31 Flavors of Kink by Leia Shaw & Cari Silverwood Page A

grab at his hand.
    My eyes snap open. Yes, I moved, but my lower body burns so much with need, I could self-combust any moment. “Please.” I release his hand, meet his amused gaze. “More. I’m so close.”
    “BJ,” he asserts with narrowed eyes.
    I don’t care; I just want release. I nod fervently and wiggle my butt, feeling the Throbbinator wobble inside me where it still buzzes like an irate hive of bees. The sting on my ass has merged with the vibrator’s motion and the beat of blood through my clit. Even the fingers holding my nipple connect up and make me so alive and jumping. “Please! Yes!”
    “Okay.” He tips me onto my back. The vibrator plops out and buzzes feebly on the quilt between my legs. “Give me your hands.”
    Willing to do anything to get off, I put my wrists into his grasp. He shuffles to his knees beside me on the bed, pushes my hands flat onto my belly, with his forearm pressing my body down even harder. The strength of the man comes to the fore. With his weight and muscles he can easily keep me there.
    “Don’t kick,” he orders.
    I nod and stare as he searches for the vibrator under my thigh, then slips it back into me. Yes. My body pulses one rung up the slippery ladder to heaven. Leaning on his other elbow between my legs, he begins the relentless in-and-out shuttling of the vibrator. And just like that, I’m panting again. Filled, empty, filled to bursting and empty again.
    Then he lowers his head and sucks on my eager little clit. I feel the sweep and lick of his hot tongue on me, and my head thumps back into the quilt, deep enough that the bedding about my ears muffles my groans. The storm arrives in moments, climbing through my body, boiling up, centering on his mouth and what his tongue and lips are doing to me. Hot and wet, and I’m flung into the blinding maelstrom, my pussy clamping onto the thing inside, my thighs shoving up into him.
    Slowly the thunder lessens; the storm dies, fades. Energy leaks from my exhausted muscles.
    Oh. Hell. Yes.
    He’s done oral before, a few times, but nothing compared to that. We’ve always been connected, but now…will I ever get enough of him?
    After one last lick and nibble that makes me squeak, he sits up on his heels. I peer through slitted lids and whisper, “Thank you.”
    “My pleasure, honey.”
    For a while he strokes my body, calming me like a horse or beast that needs the touch of its owner. “Do I need to cuff you?”
    For what? Oh yes, the blowjob. I’m so at peace, I would give him anything right now, though one reservation pops up in my head. “You won’t come.”
    “No.”
    When he directs me, I roll over and kneel in front of him. Nick moves closer, takes hold of my hair with both hands. The control of my head is enough to drop me into the hazy aftermath of my orgasm. He pushes his cock to my mouth. I wet my lips, open wide, and take him in. But even through the blur of my thoughts, it’s soon obvious that standing on the bed as he is doesn’t make for a smooth blowjob.
    My head moves with the bounce of the mattress, and my teeth graze his cock a few times as it slides into the depths of my mouth. The ever-present worry of where to put my tongue and how to not choke pulls me from my trance.
    He growls, pulls out, and caresses my chin. The intensity in Nick’s eyes, then the way he makes me spin around on my knees and stick my ass in the air, signals impatience.
    He grips my hips and enters me with his cock. I gulp and breathe hotly into the pillow I’ve half burrowed beneath.
    The rhythm and thrust and slam of his body into mine drives me farther under the pillow. Trapped in that little muffled cave, I relish the sensations plunging through me. He increases the force until I’m hitting the headboard and have to curl up closer, arch higher. I want him deep inside.
    Pulse thumping at me, air huffing through my mouth, I become a vessel for him to take. The last rough tunneling entry and drive of his cock makes