I say nothing. Can only revel in his compliments. The sweetness in his voice when he talks about me. As if he cares.
As if I matter to him.
He takes the sucker and pops it into his mouth. I can hear him sucking on it before he pulls it free.
“Need to get it nice and wet first,” he whispers, his words sounding extra filthy.
Just before he brushes it against my most private spot.
I cry out, shock and pleasure racing over my skin.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I automatically do it, putting myself on complete display. “Look at me.”
I remove my arm from my eyes and slowly open them to find him kneeling between my spread legs, his eyes locked with mine as he holds the sucker up. He licks it, his tongue lapping at it in an overexaggerated way before he pulls the Blow Pop from his mouth and returns it to the spot between my thighs.
A shuddery moan leaves me. I’ve never made a sound like that before, but Oh. My. God. It feels so wrong, so good—what he’s doing to my body with the lollipop.
I’ll never look at a Blow Pop the same way again.
He traces me everywhere with the candy. Through my folds. Across my clit. Up and down, around and around until he pauses at my entrance before slowly inserting the sucker just inside my body.
“Does that hurt?” he asks.
“N-no.” I shake my head.
He pushes it in farther. A whimper leaves me, and I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me as he pulls the sucker almost all the way out before sliding it back in.
In and out.
In and out.
Crew removes the candy and I open my eyes in time to watch him slip the lollipop back into his mouth, tasting me. My lips part. I can’t believe he just did that.
I want him to keep doing it.
He does, thank God. He teases my clit with the sucker, rubbing it in tight circles, ratcheting up my pleasure. My entire body is liquid, loose and languid and completely out of my control. I’m melting into the mattress, completely undone, and when he thrusts the sucker back inside my body, I lift my hips, wanting it to go deeper, though I know it won’t.
It’s too small.
“Jesus, do you know how fucking sexy you are, letting me fuck you with this Blow Pop?” He does exactly that with the candy, and just when I begin to move with him, he pulls it out, holding the lollipop out toward me. “Want a taste?”
Do I? I’m about to ask if I do, but when I part my lips, he slips the candy between them.
Tentatively, I suck on it, tasting the cherry and myself mixed together. A hint of salt and sour with the sweet.
“Fucking hot,” he murmurs, his gaze on me as I continue to suck on the lollipop. When he removes it from my mouth, his lips come crashing down on mine. He kisses me with a ferocity I don’t expect and I drown in his taste, in his fierceness. His need.
He’s on top of me, slowly thrusting against me in time with his searching tongue, his erection pressed directly against my center. I spread my legs wider, accommodating him. I’m naked and wet and aching, and it’s as if he’s the only one who can take care of me.
He’s the only one who can fulfill my needs.
“Wren,” he whispers once he breaks the kiss, sliding his mouth down my neck. “I want to make you come.”
“I’m so close,” I admit, tingling when he lifts his head so he can stare into my eyes. “I am.”
“You didn’t come last time.”
I press my lips together, remembering how I ran away from him. “I got scared.”