Not like I’m going anywhere else. She’s got me completely ensnared.
I sneak out my tongue for a quick lick and she moans so loud I’m afraid she’ll wake up Eli, if he’s even here.
Not going to let that bother me, though. I lick her again, a little more thoroughly this time and she cries out.
Girl is vocal—this doesn’t surprise me. But damn, she won’t be quiet. Doesn’t help matters that I attack her pussy like a starving man who hasn’t had a full meal in weeks. I search her pussy thoroughly, my tongue everywhere. I suck her clit. I tongue fuck her. I tease the skin between her pussy and her ass, making her jump.
Making her groan.
I slip a finger into her tight pussy, then add another one. I finger fuck her and suck her clit at the same time, focusing on the way her breathing increases. How she practically smashes her pussy against my face. I lift my gaze to watch her, noting the beautiful flush taking over her skin and making her glow. Her cheeks are red, her eyes dazed and when they meet mine, I intensify my sucking and licking.
Until she’s a shivering, uncontrollable mess, coming against my mouth, my name falling from her lips.
Satisfaction rolls through me. Yeah. My name. Why that fills me with such a surge of pleasure, I’m not sure, but by the time I’m finished and I’m wiping the back of my hand against my mouth, my cock is like steel beneath my shorts, ready for its turn.
Gracie reaches for me and there’s no hesitation. She pulls me to her, our lips connecting, my tongue thrusting, giving her a taste of herself. She moans into my mouth, her hands everywhere, slipping between us, her fingers curling around the front of my shorts, squeezing my dick. And suddenly it’s my turn to moan into her mouth, which makes her smile. All while diving her hand beneath the front of my shorts, skimming the length of me with her fingers.
“You keep this up, I’m gonna come all over your hand,” I tell her, the urgency deep inside me growing with her every firm touch.
She laughs and continues teasing me, not saying a word. I hold my breath when she slips those magical fingers beneath my boxer briefs, her fingertips lightly brushing the head of my cock. I suck in a sharp breath and close my eyes tight, praying that I don’t blow too early.
This is something I don’t normally have to worry about. Over the years, I’ve gained complete control over my body, and I rarely come too fast. Hell, I haven’t done that since…God knows how long.
But I can feel my cock dripping with precum, and Gracie is using it as lubrication, slicking it up and down my shaft. She’s straight up jacking my dick like we’re a couple of kids sneaking off for a quick hand job before curfew hits, and I feel like an overexcited virgin who can’t believe there’s a girl willingly touching my dick and actually enjoying it.
“Jesus, stop.” I place my hand over hers, halting her torture. She lifts her gaze to mine, a little frown on her pretty face. “Just—hold on a second.” I try to catch my breath, pressing my forehead to hers as I close my eyes.
She’s not listening to me though. Shoving at my chest, she sends me onto my back and next thing I know, she’s on top of me, her mouth at my throat, her tongue licking where my gold chain rests against my neck. She explores my body with her mouth, giving the same exact treatment I gave her, gliding her mouth down the length of my chest, paying close attention to my abs. My stomach. She’s torturing me with her hot tongue and her wet mouth, her legs wrapped around one of my thighs and her damp pussy pressed into my skin as she grinds herself against my leg.
It’s fucking painful, how good this all feels, and she’s enjoying herself, I can tell. She’s loving every minute of it and I swear to God, there’s a secret, evil streak that runs through her. She gets off on tormenting me.
And I’m about to get off too soon, I just know it.
“You’re so hot,” she murmurs against my stomach, her mouth right above the waistband of my shorts. I want my clothes off. They feel too restrictive, like they’re fucking strangling me, but she’s right on top of them and I can?
??t do anything about it.
“I’m fucking burning up for you,” I tell her, not holding back. “Take them off.”
I gesture toward my shorts.
Gracie shifts away from me slightly, smiling as she reaches for the elastic waistband of the shorts I wore to work, grabbing hold of my boxer briefs too. She pulls them both down my hips, my thighs, and I kick them off, my cock springing up, eager to meet her properly.
Jesus, so eager.
“Um…” Her head lifts, her gaze meeting mine. “Wow.”
“What do you mean, wow?” Frowning, I reach for my erection, giving it a firm squeeze. A pearl of precum beads in the slit, and I’d give anything right now to watch Gracie lick it up.
Her gaze widens as she watches me, as if she’s completely fascinated with my cock. “You’re huge,” she breathes.
“Oh, come on.” If she’s trying to amp up my ego, it’s fucking working. But I know she’s been with her fair share of guys. Not that I’m thinking less of her for that, I’m just facing facts.
I’ve been with a lot of women. We’re on an equal playing field here.
“Seriously. Big.” She strokes it. “Thick.” Up and down she goes, her fingers tight as she squeezes. I close my eyes and pray for strength. “I need to look at you.”
She removes her hand from my dick—swear to God, a whimper leaves me—and she scrambles off the mattress, coming to stand beside the bed, studying me carefully.