Page 64 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

Precum drips onto my stomach, my dick bouncing against my skin. It’s like every ounce of desperation within me is channeling itself into the movement of my dick.

Bluebell brings both hands to it and wraps those thin fingers around it, squeezing tightly. Eyes locked to mine, she pulls her hands carefully down my dick and back up. Swirling her fingers over my crown, she gathers up the moisture there and uses it to jack me again.

Sparks fly from her fingertips and tickle downward as she massages me from tip to base. My hips move entirely of their own accord, helping her, desperate for more of her. I’m still not ready when she leans down and sucks the entire tip of my cock between those sweet blue lips.

I arch and fall back onto the sheets, right hand coming to the back of her head. Steady movements up and down take me deeper and deeper as I resist the urge to thrust hard and fast up into that sweet mouth.

“I’m losing control,” I groan between gritted teeth. “Bluebell, stop. Don’t stop. I can’t think. Godsssssss.”

She pulls off me and bends to place a kiss on the tip. “Sounds to me like you’re a male on the edge, Mister Alkazar.”

When she slides back down onto me, taking me nearly to the root, I growl.

“You keep doing that, baby, and I’m gonna pull you onto this dick and bite you. Gods, I want to bite you so damn hard.”

She glances up at me with a saucy look. “So do it, big boy. I dare you.”

A dare?

A challenge?

Snarling, I shoot upward and flip us so she’s beneath me. Wearing too many clothes, but beneath me.

“You’re mine, Bluebell Tucker. I know it. You know it. And the reason we made that pact twenty years ago and I kept that bracelet is because I saved my claiming bite for you. But we both know that; ain’t that right?”

She leans down and bares her neck to me, dragging the slim column over my mouth. “Do it, then.” Her voice is roughshod, teasing.

“You’re pushing me,” I manage, biting the closest bit of skin and pulling it carefully. “I love the way you taste. Have I told you that today?”

“Not today,” she says with a little moan. “But you haven’t tasted that much of me today, Hadrian.”

Snarling with need, I pull her shirt off, toss it aside, and move to her pants next, removing the soft fabric to reveal a bright blue lace ensemble that matches the darkest part of her hair.

“You did this for me?” I roll her to her stomach and kiss the dimples above her ass. “It’s beautiful.”

“Mmm.” She pushes her ass up against my mouth.

Biting my way down the swell of her cheek, I pull the blue lace off with my teeth. Once it’s outta my way, I bring it to my nose and breathe in, closing my eyes.

“You smell so good, Bluebell.” Sucking the panties into my mouth, I moan at her taste. She was hot when she arrived, but these panties are soaked through with need. A need it’s my sole purpose to fill.

She winks at me over her shoulder. “I bet the real thing tastes even better, mate.”

Mate.

After tossing the panties aside, I pull her ass up and bury my mouth against her pucker, laving at the tight rim of muscle. She rocks hard against me with a needy groan that has my dick throbbing against my thigh. Moving down, I swirl my tongue against her opening. Sweet honey coats my nose and mouth as I bury myself as far inside her as I can go.

Her pussy clenches around my tongue, but I want her desperate. I want her out of her mind. Bringing my hand up, I rub her asshole with one finger while I slide my middle finger into her slit. She jolts and rocks away from me, then back hard, fucking herself on my fingers while I swirl my tongue over her clit. She’s gonna come and squirt all over me, and I need it.

Snarling, I focus on eating hard, steady, methodically. Bluebell’s thighs quiver against my skin as she starts moaning. The moans turn into cries, cries I’ve never heard from her because, last time, we had to be quiet. But we don’t have to be quiet here.

“Hadrian! Oh gods! I’m so close, I’m⁠—”

Bluebell

I’m close, so fucking close. Heat pools between my thighs as I struggle to focus on Hadrian. His fingers are everywhere, his mouth all over my clit. It’s sensory overload, and I’m going to explode any moment.

Just as I hit the top of that beautiful rollercoaster of pleasure, he stops.