... and Forever (Next Generation: Chaos Bleeds 1)

Using his fingers, he pushed them inside her tight cunt, pumping them as he worked her pussy. He felt her walls tighten around him, her orgasm getting closer, and he didn’t stop. His name spilled from her lips as she came, and he relished it. Licking at her clit, drawing her orgasm out, he rode her body right along with her.

Drawing her back down to earth, he pressed a kiss to her clit and moved up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“We’re going to go to sleep?”

“What about you?”

“I can wait.”

“You don’t want me to?”

“No, not tonight. This was all about you.” He kissed her again, content and happy.

At first, Tabby was stiff in his arms. He didn’t let her go.

Slowly, she relaxed, falling against him and trusting him as she fell asleep. This was how it was supposed to be with them from the very beginning.Chapter NineSimon lay beside her.

Tabby had woken up a couple of minutes ago. Her body … was different. In a good way. Simon had given her two orgasms last night and other than her using her hand, she hadn’t given him a second one.

Why wouldn’t he let her touch him? Glancing over at him, she saw that the sheets had ridden down to rest at his waist.

Licking her lips, she glanced down then back up. Her name was still inked on his chest. More ink covered his abdomen and sides, but she wasn’t interested in any of them.

What are you doing? Get the hell out of bed and go home.

I don’t want to.

Oh, yeah, and why not?

Because.

Because? Are you freaking kidding me? He gives you two orgasms and already you want to bang his brains out.

Tabby cut off the thought. This wasn’t something she was going to control. Last night had been … amazing. When he’d walked into the bathroom, seconds before she’d been hoping he would. This was crazy. She was so pissed at him for leaving her. Five years without a single phone call or nothing, and yet, she wanted him.

There was no denying that.

She didn’t see a reason why they couldn’t play. They were grown adults, and well, if Simon was going to keep her locked up here, she may as well enjoy it.

Also, you really, really, really, really want him.

She should be ashamed of how badly she did.

But she wasn’t.

This wasn’t the worst thing to want. Admittedly, she didn’t forgive him and this didn’t mean they were okay. Far from it. She was still pissed at him, and she wasn’t going to cave to his every single request or demand.

Moving the blanket out of the way, she exposed his dick for her gaze. Watching him, she waited for him to stop her.

What are you doing?

You have no experience with this.

This was Simon. Not some random guy. Everything with him always felt natural. Even as they’d changed, his arms still made her feel safe. They were normal to her. The scent of him, his feel, it surrounded her and gave her comfort.

There was no changing that.

She moved down the bed to straddle his waist with her hands.

He’d gotten to taste her last night, but she’d wanted to reciprocate last night, only for him to turn her down. This morning, it wasn’t going to happen. She and Simon were doing this.

“If you’re going to suck me off, don’t you think you should wait until I’m ready to enjoy it?” Simon asked.

His eyes were open and he looked down at her.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” He grabbed her pillow and plumped it up beneath his head, lifting him up. “But I want to be able to watch you.”

Damn. She should hate him. I do hate him. This shouldn’t turn her on either.

Wrapping her fingers around his length, she stared into his eyes, waiting for him to tell her to stop.

He didn’t.

His hands moved behind his head and he looked relaxed, calm, ready.

She moved her fingers up and down his length and stroked the tip of him with her tongue. There was already a bead of pre-cum leaking out of the head, and she tasted him. Pulling her hand back, she licked the whole head of him, drawing him into her mouth. She released a little moan and this time he groaned.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

“You like it?” she asked, letting go.

“Yeah, you have no idea how pretty you look with a mouth full of cock. My cock.”

She covered the tip with her lips and took him to the back of her throat, loving his growl. The noise filling her senses, teasing her with the lack of control he showed.

Bobbing her head up and down his length, she took him as deep as he could go without gagging, and pulled up, looking at him.