“Baby, answer me.”
Blinking, I looked down at him, only just realizing he’d turned on one of the lights at some point. How the hell had he done that? His hand damn sure never stopped what it was doing to me, and the other one was strapped down to his chest.
Licking my dry lips, I tried to remember what he’d asked but drew a blank. “What was the question?”
He slowed the movements of his fingers but engaged his thumb on my clit again. “Is this driving you mad?”
“Of course it is. Jesus Christ, Canon, if I sucked on your cock slowly and avoided making you come, how would you feel?”
His hand disappeared from between my legs, moving instead to cup my hip. “Turn around so that you’re facing my feet. I’m going to eat you while you suck my cock.”
So, okay, I was a petite woman, but I had insecurities about my body, too. I wasn’t sure about the rest of the female population, but I’d never taken the time to study my ass hole and my vagina. It’d never even occurred to me to do that. Having both of them in his face with a light right there…
“Don’t overthink it, baby. Just do it.”
Turning around, I gingerly lowered my ass, hoping I wasn’t getting my butt hole on the poor guy’s nose. I was pretty sure that’d go on the list of unforgivable things a girlfriend could do.
Remembering what I had in front of me to play with, I looked down at where his cock was waiting for me, its steel length looking almost angry in the dim lighting, thanks to my ass blocking it.
See? This was a freakin’ disaster.
Before I could jump up and tell him I’d changed my mind and to have sweet dreams, his good arm encircled my hips and yanked my vagina down onto his face. There was no dilly-dallying, no discussions about logistics. He just did it.
A tap to my chin got my attention back onto his penis again, and I grinned when I remembered Cyn’s question about it being a muscle and if it’d grow with use. With the tip of my tongue, I followed one of the veins in it until I reached the tip.
I had a choice—torture or no torture?
Given that I was a vindictive bitch, there was no choice. He’d tormented me tonight, and it was time to get him back.
Instead of sucking his cock straight into my mouth, I continued dragging the tip of my tongue over it, making sure to follow the most sensitive parts more slowly than any of the others. Then, with the flat of my tongue, I licked over the head and slowly and gently sucked it into my mouth.
“Jacinda,” he rumbled, right against my clit, making my eyes roll into the back of my head momentarily.
Jesus, but this was hot.
After my next tongue exploration, I opened my mouth and engulfed the tip of his cock again, this time sucking with rhythmic pulls.
Knowing it would drive him out of his mind, I flicked his piercing, increasing the speed of them as I sucked gently at the same time.
Finally, out of patience, Canon latched onto my clit and sucked hard as he pushed two fingers inside me. I came with a cry as my nails dug into the mattress, and I ground down onto him, my insecurities no longer even registering as I wrung every ounce of bliss out of my orgasm as possible.
It hadn’t even left me when I was pushed farther down the bed, and I felt the mattress moving as Canon did something behind me. Then, his hand was on the base of my spine, pressing down as he thrust into me from behind.
“Your arm,” I squeaked, hoping it wasn’t hurting him, which would mean he’d have to stop. Was that selfish? Well, yeah, but it just felt too good having him inside me.
“It’s fine. Arch your back so I can go deeper.”
Doing as I was told—it happened on rare occasions—I gripped the sheets in both fists as he thrust into me hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall.
The cramping in my abdomen had begun, signaling that another climax was imminent. And then he stopped. No warning, nothing. He just stopped moving altogether.
Flexing his length inside me, he rubbed his good hand up my spine. “Doesn’t it feel good having me inside you, Jacinda?”
Nodding, I clamped down on him, hoping he’d get the hint and start moving again, but he didn’t.
“Don’t do that,” he warned. “Now, does my cock feel better than your toys?”
“Yes,” I croaked, hoping being vocal would kickstart his movements.
“Good. So, you don’t need your toys, do you?”
My eyes opened and I blinked as the light hit them. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. We’ll play with them sometimes, but if you want to come, you tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”