Chapter Twenty-Two
Ashton
My heart is thrashing against my ribcage. I’m so jacked up on adrenaline, I feel like a lunatic. I crouch between her knees for a few seconds, trying to get myself under control. No one’s ever affected me the way Sadie does.
And I’m all too aware of how this might be my last night with her—my last chance to obliterate her will, drive her insane, maybe even make her hate me awhile from the sensation overload I’m planning to unleash on her vulnerable body.
I’m going to destroy her just so I can put her back together again.
My dick is rock hard and longing for the glove of her body. The temptation to sink inside her is too much. I bite my lip until the metallic taste of blood hits my tongue. I might push boundaries, might demand her submission, but she’s spread before me, gagged and bound because that’s where she wants to be.
No matter how much I want to fuck her, I’d never destroy her trust like that.
Swiveling around, I sit at the end of the bed, then I carefully lie back until I’m gazing up at her sweet pussy. I grab her hips and haul her upright, directly above my mouth, and a muffled gasp escapes her.
“I’m gonna eat you out, and you’re gonna be a good girl and not come.” As I slide the tip of my tongue through her wetness, she sways forward and almost loses her balance. Steadying her with my hands at her hips, I prop her up, my biceps straining from the effort.
“Can you snap your fingers for me?”
She does.
“Good. When you get close that’s how I want you to signal me. I’ll stop to give you a short break. But if you come, Sadie…” I lower my voice, and a thrill travels down my spine before reaching the throbbing tip of my cock. “If you come, you’ll regret it.”
Hell, I have every intention of making her come.
She whines a protest—the first of many I plan to drag from her. I yank her down onto my mouth, and she settles her weight evenly onto her knees. I tilt her body until I’m able to feast on her at the right angle, with firm, constant licks of my tongue.
By the time I’m through, she’ll be insane with the urge to orgasm.
This night is all about how far I can push her.
Confident she’s steady above me, I move one hand between her legs and dip into her drenched core. Using her body’s natural lubricant, I prepare her ass for my finger. As I push into her puckered hole, she goes rigid above me, her mewls high-pitched and erratic.
I’m glad I gagged her. I can only imagine the complaints we’d get from neighboring suites if I left her with the ability to vocalize her pain and pleasure.
She snaps her fingers, and I immediately withdraw my tongue from her pussy.
She snaps again. And again. And again.
And I laugh.
“My finger in your backdoor is staying. That alone won’t get you off.”
Her breathing quickens, and I think she’s cursing at me despite the gag. I can’t help but laugh again. I withdraw my finger only to shove it back in, and I love the way she jerks upon the invasion. But if I were really hurting her, she’d be scrambling off of me right now, regardless of her bound wrists. She’s so goddamn easy to read. Her body is sinking toward my face again in tiny degrees, her greedy pussy aching for my mouth.
She’ll tolerate the intrusion into her puckered hole because she wants more of my tongue. For someone as sexually inhibited as Sadie, she knows exactly how to bring me to my complete and utter demise.
Maybe she couldn’t get past her self-consciousness with anyone else because none of them were me. That might sound arrogant, but I feel the same way about her. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that no other woman caught my attention for any length of time.
None of them were Sadie.
She might be the third leg of the tripod that includes my sister and me, but in all actuality, she’s my other half. She’s the one girl I can be myself with. The one girl who’s burrowed so far under my skin, she’s become part of me. I’m not sure when it happened—some pivotal moment in high school I can’t pinpoint, but I know it exists.
Maybe it was the night I watched her go to prom with whatever the fuck his name was. As she went off with some jock I couldn’t help but despise, arm in arm, all I remember is the jealousy that wrapped around my chest, squeezing until I couldn’t breathe.
No wonder Corinne doesn’t remember our time together in high school the same way I do. Now that I’m analyzing that night, I realize how all of my attention had been on the fiery redhead across the dance floor instead of on the date in my arms.
Shit, I can’t even think of Corinne right now. She called right before I left for the hotel, and I know I can’t ignore the pregnancy bomb she dropped on me forever, but for tonight, I need to.
Tonight is all about breaking past the last of Sadie’s defenses, and I’ll use any means necessary.
“Okay,” I say, licking my lips. “Break’s over. No coming.”
I go after her clit with renewed fervor, tongue sliding between her folds until I find that bud of super sensitive nerves. As my mouth closes around her flesh, I lick her in quick, firm strokes. The wicked digit in her ass sinks a little deeper.
She’s lost control of her hips, and she’s doing everything in her power to grind on my face. I hold her up with one hand, keeping her from tipping forward as I lick and suck the hell out of her pussy. If she doesn’t snap her fingers soon, she’s going to come. She’s too inexperienced to last much longer without a cooling reprieve.
Just when I think she’s tipping over the edge, she snaps her fingers, halting the downward plummet she’s craving.
I lift her off of me by a few inches, and my quick breaths drift over her flushed skin. Her thighs are quaking around my head. I slowly roam my gaze up her body, stalling on her pebbled nipples for a few seconds, and find her head tilted back.
Red hair draping her shoulders.
Chest rising and falling with too-rapid breaths.
Drool is escaping her gagged mouth, and the sight of her above me, tense and on the edge, shoots straight to the tip of my cock, making me drip pre-cum. I’m about to pull her back onto my face when I spot tears sliding out from underneath the blindfold.
“Sadie? Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”
A low moan breaks free of the gag, and she shakes her head. I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but her body clues me in. She lowers to my mouth again, encouraging me to devour her with my lips and tongue.
And I do.
We continue this method of sexual madness for an hour or more. I lick her until she snaps her fingers, and every time, she comes back for more.
The unbearable need to orgasm is going to win out—it always does.
And afterward…that’s when the real fun begins.