Rich Soldier (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 2)

In seconds I’m up and out of the shower. He’s wrapped a towel around me, so I’m not so wet I’ll soak the bed. And then we’re there. He’s got me underneath him, and it’s so achingly familiar that for a moment, my breath catches in my chest. I missed this. It’s not something that I ever let myself wish for because the need was too strong and too deep. But now that I’m here, I feel it. It’s too much.

Pushing the thought aside because I can’t deal with that right now, I watch as he gives my body a long, slow appraisal. He takes in every part of me. Every detail. He takes so long that it makes me blush. And when his eyes return to mine, they’re still dark, but softer. He kisses me, and I moan, letting his tongue invade my lips, feeling the heat and penetration that reminds me of the other things he can do. Will do.

His mouth slides from my lips down my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps and fire, taking his time. Our true urgency was spent back at the construction site, and now we slow down. Wallace licks along my collarbone to my shoulder, and I’m left wondering how it’s possible that a touch on my collarbone can leave me squirming like this.

He’s slow as he drifts his mouth down across my chest, lazily exploring my skin. He said that I was his, and I can’t even say no. I’m tired of fighting, tired of being angry. This feels so good, and while he wants to give me pleasure, I’m going to let him.

Capturing one nipple in his mouth, I groan as his tongue flicks across my skin, making it even harder. Wallace has gotten better since the last time that we had sex. The way he teases me, drawing me in and out, toying in circles and flicks and sucks has me on edge and breathless and I get the feeling that we’ve barely even started.

I think I could come just from this, the way he’s teasing me is sinking straight through me to my core, building up that fire that hasn’t seemed to go out since I saw him yesterday. And just when I think I might burst, he switches to my other breast, resetting the momentum of my body like he’s conducting an orchestra. Holy shit. I must say that out loud because he chuckles with my nipple between his lips, eyes flicking up to mine with a flash of searing heat. Then he goes back to those tantalizing touches of his tongue without missing a beat.

He teases my nipples until I’m writhing under him, arching up into his naked body and begging for more. He finally gives it to me, slipping his arms under my body and holding me close while he explores me with his mouth. The hollow between my breasts and the sensitive skin underneath. My stomach and the lines of my ribs that make me gasp on the edge of pleasure and being tickled. My belly button. My hipbones, another place I never thought would be so sensitive. And then he skips my pussy entirely, making me cover my face with my hands and groan in frustration.

It just makes him laugh, the bastard, because he’s busy exploring my thighs, and then my knees and the sensitive skin behind them when he lifts my legs into the air. And then my ass, which he bites, and I’m left wondering if I want more from him there, something I’ve never explored with anyone before. I’ve had plenty of firsts with Wallace, so that part of it wouldn’t exactly be new.

Finally, Wallace parts my legs, spreading my pussy before him. He stares at it for so long that I blush, and try to close my legs again. He doesn’t let me. “I’m just wondering,” he says softly, “if you’re going to taste the same as I remember.”

That blush just gets worse, and my heart is pounding with nerves. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

The smile he gives me is pure sex. “The best.” And then he puts his mouth on me.

Sweet, holy fuck, I’d forgotten about this. Even though we were young, Wallace has always had the most talented tongue that I’ve ever come across. The few men I’ve been with since have never compared, and now that I’m feeling this again, it’s like the sky opening up and the sun shining down. He plays my body like music.

Soft touches to my clit which he then moves away from and teases my inner thighs. Then he’s back to kiss my entrance and lick me, and away again. Sucking my clit between his teeth, he rolls it between his lips before sinking down and slipping his tongue inside me and licking deep. And then a swirl of tongue up and over the entirety of me. I don’t know what he’s going to do or where he’s going to land and it’s driving me mad. But he’s doing it on purpose because he knows that it feels good, and he knows that as long as he keeps it random, I won’t come until he wants me to.