“If you don’t like anything, just tell me and I’ll stop.” She seemed to get this was hard for him.
It made him embarrassed and angry at the same time. He wanted to bend her over his knee and spank her. He still wanted to give her what she wanted, though. His whole body seized up, torn between the urge to dominate and the urge to please. It was weird and messed up, and he felt like he was being pulled in half.
“Please?” she asked.
Slowly, he released her wrists. Sat back. He watched her through narrowed eyes as he lowered to the bed and rolled onto his back beside her.
Her eyes lit up and she beamed at him, and he relaxed a little. He wanted to give her this. She was fulfilling all his fantasies and then some. He wanted to fulfill hers too.
She sat up and tugged his T-shirt over her head so she was as naked as he was, and then she leaned back over him, taking his cock in her hand. His dick apparently hadn’t gotten the message about his sexual hang-ups because it had stayed rock-hard throughout all that, down for whatever as long as it ended in fucking.
Or sucking, he amended as Iris lowered her mouth over him, watching him with those sultry green eyes.
“Iris...”
She smiled as her tongue snaked out and licked the tip over his piercing, and Meph groaned. Knowing she was licking both their orgasms off his cock got him really fired up. Her tongue swirled around the head, and then she slid him between her lips, her mouth stretching obscenely around his girth.
“Fuck.” His fingers threaded through that sexy blue hair, and he tried to push her head down—to force her to take him, to control her movement—but she resisted, her mouth popping off the top.
“Put your hands over your head,” she said.
His hand clenched in her hair. “Iris.” His voice was a growl. Barely leashed restraint.
“Please?”
How could he resist that sugar-sweet tone? His prickly Iris was full of honey all of a sudden, and he was powerless against it. His fist opened, and slowly, he lifted his hands up to grip the pillow on either side of his head.
She stared at him, eyes racing up and down. “Damn, that’s so hot. Look at you stretched out like that while I pleasure you.” She smiled. “Every girl’s dream.”
He didn’t give a fuck about every girl’s dream—just as long as it was it hers.
His cock jerked as if reminding her where he wanted her attention, but he didn’t demand that she suck it. He was... enjoying this. He liked displaying himself to her and knowing she liked what she saw. Knowing she wanted him to just lay back and let her pleasure him.
As if pleased by his acceptance, she bent down and sucked his cock back into her mouth.Allthe way into her mouth.
“Fucking fuck the goddamn fuck,” he groaned as her lips stretched and her cheeks hollowed, and she sank as far down on him as she could get. He cursed again when he hit the back of her throat. And then she swallowed.
“Motherfucker—Iris,fuck—”
She hummed around his dick, taking him deeper. The urge to grab her head and fuck into her mouth was nearly overwhelming, but he clenched the pillow as hard as he could, determined to play her game now. He’d do whatever the fuck she wanted as long as she kept—
“Yes, baby, swallow me down your throat...” His voice was nearly unrecognizable, nothing but a hoarse growl. “Fuck, you look so sexy with your lips stretched around me.”
Her blue hair tickled his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, and he was pretty sure he was going to sprout angel wings and fly to Heaven.
“You keep sucking me like that, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned, unable to stop his hips flexing up. His abs clenched, and his arms were gripping the pillow with enough force to bench press a train. A sheen of sweat was slicked all over his body like he was coming out of a brutal workout. He kind of was. Holding back probably took more effort than anything he’d ever done at the gym.
Iris popped off the top with a suction sound, and he just lay there panting, so close to coming his brain wasn’t really working anymore.
Sitting up, she swung a leg over his hips, gripping his cock in one hand, and then eased down onto him. She moaned as he filled her, and it was so hot he nearly died.
Her palms landed on his pecs, and she started to ride him. Nice and easy. He wanted to grab her, hold her still while he drove into her from below, but instead, he kept on clenching that fucking pillow.
The butterflies tattooed on her ribs and stomach seemed to flutter with her rolling hips, and he suddenly knew those colorful little bugs would forever remind him of her—vibrant, precious, and beautiful.
Her breasts bounced with her movement, and he watched them, his gaze roving up and down her body so he wouldn’t miss a single detail. The sight of his cock disappearing between her pussy lips was the most glorious thing he’d ever seen.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. “I want to see you come while you ride me.”
