Page 114 of Wicked Little Darling

And then he moved lower, stuck his tongue out, and pulled one of my balls into his mouth, sucking gently.

I curled forward, unable to take my eyes off him, the sight of him between my legs and that pink tongue laving my balls sending a burning heat across every nerve ending until I was shaking.

“Fuck. Yes, like that. Yes, yes, yes.”

He let go of my sac and rasped, “Yeah? You like that?”

His warm breath fanned over my wet balls, and I wanted him to go lower and use those long, pretty fingers to fill me up.

“Can you fuck me?” I panted.

He paused, tongue out, about to lick my cock. “What?”

“With your fingers,” I clarified, although I wasn’t opposed to him using his dick at some point.

“Do you have lube?”

I nodded. “In my desk. Top drawer.”

He looked down at my cock and palmed it, pressing it to my stomach with a little squeeze.

I thrust into his hand, the sinful look in his eyes making my heart race.

He hopped off the bed and went to my desk, rifling through the drawer. He was back on the bed and between my legs in under ten seconds.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

He uncapped the lube, and fuck, I’d never been so turned on in my life. Lying here almost completely naked, hands tied above me and a devious little darling between my legs was intoxicating.

“Fuck yes, I’m sure.” I spread my legs wider and watched his face as he looked down at my hole. Pink bloomed across his cheeks, and his breathing became shallower.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then whispered “fuck” on the exhale.

He drizzled lube over my cock, spread it around by stroking me several times—fuckthat felt so good—then poured a huge amount into his cupped hand. I twitched when he began spreading it around my hole, the feel of his fingers there strange. But good—because it was him.

I could hardly breathe as I watched him; he had such an expressive face, was so easy to read, and so fucking sexy right now. His eyes were hooded, lips parted as he watched his fingers.

There was a slight pressure at my hole, and I gasped as his thumb slid inside.

He glanced up at me. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, more, do more, Reese?—”

He slipped his thumb deeper, and god it was just his thumb but the feel of itthere, inside of me?—

He pulled it out.

“What are you doing?” I asked hoarsely.

He was repositioning himself, getting a little lower, and when he met my gaze he smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you more.” He turned his head and kissed my thigh, bit into it and sucked on the skin, then kissed the spot he’d just ruined. When he looked at me with the smuggest expression, lips curved in a devilish smile, I thought my heart might actually burst from my chest.

He was so fucking amazing. Beautiful and playful and sexy and sweet and cranky and hot and I wanted to have him forever. Him and all these things he made me feel. It was everything.Hewas everything.

He poured more lube into his hand, brought it to my hole, then wrapped the fingers of his other hand around my cock and began stroking me.

The obscene squelching sound the lube made on every upward pass only turned me on even more. He rubbed my rim with a finger, circling around it while he jerked me off, and then his eyes flashed up to mine as he slipped that finger inside.

My legs trembled and fell open as it slid deeper. I arched my back and tugged on the tie around my wrists.