Stuck on You (Steamy Enemies To Lovers Rom Com)

“Wow,” she breathes. It’s a nice compliment, especially given the somewhat less than graceful way I came to sit on the floor.

Usually, the guy is supposed to take the lead, I mean, that’s just the chivalrous thing to do, but when Ellis’ small hands trail up my legs and end up on my knees, I’m just fine with taking orders—letting her work her magic and have her way with me.

I’m more than fine when she pushes my legs down to the floor and kneels over me. My dick is so hard that I’m literally looking the bastard right in the face, which means Ellis can lower herself down without a bunch of things happening when she does. Yeah, my penis is already that erect. And we are still at what I’d classify as the foreplay step. I think.

God, I want to be on that step.

I realize I’m breathing too fast, and I’m just sitting here, staring at Ellis, but her boobs happen to be really close to my face, and they’re incredibly luscious with the most perfect, dark, little peaked nipples. She makes a sound in her throat that I take as permission, and I bring my head forward while her hands settle on my shoulders. I palm her breast, guiding her to me, and suckle one of her nipples into my mouth. She groans, her nails grip my shoulder, and her hips sink a few inches.

It’s a miracle my balls don’t explode. It really is. Somehow, she managed to turn something very unsexy—me falling on my ass—into something pretty freaking wonderful, which is me getting to taste her delicious, honey-drenched nipples, feeling her sleek legs around my hips, and the delightful heat radiating out from between her legs. She’s so wet that when she sits down on me and grinds against my leg, I can feel all the moisture pooling on my overheated skin.

“God, can I taste you?” I fully expect the answer to be something snarky about how I already am, given that I just had her nipple in my mouth. I draw it back in, teasing, suckling, and rolling my tongue over the tight bud before I pull back. Then, I blow a breath of cool air over it, just so I can watch her shiver and tighten and get even harder.

“Mhmm,” Ellis pants. “How?”

I’m honestly a little shy about putting it out there, so I wrap my hand around her hips and guide her core up my chest. Ellis lets out a squeak of surprise, but her hands hit the floor easily above my head, and she positions herself over me without hesitation. If this is the last view I ever have before I die, then I will die the happiest man on the planet.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she groans, but she lowers herself to my face anyway.

“Well, I’m thinking you’re perfect and beautiful, and I’ll probably die from the first taste because you are exquisite.”

She makes a noise that is half an annoyed sigh and half a grunt, all tinged with embarrassment and a little bit of pleasure too. She’s trying to hide the latter, I can tell. “And if you die, then you’ll die happy. I hope that’s what you were thinking.”

“We’re on the same page exactly. Now, will you ride my face?”

“Will you stop talking and eat me?”

Touché. Yes. Yes, I will. I run my hands over her thighs—which have broken out into goosebumps—and guide her to me as I part her folds and open her up. The first taste of her is indeed exquisite. She’s so wet, and I slowly savor every single drop of her arousal.

Riding someone’s face isn’t exactly noise-free, but she doesn’t seem embarrassed by how loudly I’m enjoying myself. In fact, her whimpers start to come in time with my moans, and her hips swivel wildly. She takes full advantage of my tongue as I explore her, part her, lap at her arousal, and eventually plunge inside her tight, slick channel.

“Oh my god,” she pants. “You should not be that good with your tongue. Actually, yes, yes, you should. But…oh! Oh, oohhhhhh, uh…wow!”

I think that means I’m doing this right. Her hips roll hard into my face, and she rides my mouth, guiding me to where she wants me. She’s not shy about how eager she is or how much she enjoys it, and that’s hotter than anything I could have ever dreamed.

If this is the curse, then…just…wow. Like what Ellis said a few seconds ago.

“God…Ash, can I…can I come on your face?” she pants breathlessly as her hips ride my mouth hard. I slip my tongue back inside her before she rocks against me, and I dance over her folds and circle her clit. My hands grip her waist, guiding her gently, but it’s mostly all her setting the rhythm.