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of donuts from a nearby place I had completely forgotten about and headed home. We weren’t going to be hungry any more.
We were going to get
sick
.
We ran up the stairs of my house and alternated taking our clothes off and feeding each other. He fed me a donut hole and I sucked the sugar off his thumb, giving him a playful look. I saw him swallow, and he let out a deep growl. He smirked and as my eyes traveled south of his happy trail, I saw he was already hard. I needed to do something about that. I grabbed him by his boxers to pull them down, but he stopped my hand and gave me a devilish grin.
“Later, sweetheart,” he said. “You need to feed me first.” He looked so different now from the guy I had been talking to in the bar. There was absolutely no trace of worry on his face; he was as playful as ever. I was afraid, though, that this sex-and-eating game we were engaging in was the opposite of what I had in mind. I wanted Boyd to give himself to me, not hide behind another sex gimmick, but I played the part and did as he asked.
We sat on the bed and he pushed me back on the mattress. He placed the box of donuts right next to us.
I fed him a crème filled donut and when the filling fell on my stomach, he licked me clean. Apparently, that gave him a brilliant idea. He had stopped me from touching him, but he wasted no time in getting rid of my underwear and kneeled down in front of me. He started licking and teasing every inch of my skin, and my swollen center was throbbing with anticipation. His hands kneaded the flesh of my hips. I knew how much he loved my curves; he made me feel beautiful.
His beard brushed the inside of my thighs as he placed soft, lingering kisses on my skin. Knowing what was about to happen, I could hardly wait.
He teased me for what felt like forever. His fingers slid in and out of me, touching all the right spots, bringing me so close to climax…but suddenly, he lifted himself on his knees and I let out a disappointed sigh. What was he doing? He needed to extinguish the fire building inside of me.
“Don’t fret, sweetheart. I won’t leave you unsatisfied. In fact, I haven’t even started.”
“You’re such a fucking tease, Boyd.” The words came out in a much sweeter tone than I intended. I covered my face with my hands. I was at his mercy. I needed him, badly.
“Your pussy is so damn sweet, do you know that? I don’t think it could get any sweeter…” he said, and I uncovered my eyes to see what he was up to.
“Or,” he added, giving me a dark look. “Maybe it could.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Let’s see if your pussy can get any sweeter than it already is.”
He gathered some of the sugar that had fallen off the donuts in the corner of the box. With one hand, he parted my lips.
With the other, he covered me with granulated sugar.
Holy shit
. He placed my legs on his shoulders and dove in after smiling a devilish grin.
And then he started licking.
Everywhere
.
It didn’t take long for the mix of his tongue and the friction of the sugar on my sensitive skin to drive me insane.
“Ohhhhh, Boyd,” I mumbled, only half coherent. My low, strangled moans escalated as his skilled tongue traced small, slow circles on my clit. He would stop, lick the inside of my lips, and start all over again. The tension building in me was unbearable.
He licked me clean; there was no other word for it.
And, in the meantime, my moaning had gotten out of control.
Thankfully, he seemed to be about to finish me off, or so I thought by the amount of dedication his tongue was giving my swollen clit.
I closed my eyes as the waves of the orgasm crashed through me, my fingers in his hair, my breathing was heavy and erratic.
To come undone like this was the sweetest of tortures. Nothing compared to this, but it was what made me feel most vulnerable. And I was impatient to return the favor.
He looked like the happiest man on earth as I came down from my high, and I showered him with kisses. His smile reached his eyes. Even in the dim light of my bedroom, I could see how beautiful they looked. A rich, warm brown I could never forget. I smiled back and kissed him softly. His arms went around my waist, and he started nuzzling my chest.
Everything was so easy when we were in bed together. Why couldn’t everything else be this easy?
“You were being pretty fucking loud, sweetheart. That had to be good.” I scoffed, and then smiled at him. I wasn’t worried. In fact, I was glad I had the idea to soundproof the adjacent walls of the townhouse years ago when I purchased the building. I had done it so I wouldn’t hear my elderly neighbors wake at ungodly hours, but now I could moan and orgasm away without having to worry about anyone else hearing me.
“It was good. It was amazing. Now it’s your turn.”
I sat him on the bed and kneeled down at the end of it, and grabbed his beautifully erect cock in my hand. I licked the top slowly, and a low growl escaped his mouth. He started breathing heavily as I squeezed gently, moving my hand up and down.
“See, Boyd, the thing is…these walls are soundproof.”
“No shit?” he asked between heavy breaths.
“Yeah, they are. That’s why I was being so…vocal. Now, when I go down on you and make you come, I’ll expect nothing less. I want to hear you. I will be very disappointed if I don’t hear you say my name and how much you love my mouth.”
He laughed. I wanted to bottle up his laughter and keep it forever. I gave him one more teasing look before I took his dick in my mouth and licked every inch of it, circling his tip with the tip of my tongue.
“Fuck, Ally…” he moaned. I started sucking him, stroking him up and down. I ran my hand up his leg, caressing the sensitive skin under his cock. He let out a low, guttural sound, and I stopped.
“I want to hear you,” I demanded.
His chest was heaving and he nodded, his eyes dark, his pupils dilated. When I took him back in my mouth and I sucked harder, he let out a series of praises. “Fuck, Ally…you’re the best. I love your fucking mouth. Sweetheart…you’re so good at this.”
He cradled my face as he was about to come. “I want to look at you as I come in your mouth.” His voice was laced with the sweetest type of distress. I stared into his deep brown eyes as I swallowed his warm and salty cum. Watching him lose control like that was the most beautiful sight. He frowned and closed his eyes as the orgasm continued to rip through him. His broad chest kept rising and falling. He ran his hands through my hair and when he finally came back to his senses, he pulled me up and sat me on his leg.
