I smile, reaching for his hand. “Fuck my cunt while I tease my clit.”
He obliges, his left hand holding firm to my hip as he sinks two fingers inside me, curling his hand around to rub his fingers along my inner wall. The combination of both our hands on me has me sinking into bliss. Yes, this. More of this. Then his tongue. Then euphoria.
“What else?” he asks.
“I like doggy style,” I reply. “And anal—oooh, and doggy style with anal. Fuck, that’s amazing. Especially if the toy in my ass buzzes.”
He blinks down at me. “You like toys in your ass?”
I smile, dipping my fingers lower to brush against his. “Mhmm. I love toys. Didn’t you see my collection the other night?”
“You know I did,” he replies, his gaze locked on my pussy.
“Mhmm. You don’t miss a thing.” Arching my back a bit, I slip two fingers in with Ryan’s, loving the feeling of fullness.
“Fuck,” he says, holding his fingers still inside me.
“Toys are amazing,” I go on, sinking deeper into my building orgasm. “They treat you to sensations that are entirely new. But I don’t need to tell you that, right?” I gaze down my body at him, willing him to look at me. “You said you like toys too.”
It only takes a beat of silence before he curses and pulls away, his fingers slipping free of my cunt. “Fuck,” he mutters, sitting back. “I lied, okay?”
I control my features. “You lied? About what?”
“I’ve never used toys before. It’s never—I—it’s just never come up,” he admits, a faint blush staining his cheeks.
“I know,” I reply.
He glances sharply over at me. “What? How can you know?”
“Because I’m good at reading people,” I reply. “I read the lie on you the moment you said it. But would you like to try toys sometime? Do you want to know the life-changing magic of fucking a girl doggy style while she has a vibrating dildo in her ass?”
“Jesus,” he says on a laugh, tearing his gaze away with a shake of his head. “You are too much for me.”
“Oh, don’t say that now, puppy. We were just getting started.”
His gaze darts back to me. “Are you ever gonna cool it with the ‘puppy’ crap?”
I smirk, my hand going back to my clit. “Do you want me to stop calling you that?”
He considers for a second before he’s smirking too. “No. But just between us, okay?”
“Okay. Can this stay just between us too?”
He raises a brow at me. “Can what stay?”
I hold his gaze. “The fact that I want your dick in my mouth. I told Troy you gagged me with your monster cock and choked me on your cum. I’d really like for that to be true. It feels like the journey I’m meant to take tonight.”
Now he’s the one smirking. “That’s what you told him happened between us?”
I nod.
He considers again. “Well, we can’t have you living a lie, now can we?”
“My thoughts exactly.”
He leans between my spread legs, his arm bracing the back of the couch as he presses his weight against me. I arch up enough that our lips touch in a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and speaks against my lips, “But first I’m eating your pussy until you come on my face.”
34
I don’t give Tess any more chances to derail this train with talk of kinks or buzzing butt plugs. I want her coming, and I want it in my mouth. It feels like my body is shaking with this hunger, like I’m a Transformer low on energon and she is my source. I need more. I need her.
Only the kitchen light is on. The soft white light pools over the back of the couch, keeping her mostly in shadow. But I can see well enough. I drop down to my elbows between her legs, using my hands to spread her thighs wide as I lower my face over her glistening pussy. Parting her lips, I expose her clit and blow a little air on it.
She shivers, goosebumps rising along her thighs as she arches her hips. “Don’t make me beg,” she whispers, such a tone of need in her voice.
I drop lower until my warm breath fans over her pussy. Sucking on my tongue, I drop a dollop of saliva onto her clit. With my finger, I rub it in, loving that it’s me making her wet.
“Ryan—god—”
Wasting no more time, I drop my mouth over her clit and suck. This angle is much easier than on my knees against the wall. I use my leverage to press her thighs open, sucking and teasing all parts of her.
Her hands grab my head, her fingers digging into my hair, and I fucking love it. I groan against her clit as I learn her, probing my tongue at her entrance.
“Yes,” she pants. “There. Fuck me. Please, please, fuck me—”
Her begging makes me feral. I plunge my tongue inside her, deep as it will go, loving the feel of her heat surrounding me, her hands holding tight to my head. Once she starts working her own hips, thrusting against my mouth, I know I’m a goner. She tastes too good, and I’ve wanted this for too long.
“I’m right fucking there,” she cries. “Put your fingers in me. Suck my clit. I’m gonna—fuuuuck, I wanna come on your hand—”
I adjust as she asks, shoving three fingers up inside her and twisting them around until I can press up and in along her vaginal wall. I tease her clit, flicking my tongue up and down, humming against her. Then three things happen at once: her hands tighten in my hair, her thighs clamp down around my face, and her pussy pulses and squeezes tight around my fingers.
“Ahhh—Ryan—” she shrieks, her body bowing forward in a half-curl as I take her orgasm from her. I tear it from her, body and soul. I claim every quivering, pulsing moment of it, drinking it in from start to finish.
As she sinks back against the cushions with a whimper, her arousal slicks my fingers, pooling a little in my palm. Like the heathen I am, I duck down, slurping her essence from my skin. She tastes like heaven—sweet and simple, like cantaloupe juice.
She’s weightless beneath me, still coming down from her high. Her hands slip away from me as she drapes them off the back of the couch. “That was good,” she says on a dreamy sigh.
I lean over top of her, lifting my wet fingers to her lips. “Here, pussy lover,” I tease. My dick twitches as I watch her smile and suck my fingers into her mouth, eagerly tasting herself. She makes a little sexy sound in her throat.
I groan, cock aching for a taste of that mouth.
She lets my fingers go with a soft little pop, a sleepy smile on her face. “That was lovely, Ryan. Thank you.”
I kiss the top of her knee.
“I think it’s your turn now, right?”
I smooth my hand down her leg. “You’re tired, Tess. It’s okay.”
She goes still, glancing down her body at me. “You don’t want it?”
“I…never said that.”
Though, this feels like a trap. Am I allowed to tell her how much I want it? I glance her way, curious to know what she’s thinking. She’s looking sedately back at me, waiting. Fuck, she’s gonna make me say it. “I…want it.”
“You want what, Ryan?”
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?”
“My dick.”
She smiles. “Glad to know we’re on the same page. Where do you want it?”
I blink at her. Is this a trick? “I…do you think I have a shoulder dick or something?”
“Are you that stressed out talking about this right now? I’m asking you where in the house do you want me to suck your dick?”
Oh god, I am such a fucking idiot. This is worse than when I called her ‘ma’am.’ She’s gonna leave. She’s gonna pack her bags and go suck Glossy Patty’s monster nob.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she soothes, and I swear to fuck she has ESP. She’s done that more than once. “Let’s try again, shall we?” she offers with a smile. Sitting up, she inches forward, her hands smoothing over my bare shoulders and down my arms. “Do you want it here on the couch? Want to be standing with me on my knees? The shower—”
“Here,” I say. “And I want you on your knees.” I blink in surprise that I said the second sentence out loud.
Her gaze warms with desire. “Yes, sir.”