I let his name fall off my lips.
I buck against his mouth.
More. I need more.
He plants one palm against my hip bone, holding me in place.
And he licks me harder. Faster.
Fuck, that soft, wet tongue—
All that pressure in my sex winds and winds.
Tighter and tighter.
And tighter.
And—
There.
Everything releases.
I see white.
Nothing but bliss.
My sex pulses as pleasure spreads through my torso.
But he...
He's not stopping.
"Brendon."
He groans against me.
Like he can't get enough.
My hips fight his hands.
My thighs too.
But he's stronger than I am.
I'm stuck in place.
The thought tightens everything inside me. I'm at his mercy. And—
Fuck.
The tension knots.
Again.
Again.
Again.