He tipped my chin up with his index finger, so we were eye to eye.
“Good grief, woman. What is your plan? Do you want to ruin me for everyone else?”
Maybe.
“I can’t help if I give great head. Plus, I was just trying to return the favor.” I shrugged.
“Is that so?” The gleam in his eyes told me he didn’t believe me.
“I’m going to get some water,” I said, disentangling myself from him.
“I’d go get you some, but the truth is I love staring at your naked ass. It’s a sight to behold.”
I punched him playfully in the middle of his chest and went to the kitchen to get some water.
* * *
We couldn’t stop craving each other. It went on all night, as if we hadn’t had enough chances to fuck in the last three weeks. If I thought I was seeing stars when he made me orgasm with his skilled tongue, it was nothing compared to him filling me and thrusting deeper and deeper while his body pressed against mine.
He had a real stroke of genius when he grabbed the vibrator in my nightstand and placed it right against my clit. I had no idea he even knew it was in there; apparently, he had gone through my things at some point. I had never mentioned my toys before, because with him around, there was really no need to use them, but now…I was crying from pleasure—literally. There was no other way to describe it. The man was a machine, and I could not get enough of him. He was too much. I thought I had been holding my own earlier that night, but when he had me in bed, I had no power against him.
At some point during the night, though, the mood shifted and it wasn’t the fuck-me-senseless type of sex any more. As the color of the night turned into early morning light, our movements slowed. Our bodies were exhausted, but still couldn’t get enough of each other. Boyd’s touch was different now. His hands caressed; they didn’t pinch, slap, or grab to get me to come faster. His touch was seductive and it drove me crazy.
In some way, it was also soothing. His hands lingered everywhere, as if he was trying to memorize my body. I never wanted to stop feeling this way. I was drunk on him. My lips were swollen, but I couldn’t get enough. He was sitting up against the headboard and his breath washed over me as I rode him, my breasts bouncing against his chest. He slowed down, keeping one hand on my ass and capturing one of my breasts with his other. He licked my aroused nipple in long, slow strokes. I arched my back and rocked my hips. He moaned against my skin. He brought both his hands to my face, forcing me to meet his eyes, and for the first time that night, I felt that closer connection I had been looking for. His gaze danced between my eyes and my lips. He was studying every move, every reaction as I ground my hips on him, his cock filling the ache that never went away. He caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, and then he took it between his teeth, nipping gently.
“You taste and feel so fucking good, Ally. I can’t get enough of you. What am I going to do without you?” He captured my mouth with his and kissed me until I had to come up for air. Our noses touched, and I smiled. “You’re right. I like you. A lot. That’s why I keep coming back to you. You’re the only one I’ve let in…in a long time. This is me, fucking you, loving you. I’m giving you…I’m
trying
to give you all of me tonight.” He brushed my hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear.
A warm feeling spread in my chest and I grabbed his face in my hands. I kissed him gently. His words were what I wanted to hear, and still, I could sense he had left some of them out. He liked me and he was trying to let me in as best as he could, but his life wasn’t here and there was no future for us. There was no need for him to let his defenses down for a woman who couldn’t be the one.
I
knew
he was this way because of a woman. I wondered who was the one responsible for breaking his heart. For years, I had felt just as damaged, but being around him in the last few weeks had made me realize I needed to give love another try. The future might not include Boyd Rivers, but I owed it to myself to try again.
I was going to miss him a lot, even though I knew it was foolish of me. Now that the alcohol had worn off, I wished I could have taken back all the words I’d said to him in the bar. It was pointless trying to explain what this was. Yes, he liked me enough to fuck me several times, but it was clear as day that he didn’t want anything else from me, from us. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, lifting his hips up and thrusting deeper into me. He brought his thumb between us and started teasing my clit, making me lose the little control I had left.
“Let me watch you come, sweetheart,” he let out in a strangled moan as he brought his mouth to my neck. I started moving my hips, sliding up and down his dick. He brought a hand to my ass, guiding me while his finger kept bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Ally…” he groaned. He said my name between the last few thrusts, and I followed with a plethora of yeses. He collapsed on my chest, making me fall backward, causing my legs to move in a rather uncoordinated way. My head was barely hanging off the bed, the blood rushing to it. We were both breathing heavily, and I held him to me despite my better judgement. I caressed his hair and ran my fingertips along his shoulders and back.
“I’m not moving,” he murmured against my chest. “I’ll stay inside you forever.”
He mumbled something else, but I didn’t quite get what it was. He stretched out to kiss me and did so over and over again.
I didn’t understand what he was up to. I thought we would finally go to sleep, but he didn’t seem to want to stop. My mouth, my face, my skin…my body was his playground.
Then I realized what he was doing. He was saying goodbye.
He got up to clean himself up and then came back to bed, wrapping me in his arms. I inhaled his scent, knowing it would be the last time I would smell it. I knew I was going to be alone once I opened my eyes, and I was dreading it.
I woke up hours later as the sun shone bright in the room through the gaps of the blackout curtains. I reached for him even though I knew he’d had a plane to catch early in the morning.
My bed was empty.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone to check the time.
Shit.
It was one in the afternoon. Good thing it was a Sunday. We had been up so late, I wondered if he had even made it to the airport in time.
I checked my texts and found he had sent me one a few hours before.
I’m going to miss Amsterdam. I’m taking a souvenir home with me.