I sat up on my haunches and reached for him. He came to me and stood at the edge of the bed, giving me the perfect angle to take him between my lips.
Slash groaned in pleasure when I took him deeper and he hit the back of my throat. I licked and sucked until he tugged my hair and pulled himself from my mouth.
“My turn,” he rasped. He settled on the bed and flipped onto his back. “Come here.”
I straddled him, but his hands grasped the back of my thighs, urging me to scoot higher.
“You want me to—”
“Sit on my face,” he commanded.
“But I—are you sure?”
“Woman, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Embarrassment flooded my cheeks when I spread my thighs over his mouth. His tongue flicked out to tease me, and I moaned. The sound was raw and guttural.
He delved deeper, his hands spreading the back of my thighs to keep me in place. His mouth consumed me until I was trembling with my need to come.
Slash’s stubble rubbed against my sensitive skin, sending sparks shooting along every inch of my body.
I quivered, trying to maintain just a bit of decorum, but Slash was voracious and uninhibited. He pressed the flat of his tongue to the bundle of nerves between my legs, and I screamed my release, grinding against his face.
“Ride me,” he rasped.
With shaky limbs, I slid down his body. I took his hard shaft and positioned it at my entrance, slowly taking him inside me.
He sucked in a breath, and I looked at him. His mouth and chin glistened with my desire. I bent over and kissed him, and he drove his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself and kissed him deeper.
I writhed on top of him, feeling every ridge. There was no barrier between us, and I’d never felt anything so good in my entire life.
He let me control the speed, his hands grasping my hips. I sat up and thrust my breasts out as my fingernails scored his chest.
“Fuck yes,” he gritted, taking one of his hands off my hip to pinch my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers until it puckered.
I clenched around him, my eyes closing as pleasure zinged from my nipple to my core.
He speared up into my body, stroking the place inside me that ripped another orgasm from me. As I cried out, Slash grabbed me around my waist and flipped us over so that I was on my back. Then he was drilling into me. With a few more powerful thrusts, Slash shouted out his release. Panting, he collapsed on top of me, settling his face in the crook of my neck.
After a few moments, Slash leaned up and pushed my damp hair away from my face. He kissed me, his tongue sliding against mine.
He moved ever so slightly and the flesh between my legs quivered.
I clenched around him, and he sucked in a breath.
“What are you doing?” he demanded when I wriggled beneath him.
“I’m not finished.”
He arched a brow. “You’ve got another orgasm in you?”
I nodded.
“Then use me to get yourself off.”
I grasped his behind and rubbed against him. In just a few short strokes, I was coming again.
When I stilled and opened my eyes, Slash was staring down at me, a smile on his lips. “Never be afraid to ask for what you want, Brooklyn.”