The tic in his jaw throws me for a loop. Is he angry or horny? I can’t tell. I hope for the latter. I hope tonight is the night he ruins me, steals away my naiveté and finds some peace in it.
In a snap, he throws the cigarette out the window and shuts it, muffling the sound of snow-laden wind. He faces me again, and with his eyes trained on my stomach, he prowls forward. My core clenches at his lazy but charged steps.
He stops a few feet away and reaches out his hand. I gasp as his cold fingers touch my quivering stomach, the reddened skin around my newly-gotten tattoo. It’s the circle of a flame around my navel, and I switched out my belly button ring for a sapphire-colored stud.
His thumb moves over the shape of the flames and I whisper, “It’s the color of your eyes.”
The flames are blue, just like his gaze. I wait for the shame to pour out of me. I’m showing the guy I haven’t even slept with that I’ve permanently marked him on my body. You don’t get any clingier than that.
But I feel no shame. I feel no need to hide from Thomas, not like the way I’ve always felt with Caleb, hiding my feelings, watching him from the shadows.
“I… You remind me of some kind of fire-breather,” I explain further.
Thomas snags my gaze with his intense ones. They mimic an inferno with savage emotions as he comes down to his knees.
“Thomas?” I clutch his shoulders to stay steady.
He breathes heavily, noisily, as if in reply, and then his mouth is on me. His tongue lashes over the jeweled stud as he wraps his arms around my waist to bring me closer.
My head falls back on a low and heavy moan, and my hands travel up from the swell of his shoulders to his thick, silky hair. I thread my fingers through the strands and pull on them when his open-mouth kisses and the suction of his hot mouth become too much.
Is it possible to get wet from someone sucking on your tummy? Maybe it’s crazy, but who cares? I’m wet, and getting wetter by the second as he laps at my skin with hungry, ravenous licks. The area around my tattoo is still tender, and his tiny nips make me feel like he’ll break my fragile body open. The thought oozes out a thick drop of cum from my clenching pussy.
Thomas growls as if he knows what my core is up to. I’m riding the high caused by his needy grunt when my back crashes into the door, and my leg is lifted before settling on his shoulder.
He kisses and bites my lower tummy, sucking in the soft skin, leaving what I’m sure are red marks all over. I look down just as he scrapes his stubble on the inside of my lifted thigh, and cradles it between his arm and his neck. The action is simultaneously arousing and tender, and my eyes are very close to watering. He splays the fingers of his free hand on my other thigh and parts it open. My pussy clenches shyly at being on display before him, making his shoulders bob with a long breath.
Thomas looks up at me, his eyes dark and smoky, burnt all the way through with lust. “I’m going to suck on your pussy, Layla.”
They’re the very first words he’s spoken since I came to him. They sound raspy and guttural, ripped from the depths of his soul. They are enough to make me come and my eyes strain to flutter closed, but I keep them open. I want to see him. I want to see the beginnings of my ruination.
“Okay,” I whisper unnecessarily.
Still staring at me with a fevered look, he nuzzles his nose just over my pubic bone, sending electric shocks to my core. Slowly, he moves down, his lips breathing over my skin. The first contact of his mouth to my freshly-shaven pussy is a shock. It sears me. I feel it everywhere, inside and out.
Thomas sweeps his tongue from the clit right down to the entrance that is aching, has been aching for him. At my moan, he burrows his face closer, rubbing his nose, his mouth into my wetness. He takes a long sniff, smelling me, breathing me in. It’s enough to make me go crashing to the floor, and I would if he wasn’t holding me in his arms.
With a gusty breath, he latches on to my clit and sucks. I moan out his name, my head thumping on the door and my lower body bowing off. It’s too much, the suction of his mouth on that tiny bud. I’ve never had it in someone’s mouth and God, oh God, I’m shaking.
“You taste like cherry. Plum, sweet cherry,” he murmurs into my pussy before smothering it with his lips.
A tiny smile blooms on my lips at his rumbled declaration, but soon it turns into a turned-on grimace. I massage his scalp with my fingers, making him grunt low and gather me close—even closer—in his arms. I arch into his mouth, digging the heel of my boot into his back. My needy actions spur him on and his hardened tongue rains down on me with all its might.
“Oh God, Th-Thomas…” I break off at a moan that originates in my belly. “I can’t… It’s-It’s too much. It hurts.”
He pulls on my clit before letting go of it with a pop. “Good. You make me hurt too.”
With that he dives back in and vacuums my wet, sticky lips. My entire pussy fits into his greedy mouth as he eats it, nibbles on it, chews it out. All I can do is take it, let him make a meal out of me.
Oh God, it stings so good.
“Fuck.” His agonized whisper brings my attention to his bowed head. I loosen my fingers from where I’ve been strangling the beautiful strands of his hair. “Your pussy is so tight, tighter than I ever imagined it to be, and I’ve imagined a lot.”
My breath evaporates as he looks up. He is aroused, flushed and sweating, yet he appears godlike. How’s that possible when he’s the one on his knees? He’s a beautiful, sexy god who has my sticky juices painted on his mouth and chin. It glistens in the yellow light like liquid fire.
“I’m not proud of it. I don’t want to think about it, but you tempt me, Layla, so fucking much. You make me feel crazy.”
With that, he falls on me. That’s the only way to describe it. His lips lock around my clit before going back down to my sopping entrance. He crams his tongue in my channel and Jesus, it hurts so bad, but in a very, very good way. The sting is what makes this entire thing real, and I wouldn’t trade it for a comfortable, all-pleasure fuck for anything.
Now that Thomas is inside, he swirls his tongue, feeling me up. He alternates between thrusting his tongue in and out and bumping it across the crevices of my cunt. The lashing, the suction, the way he growls—it’s all rolling into a big ball of fire inside my stomach. The blue flames around my belly button burn bright and alive.
“I’m…I’m going to come,” I wheeze out, rolling my hips, pulling on his hair. He doubles his efforts—if that’s possible—and pushes me off the edge.
I fall off the tightrope I’ve been walking and come. I fly, shaking and quivering and chanting Thomas’ name.