Death Wish (Deception Duet 2)

A glimmer of silver flashes when he turns, his cock jutting out toward me. He has a piercing on his cock. The silver hoop crowns the head of his dick. The pre-come beading his tip beckons for me. I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll want me to reciprocate.

He climbs onto the bed, his ass muscles flexing. Once he’s settled on his back and pumping his dick with one fist, he curls his finger with his other hand in a come-hither motion. Because I’m in desperate need of his tongue, I obey him, crawling over his strong, naked body.

“On my knees?” I ask, my voice barely audible.

“No, honey. I want you to hold on to the headboard and squat over my face. Put your feet on either side of my head. I need your pussy open and dripping all over me. I want to eat you everywhere.”

I shudder at his words. “O-okay.”

It feels awkward revealing such an intimate place of myself to him, but his eyes drink me in like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. It emboldens me to assume the strange position.

He grabs hold of my ass cheeks, squeezing. “Bring that pretty pussy here. I want to lick you until you can’t think.”

I have to tighten my grip on the headboard and angle my body toward his mouth. His breath is hot against my sensitive flesh. It drives me wild with need. He lifts up, pressing a sweet kiss to my pussy and then he nips at one of my lower lips in a not-so-sweet way. Before I can react, his tongue flattens out and he licks along my slit all the way to my clit. My entire body trembles with pleasure.

“Fuck, woman,” he growls. “You taste so good. I could do this all fucking day and be perfectly content.”

The idea of him with his face buried in my pussy all day is ludicrous. It’s also hot. Very hot.

He sucks on my hole, like he’s trying to drink my arousal right from the source. It’s so bizarre but wonderful, I forget where I am for a minute. All that matters is the hot mouth between my thighs. He growls—so feral and starved—and then pushes his tongue inside me. It’s so filthy and wrong, but I love it.

Testing his orders from earlier, I bounce, his tongue literally fucking me. I nearly black out with how fantastic it feels. He pulls his tongue back out to feverishly lick at my clit. His efforts have me shaking so bad I feel like I might collapse.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Sully. Oh my God.”

He sucks on my clit and then he’s back to tonguing my opening, lapping away more of the arousal he’s responsible for.

“I want this pussy all over me,” he rumbles and then pushes his tongue so deep I see stars. His fingers bite into my ass, urging me to move. Not just move. Grind. He wants me to grind on his face.

So I do.

The erotic slurping sounds he’s making are dizzying. His nose is pressed against my clit and his teeth are pressing into sensitive flesh as he licks me like a beast from the inside.

“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Oh God.”

He sucks on my pussy, his tongue rubbing over my tender nub inside. It’s insanely wonderful. White-hot bliss explodes over me and I cry out in shock, my orgasm seizing me suddenly. I can feel my pleasure leaking over his face and smearing my thighs. My whole body trembles with the need to collapse. He pulls out of my body and then too easily manhandles me down his body.

I slide right over his cock, my body inviting him willingly. His piercing teases the throbbing part of me that he’s licked to life. All I can do is ride his dick like I just rode his face. He grabs my nipple, dragging me down to his face. It’s soaked—drenched from saliva and my orgasm. I like the way I taste on him. Our kiss becomes frantic and starved.

It doesn’t take long before he’s groaning out his release. I’m so wet and slippery from this encounter, the juicy sounds echo so loud I’m sure we’ll get complaints from everyone in the building.

His dick eventually quits throbbing, long after he’s spilled every drop of his release. I collapse on him, burying my face against his neck. Every muscle in my body burns but in a delicious sort of way.

I’m floating on a cloud.

Drifting in and out of blissful thoughts.

This is nice. Really nice.

We remain on the bed, clinging to one another, both of us panting for air. Sparrow must still be at the gym because I don’t hear his voice. I do hear Scout still banging around in the kitchen.

“If Ty could find us…” I murmur, unable to finish that thought.

“Hey,” Sully croons, hugging me closer. “He followed Scout, but he hasn’t told anyone. Besides, we’re in an apartment under our uncle’s name which isn’t the same as ours. It won’t be easy to find us.”