Becoming Us (COMPLETE)

*Twenty Two*

Tre carried me across the house to his bedroom and kicked the door shut without slowing. Stopping beside the bed, he set me on my feet. "Take this off." He lifted my dress and tossed it aside.

I undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, and kissed across his strong chest. He hummed and slid my bra straps down before unclasping the back and tossing it away with my dress.

His fingers traced over the front of my panties. "Let me taste you." He slid them down, and I kicked them away, but wouldn't let him touch. It was my turn, and I wouldn't let him distract me.

Instead, he watched as I unzipped his shorts and shoved them down with his boxers, letting them fall to the floor. His hard cock sprang free, pressing into my stomach. Gripping him at his thick base, I slid my fist up, running my thumb over the tip. "I want you in my mouth."

A rough sound came from his throat a second before his lips crashed into mine. His hands were everywhere—cupping my ass, squeezing, holding my breasts, rubbing my nipples between his fingers, making me ache for him.

When he got to my hair, he said, "Take this down."

I yanked out the clip to let my bun unwind and fall down my back. He wove his fingers in against my scalp, and whispered between kisses, "Beautiful."

Pushing him back on the bed, I crawled after him as he scooted up to the headboard. I kissed a trail over his mouth, neck, chest, and down his stomach. He gathered my messy waves into a loose ponytail in his hand.

The only light came from the full moon shining in the window, but it was enough to see each other as I swept my tongue over the smooth skin at the base of his dick, then licked to the top. Tre bit his lower lip and his hips twitched. I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking up the moisture waiting there, and sucked the head between my lips.

"Look at me." Tre's strained voice held that note of command I loved.

I met his eyes as I opened wider and slowly lowered onto his cock, until he hit the back of my throat. I tipped my head to make him rub deep, and he groaned. "Fuck, baby."

Gripping him at his base, I used my hand in tandem with my mouth. He hissed through his teeth as I continued the movement. "Don't stop."

His fist tightened in my hair as I found a rhythm that made him tremble. Knowing I was the one making him pant thrilled me. I palmed his tight balls, making his hips jerk and his stomach muscles tighten. He cried out, and I hummed in response.

"Yes, baby." He gasped. "Moan on my dick." He pumped into my mouth. "Almost there." His grip loosened, then tightened again when I didn't pull away. His dick throbbed as he came in long spurts down my throat. I bobbed and sucked until he began to soften and whimper.

Sliding off him, I kissed his stomach and grazed him with my teeth. That rough sound came from his throat again, and he tugged my hair. "Give me that mouth."

He pulled me up for a deep kiss and rolled to his side, shifting me to my back. "That was amazing, baby."

Tre's hand brushed over my breast, down to the apex of my thighs, where he traced the seam of my lips. "Fuck," he whispered, then met my eye as he strummed my clit. "Sucking me off gets you so wet."

He pressed two fingers inside making me gasp. "I like making you feel good, Tre."

Nuzzling into my neck, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to my throat, licking and nibbling, all while his fingers circled and pumped, and the tension inside me growing.

"Is that the only reason you like having my dick in your mouth? Just for me?"

I shook my head and panted as his thrusts got harder. Digging my fingertips into his forearm, I reached down to feel the way his hand flexed as he worked me.