26. Alpha - Cash
The memory of Jules on her knees with those luscious lips wrapped around my cock will haunt me for the rest of my life. So will the desperation in her eyes. That glimmer of need is still festering in her brown depths, because I told her not to come.
And she listened, which completely blows my mind. Her trust in me is humbling. It’s awe-inspiring. I can’t wait to take my time with her, to coax her toward that cresting wave before dropping her into the abyss of sexual purgatory.
Because nothing gets me hotter than the thought of keeping Jules on edge and watching her fall into madness with the need to come.
We end up back in her bed with the sunlight spilling over our naked bodies. Her blond locks tickle my face as I spoon her. I can’t keep my gaze from straying to the sunflower bouquet on her nightstand. The poor thing is past the throwing-out stage, but she kept it anyway.
Palming her breast, I kiss my way along the curve of her shoulder, and her nipple pebbles against my hand. Goosebumps arise on her skin.
And my cock is already throbbing for more.
“Did I suck at it?”
“Jesus, Jules. You sucked the fuck out of it.” I draw the delicate lobe of her ear between my teeth. “And I mean that in a good way.”
A nervous sigh stutters from her lips, and even though we’re talking about something that’s a huge deal to her, she’s still flushed from arousal. “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”
“That’s not even possible. Everything about you has me wrapped, including your mouth. You could suck me forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.” Parting her thighs, I draw her leg back and drape it over mine, opening her for the touch of my hand. And for the longest time, I drive her wild by gently rubbing her clit.
I’m high off the pleading sounds she makes in the back of her throat, the way her legs quake as I dip two fingers into her drenched pussy. But every time she approaches that inevitable summit, I snatch her back before she can dive off the edge.
“Please,” she whimpers.
My uneven breath blasts her neck. “Begging turns me on so much, Jules.”
“You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”
“I want you to beg.” I swirl a finger at her opening before sliding it in again.
“Please, Cash,” she gasps.
“You want my tongue here?”
“God yes.”
“Do you want to come again?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Shifting on the mattress, I push her onto her back and fit my knees at the juncture of her thighs.
“Is that a yes?”
A moan is the only answer I get.
I slip down her body and dip my head between her splayed knees. “I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, blowing a drift of air onto her pussy. I slide my thumb through her wet center then lightly tease her clit.
“You’re torturing me, Cash.”
My dick jumps at the way she says my name—with a jittery sigh that jumpstarts the blood-flow to my cock. “Torturing you intrigues me.”
She’s heaving breaths, her body so tightly strung she can’t stop trembling. And I haven’t even put my mouth on her yet. I crawl off the bed and yank her to the end of the mattress by the ankles. I lower to my haunches, and her knees quake as I haul them over my shoulders.
“I’m gonna lick you until you’re out of your mind.” I raise my head and pin her with my gaze. Grabbing her hands, I push them to the mattress. “But if you move, I’ll stop.”
Fuck, she’s a sight.
Shallow breaths escaping parted lips.
Sweat beading on her temples.
The tint of her skin flushed pink from arousal and the heat of the day. And her eyes. Damn, those chocolate orbs cast me under their spell from the instant she turned them on me.
“Tell me you want my tongue on your pussy.”
“You have such a dirty mouth,” she says, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You have no idea. I want to hear you say it, Jules. Beg me to lick you.”
“I’ve waited so fucking long to be with you like this. Please, Cash.”
We both waited—not only waited but fought against it tooth and nail—and that’s why I want this moment to last forever. I can’t imagine leaving this bed, but deep down, I know all that’s certain is now. This blip in time when I have Jules exactly where I want her.
And I want her insane with wanting me. Hungry for the heat of my mouth and the plunder of my fingers.
“I could eat you out all day.” I blow another hot breath between her thighs, making her spine arch. But she doesn’t move her hands at all. The fact that’s she’s so responsive and ready to obey makes my cock throb with the power she’s giving me.
I bring my mouth down on her, my tongue burrowing its way home until I find the spot. And the first time the heady taste of her fills my mouth is the moment I know I’ll never be able to walk away from her.
Because I’ll always need to come back for more.
More of her smile.
More of her fiery spirit that ensures she never hesitates to tell me how it is.
More of this right here—the core of her sex and my tongue lapping her up as if I’m dying of thirst. Licking her clit in light back-and-forth strokes, I thrust a finger inside her and crook it. From between her spread legs, I meet her gaze, and the way her eyes are glazed over as she pants, her hands curling into fists at her sides where I told her to keep them, busts my heart wide open.
She’s so close to shattering already, yet her willpower to do as I asked is holding her captive.
And I fucking love it.
I add another finger, extracting a cry from her. “Please!”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
She studies me, her brows furrowed in curiosity, and damn, she’s sexy when she bites her lip like that. I have no shame as I pull my fingers from her pussy and use her body’s arousal to lubricate her ass. I gently push a finger into her puckered hole.
She gasps and moans at the same time, but instead of tensing upon my intrusion, she relaxes enough to accept my probing digit. Her reaction storms through me, all the way to my toes. As she arches her neck, I devour the sight of her pretty nipples pointing toward the ceiling, just begging to be licked and bitten. I lodge my finger in her ass all the way to my knuckle.
“You’re so beautiful, Jules.”
“Oh God, Cash. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
I wiggle the finger I have shoved in her back door. “I am touching you.”
“More.” She’s breathless when she says it. Demands it. I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. I slip my thumb into her pussy.
Jules is exquisite perfection with her knees splayed, golden locks tousled around her flushed cheeks as I cup her by the ass and pussy. I lower my head between her thighs and open my mouth over her again.
She’s fucking mine.