This felt like a volcano had replaced my brain and was about to reign fiery hell through my entire body to make sure I was never in control of it again.
I couldn’t fucking begin to guess what he was doing with his tongue along my collar bone, but I was certain that I’d already left a puddle right in the middle of his bed because of it.
Since when was anything about a collar bone erogenous?
“Colt,” I gasped out when I felt his teeth. At some point, I’d latched both hands into his hair because I’d also tightened my grip on the strands.
“Yes, angel?”
“That thing you wanted to do with your mouth earlier tonight.”
“Mhm?”
“Is there any chance you might still want to do that?”
He chuckled and raised his head just enough to look back to my face.
“I don’t think you could even begin to imagine the kinds of sketchy shit I’d be willing to do just for the chance to taste you, Memphis.”
His hand trailed from my breast all the way up my neck, stopping just under my jaw while he leaned down to kiss me. He held my bottom lip between his teeth for just a second when he pulled away. Then his thumb swept across my lips while he stared at me for a second longer.
“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” he whispered before he disappeared again.
He stopped at both nipples and spent a few minutes trying to kill me with his tongue. The sucking, the flicking, the teeth. I was grinding my hips against his body to see if I could find friction anywhere, just imagining that he was about to do the same things to my clit. I heard him chuckle another time before his hand landed on my hip to hold me still.
“Look at you. Suddenly so needy,” he whispered.
“I didn’t come in here for you to patronize me. I came in here for you to fuck me.”
The strangled noise that came out of him made me smile. He shifted right back up my body to lay his forehead against mine.
“Keep acting like a brat, sugar, and one of these days I’ll fuck you like one.”
That did outrageous things inside me.
I read smut.
I knew what that meant.
But what did it mean to him?
Why did I suddenly want so badly to find out?
He kissed my forehead before he disappeared again. A perfectly silent reminder that, regardless of what he said, he really wasn’t going to hurt me. A perfectly silent reminder that this man was doing dangerous things beneath the surface of who I thought I was.
He stopped to chuckle at and then kiss the revolver that was attached to my belly button, and his lips never left my skin between there and my clit. I closed my eyes in an instant at the sensation of his tongue flattening against me, and I felt my entire body tense in response. I hadn’t realized both my hands clamped down on the sheets, attempting to see if I could dig my fingernails through the mattress underneath, until I felt Utah’s hand on top of one of mine. He forced his fingers under mine so I was holding his hand rather than the sheets, and it dawned on me that he was reminding me again that it was just him.
This wasn’t a faceless shadow from any nightmare or a monster from a past moment. I opened my eyes and forced myself to take a giant breath. That was met with an absurd wave of pleasure from whatever Utah’s tongue was doing to my clit.
Not even a full second later, I was shamelessly grinding my entire pelvis against his face; trying desperately to make sure he didn’t stop or change the pace or do anything other than exactly what he was doing that very moment. How anyone could make their tongue move that way was astounding. How he was approaching orgasm territory that quickly shouldn’t have been possible. I even wondered for a second if I should’ve been embarrassed by how easy it was for him to do this.
Then I forced myself to stop trying to understand it. Every moment that I spent trying to analyze what was happening was a moment that I missed letting myself just feel him attempt to suck my soul out through my clit. I was the only person ruining this for myself. And he was pushing a finger into me about the time that I’d come to that realization. Then adding a second finger before I could stop to think about the first, and I didn’t seem to have any control over my own body when my legs started shaking. He took his hand from mine, and I felt it on my inner thigh almost immediately. He was trying to force my legs back apart because I was about to crush his head between them for the duration of that orgasm.
He chuckled once he’d freed his own face, and he crawled right back up on top of me.
“What’s the verdict, Mr. Sketchy-Shit-Just-For-A-Taste?”
“What?” he asked and laughed.
