Morrison (Caldwell Brothers)

I see the wheels turning. “Twitch?” her voice squeaks.

“Call it whatever you want, but if you aren’t gonna take it, I need to get the fuck outta here and take care of it myself.”

“Show me,” she says, trying to see how far she can push me.

“You wanna watch me take care of myself?”

She nods, swallowing down her desire.

“You gonna show me what you’ve been doing to take care of yourself?”

She shakes her head.

I unbuckle my belt, then reach out and grab her around the waist. I lift her up, and she moans and goes limp in my arms, her head on my shoulder, as I set her on the bar stool, then step back.

“Not used to spectators, baby, but if you want it, you got it. Starts like this.” I unbutton my pants, and my dick pops out of my boxer briefs. “He’s looking for you, always looking for you. Can’t get you out of his system.” I push my boxers down and wrap my hand around my dick. “Gonna close my eyes, ’cause you sitting there isn’t you lying in the back of your car while I eat the best pussy I have ever eaten in my fucking life. Platinum, Hailey. Fuck,” I moan as I stroke myself slowly up and down. “Gotta squeeze tight to—mmm. That platinum pussy of yours, so wet, so tight . . .’’

“Morrison,” she whimpers.

“Yeah, babe?” I say as I open my eyes and stroke myself, looking into her hooded gaze. “You want it?”

She nods her head, once.

“Lose the pants and plant that ass on the bar.” She hesitates. “Babe.”

Once she stands and drops her pants, then turns to climb on the bar, I grab her from behind before she has the chance to turn around. I push her thong to the side and rub my finger up and down her wet seam.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” Before she has a chance to say shit, I take that ass in my hands and kiss that fine, little round globe that’s sticking up in the air. “Sexiest ass I have ever seen in my fucking life.”

I run my tongue down her seam, and she arches her back.

“You want that pussy licked, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Thank fuck. Roll over now. Slow, babe. I want to worship that ass soon, but if you want me to eat your pussy, I’m gonna eat that pussy.” She is sitting on the bar now. “Feet over my shoulders.”

She does as I ask, and my restraint is out the fucking door. While I suck on her swollen lips and rub my tongue up and down each side, her body shudders as she grips the edge of the bar.

I slowly work my tongue up and down her without diving in. She squirms and gives muffled moans, letting me know I am driving her wild. Hell, I’m driving myself wild.

Then I shove my tongue inside her, and she cries out, “Morrison! Oh, God.”

The jukebox starts up on its own every twenty minutes, and it does so now. “Skin” by Rihanna begins, the perfect fucking song.

My tongue keeps rhythm with the song in a slow dance, the perfect tease. My mouth covers her as I reach up and push her shirt up, watching her face flush and her eyes flutter. Ecstasy. Pure fucking raw pleasure. God, I love making her feel this way.

She pulls her shirt the rest of the way off, and I grip her thighs, pulling them farther apart as I suck on her clit, and she cries out again. Her hips are now grinding into my face as I lick harder, suck harder, and then push two fingers into her quivering pussy.

“I want you. Oh, God, please,” she begs, but I’m not done eating that pussy, fingering it, tasting her. I want to drive her over the edge one more time, so I do.

When I have had my fill for now, I pull her up.

“I need to taste those tits.” I don’t wait for a reply; I just take them. When I stop for a minute, I look up at her. “No man in their right fucking mind wouldn’t want you to be his, Hailey. You’re so fucking beautiful, gorgeous, perfect.”

She closes her eyes.

“I need in, babe. I need to feel you from the inside.”

She wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her.

“Mouth—give it to me.”

I lick inside her mouth as I hold her bare ass in my hands, kneading it, squeezing it.

“Want that ass bad, babe. So fucking bad.” My mouth crashes over hers, and her hands fist in my hair.

She reaches between us and grabs my cock, stroking it, and then she rubs it against her hot little snatch.

“Gotta wrap it, babe.”

“I’m on birth control,” she pants. “You clean?”

“Squeaky. You?”

“Yes.”

Before she can say another word, I turn and push her against the cooler door, grip her hips, and bring her down hard on my cock. She cries out and then bites into my shoulder.