. And again.
I left her lying there, still lost in the aftereffects of her orgasm, and went into the living room. When I returned holding a plate of fruit, a tub of cream, and a bottle of whiskey, she hadn’t moved a muscle. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy glistening with her cum, and she wore this look of bliss and satisfaction that made me feel like a fucking king.
As I set the items on the nightstand, her eyes opened. Her gaze went from the fruit to me and back to the fruit.
“What’s that for?”
“I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten yet. Well, other than your pussy, of which I intend to enjoy seconds and thirds, and maybe fourths, before the night is out.”
I reached for a strawberry, pressing it to her lips. She opened without question, and the strawberry disappeared.
“Good?”
She nodded, her eyes bright and filled with wonder. “So good.”
I jerked my chin at her. “Get naked.”
A flush of pink colored her cheeks, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. She pulled her dress over her head, unclipped her bra, and threw both items on the floor, then lay back with a hint of challenge in her expression.
Smiling, I plucked a second strawberry from the plate and put it over her belly button. I proceeded to choose different berries, laying them in a circle around the strawberry. Raised up on her elbows, she watched in fascination, her eyes tracking every move I made. Once I was satisfied with the arrangement, I picked up the jug of cream.
“Is there anything better than berries and cream?” I poured a trail of cream over her breasts and her abdomen, coating the fruit. But I didn’t stop there. I continued south, drenching her pussy. She gasped when I lowered my head and licked the cream off her left breast, biting her nipple before moving on to her right.
“It’s dripping onto your bed.” She groaned when I bit her right nipple. “You’ll get cream on your suit.”
“I don’t fucking care.”
“I’m naked and you’re still dressed. It’s unequal.”
“It is.” I lapped up the cream, working my way to her belly. “But I’m busy right now.” I dined on the fruit and cream, and Jill. She tasted the best of all. Drinking every drop of cream from her pussy, I shoved my tongue inside her. The sound of her moans spurred me on. I gripped her hips tight enough to leave a mark. My cock rubbed against my zipper, begging for freedom. I unzipped myself and pulled it out. Taking hold of Jill’s hand, I wrapped it around my shaft. She tightened her grip, then tugged me hard. Once, twice, three times. I groaned.
“That’s it, Tilly. Be rough with me. I need it.”
She took me at my word, rubbing me furiously, gripping my balls with her other hand, twisting them, taking no fucking prisoners. Just how I liked it. She paused only when a second orgasm took her, her legs jerking and a sheen of sweat coating her skin.
I was close, too close. Gripping her wrist, I tried to get her off me. Instead, I found myself lying on my back with Jill crouched over me. Before I could take a breath, she sucked my cock into her mouth, taking me right to the back of her throat.
“Holy Christ. Fuck!”
She did the same thing again, except this time, she swallowed. I came so fucking hard that stars exploded behind my eyes, and I’d swear in a court of law that I blacked out for a second or two.