“Son-of-a-bitch.” I finger her harder, faster, as I reach my other hand up and shove my finger in her mouth. “Do you have skill?”
It takes her a moment to figure out what I am saying, and then her eyes widen. As she pulls away, I think how fucking stupid I was to mention that shit. “Babe, how about we forget that conversation, and you get your ass back over here and fuck my face?”
Instead, she goes to her knees, fumbling with my belt. Fuck, she’s gonna show me skill, and then I will die one happy son-of-a-bitch.
I push up on my knees and help her pull my jeans down. Then, she’s on my cock like a twenty-one-dayer is on a draft. She is crazy and moaning and stroking and—really, really bad at this.
Her fucking rhythm is all off, and I am trying like hell to make her feel in control and shit, but what I really want to do is push my face back in that bush and forget this shit ever happened, ‘cause no man hates a blow job. Fuck, no man would ever complain about one, and I would never stop someone from sucking my cock, but Livi, well, she’s fucking Livi.
I close my eyes. I am gonna try real damn hard to forget she sucks at sucking, ‘cause I fucking like this chick, and I really may want to keep her around. However, annoyances are annoyances, and you can never un-see something like this. She is out of control, and I am not losing my erection, fuck no, I’m not, but I gotta put an end to this right quick.
I pull back. “Livi, I want your * in my mouth so bad right now.”
And I do. Thank fuck that didn’t change.
She sits up on her knees, and I try to lay her back.
“No, you,” she stops me.
“You gonna sit on my face?” Oh, hell yes, I think to myself and lay back.
She moves on top of me, reverse cowboy, and I dip my fingers into her hips, dragging her hot box up and down my face as she leans over and starts stroking me. Then, she leans in and starts sucking me again.
Fuck.
I am trying not to falter here and decide to just focus on Liv’s sweet * instead of my dick getting scrapped up by teeth and shit. I start sucking on the clit then lapping at the lips before slowly tongue fucking her. I am holding her hips, dragging her slowly up and down my face when she starts slowing down. I kid you not, she is mimicking my speed and pleasure, and now, motherfucker, Livi is giving me the best damn blow job I have ever had. Her tongue stays flat to my shaft, and she begins sucking with perfect pressure. My balls are instantly on fire, and I am damn close to blowing.
I lift her hips to tell her to stop, but she doesn’t.
“Liv,” I groan, “unless you want a mouth full of Caldwell cocktail, you need to stop.”
She doesn’t.
“I won’t warn again,” I growl.
She only takes me deeper.
So I pull her back onto my face and go at her hard. As she starts to tremor, my balls are on fire, and I swear to fuck we both come at the same time. Then my Livi, my crazy, little Livi, fucking keeps it deep and swallows.
When I am done, she rolls to her side and then sits up. “Wow,” she pants.
“Best blow job ever.” It’s only half a lie. The second time was true.
“Really?” She blushes.
“Yeah, Liv, you are amazing.”
She smiles and chews on her lip while she blushes. “I like you, a lot.”
“I like you, a lot, too.”
We stare at each other in pre-orgasmic lust, and I know damn well, aside from family, I have never in my life liked someone as much as I like Olivia.
“Please go back to our place and get some rest.”
“I’d like to spend time here with you.” She does a little shrug thing.
“Okay—”
“No, Hendrix, I really have missed you all week.” There is sadness in her voice.
“How about I fix us something to eat, and we chill until it gets busy?” I laugh. “It’ll be like a date.”
“Never been on one.”
“Me, either.”
...
We’re sitting at the bar, eating burgers, when Sadi comes in. She immediately huffs, “I thought I was working Thursday nights, alone.”
“Livi’s not working, Sadi. She and I are eating dinner together.” I wink at Livi, and she smiles, her eyes lighting up. “I keep telling her to go home—she works too much—but she wants to fight me about it,” I joke.
“Not like you to put up with shit from a—”
“Watch yourself, Sadi.”
“So I tiptoe around the—”
“Listen, Sadi, the stuff you said to me the other night, well, not that it’s any of your business, but he’s already had it.”
Sadi laughs like it is a joke, and I laugh at Livi trying to be badass.
“As a matter-a-fact, we live together.” Hearing her say this makes it … well, real.
“Yeah, right,” Sadi scoffs with an evil laugh and looks at me. When I don’t laugh and don’t deny it, her jaw drops. “She’s joking.”
“No, she’s not.” I laugh now, because Sadi’s face is hanging open in shock. “Almost a week now.”
“Taking in strays now?”