Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

25. Ingrid

Chapter 25

Ingrid

I look at Del, speechless. And turned on. Really, really turned on.

“You want me to touch myself? In front of you?”

The corner of his mouth hooks up in the sexiest half-smile.

“Yeah.” His voice is a low, rough growl. It makes my pussy ache and heat flash all over my skin.

“It would be hot as fuck, watching you play with yourself.”

Nerves crackle inside of me at the thought of doing something so dirty in front of him. But underneath those nerves is excitement.

No guy has ever asked me to do that before. But I can tell how badly Del wants it. I can tell just how much he’s turned on by me. And it’s turning me on. So much.

I step backward until I feel the bed against the backs of my legs, then lower myself down onto the mattress. I lean back on my elbows and look up at Del. His mahogany eyes are bright and clear as his gaze runs along my body. Like he’s starving for me.

He licks his lips and that pulse between my legs kicks up.

“Look at you,” he says in a rough whisper. “So fucking gorgeous.”

My heart flutters. It feels amazing hearing just how much he likes the way I look.

I lower down to my back and lock eyes with him. I spread my legs wide. He kneels between my legs and grips his hand around my ankle.

I spot a generous bulge at the front of his suit pants. My mouth waters. I’ve seen Del’s dick twice now, and I’m aching to have it inside of me. Finally.

But first, I want to give him one hell of a show.

I reach down and graze my fingers along my soaking wet pussy. A rough growl rips from his throat.

Pleasure sparks between my legs and not just because I’m touching myself. But because of how much it’s turning Del on.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Tell me what you want to see me do.”

His jaw bulges and he exhales. “Give me your hand.”

I do what he says and pull my hand away from my pussy and hold it out to him. He leans forward and runs his tongue along my fingers. Closing his eyes, he moans.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.”

My clit pulses and I let out a shuddery breath.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart.”

My breath catches. Sweetheart.

It’s such a soft nickname from such a rough guy.

He’s really not rough, though. Sure, he’s rough on the ice. But with me, he’s different. He’s soft and sweet and funny. And he smiles. A lot.

My heart thuds as I think about this softer side of Del. How he doesn’t show it to anyone except me.

I run my fingers, which are covered in Del’s saliva, along my slit. My inner thigh muscles twitch at the warmth and pleasure that pools instantly between my legs.

I lightly press the pads of my fingers against my clit and move in slow circles, like I always do when I play with myself.

The side of Del’s jaw is bulging as he watches me. His pupils are blown out and his eyes boast the cloudy haze of arousal.

Another low, feral sound rips from his throat as he watches me touch myself. I feel his grip around my ankle tighten.

After a minute, I pick up speed. The heat inside of me simmers. The pleasure kicks up.

Normally, if I’m masturbating without toys, it takes longer for me to get turned on. But seeing Del watching me, getting so aroused, is having an effect on me.

My mouth falls open as my breathing speeds up. My heart races. My clit is throbbing. I swirl my hand faster.

“This…this doesn’t happen…” I whimper.

Del leans his face down to the inside of my thigh and presses a light kiss to my skin. I gasp.

“What doesn’t happen, sweetheart?”

My eyes flutter at that nickname. This is only the second time he’s called me that and already I love it.

I shake my head as I slow my pace to keep from coming too quickly. “I’m so close already…I only get this close, this quickly when I use my vibrator and my dildo. Not when I just use my hand.”

Del blinks at me. His eyes are completely blown out.

“You use a vibrator and a dildo to get yourself off?” he growls.

I bite my lip. “Yeah. I like the feeling of being filled up when I play with my clit.”

A rough chuckle falls from his lips. He looks at me. “When we’re back in Denver, I wanna watch you use your vibrator and your dildo. But right now…”

He leans down and dusts another kiss on the inside of my thigh.

“Right now, I want to keep watching you touch yourself.”

He kisses the inside of my thigh again. Goosebumps scatter across my skin. I moan and work my clit faster. Heat pools in my pussy as the pleasure intensifies.

I’m panting and my legs are shaking. I’m on the verge of exploding. I just need a little more…

“Del…” I whimper his name. “Will you put your fingers inside of me? I…I can’t come unless my pussy is full.”

He glances off to the side. I take in the expression on his face. He almost looks angry.

He turns to me. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea how much you turn me on when you say that?”

I glance down at the massive boner he’s sporting. “I think I do.”

He flashes a wicked grin. Eyes on me, he slips his middle two fingers in his mouth, then slides them inside my pussy.

I gasp. Slowly, he pumps in and out.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

I whimper. “So good…oh my god…”

I work my fingers faster and faster as Del pumps his massive, thick fingers in and out of me. The pressure inside of me builds. A second later, I explode.

I come with a scream. My entire body shakes and thrashes against the bed. Del grips my thigh with his free hand, holding me down as he finger fucks me. I work my clit in my hand, my orgasm crashing through me, like waves tumbling along a beach.

My brain goes offline. I can’t form a single coherent thought.

The only thing I can think about is how intense this orgasm is and how good Del’s fingers are making me feel.

I start to come down from my orgasm. My hands are trembling as I pull away, and my legs are shaking.

Slowly, Del slides his fingers out of me. And then he looks me dead in the eyes as he sucks my come off his fingers.

I gasp at just how filthy that is. But I love it.

Before I can say anything, he leans his face down between my legs and gently laps my clit with his tongue.

My jaw falls open as I gasp. I fall back on the bed, gripping the sheets with one hand and gripping his hair with my other.

“Del, oh my god…what are you doing?”

Instead of answering me, he lets out a satisfied groan. His tongue softly flicks my clit in a steady, even rhythm. Not even a minute later, my entire body tightens, on the verge of climaxing again.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pleasure takes hold, intensifying with each passing second.

When he slides his fingers inside of me again, I cry out, overloaded with pleasure. He flicks his tongue faster and faster while pumping his fingers in and out of me.

It’s not long before another orgasm hits me.

I come harder than I did just a few minutes before. Heat and pleasure crash through me like a tidal wave. I scream so loud, my throat aches. I’m thrashing against the bed, pulling at the sheets and tugging at Del’s hair.

White bursts flood my line of vision. I let out a crazed, drunk-sounding giggle. Del made me come so hard, I went momentarily blind.

My body starts to relax and I roll over, burying my face in the bedsheets as I laugh. Next to me the mattress dips, and I feel Del’s arm slide around my middle.

“Something funny?” he teases as he kisses my neck.

“No, I just…” I roll over to look at him. I cup his face in my hand and kiss him. “I’ve never come that fast or that hard with just my hand.”

“And my hand.” He offers a lopsided grin.

I laugh. “Okay yeah, good point.”

He pulls me in for another kiss. I moan into his mouth, savoring that glorious tongue of his.

I suck on his tongue and he growls. I claw at his chest, gripping the fabric of his suit. He leans up and I help him peel off his suit jacket and shirt.

He’s kneeling over me on the bed in just his suit pants. I palm his hard dick in my hand. His head falls back as he groans, then he peers down at me, his mahogany eyes on fire.

I hold his hungry gaze. “I need to ride your dick. Now.”