“Here, show me.” Rick reached out for her hand. He cupped it and shifted back a little so there was room.
“What are you doing?”
“Show me how you get yourself off. I want to learn what you like.”
There was no way. And… he guided her finger right inside her pussy. Okay, so there was a way. She moaned softly. She was damp from him sucking on her nipples.
“Like this?” He kept his grip on her, his index finger over hers, easing back out of her and swirling her slick heat over her clitoris.
She wanted to protest but at the same time realized that would be completely stupid. Instead she said, “Yes, like that.” Her eyes fluttered shut, knees drifting apart.
“More in or more out?” he asked, easing her finger gently inside her again.
He didn’t push the tip deep, just a brutal little tease. “Both,” she breathed, raising her hips so he could take her finger deeper. She realized the irony of that. It was her finger. She could move it any time. But there was something super hot about having him control her movement.
“I get it,” he said. “First more in.” He pushed her finger deep inside her. “Then more out.” He pulled all the way out and rolled her fingertip over her clit again.
“Yes.”
He stroked in and out again and she started to breathe deeply,
the desire pulling at her from deep inside. It felt so freaking good and sexy. But when he added his finger to hers, filling her with both, she gave an unexpected moan. “Oh, shit, Rick, that feels…” She opened her eyes, wanting to see him fucking her.
“Good?” he asked, and his voice was husky, excited. “You like being finger fucked by both of us? You’re really tight, Sloane.”
News to her, but she wasn’t going to argue. “Yes, I like it. Your finger is huge.” It was. Almost as big as her first boyfriend’s cock. Either that or she had been revirginized. Because he was stretching her in the most delicious way while she rocked her hips and arched her back.
She didn’t mean it as any sort of invitation but Rick must have taken it that way. His free hand reached up and teased at her nipple. “Oh, shit,” was her opinion on that. “Rick, I’m going to come, oh, damn.” She could feel it swelling inside her, her whole body tense and ready.
He pulled their fingers out and abandoned her swollen clit too in a move that had her crying out in frustration. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you.” He bent his head over her without further explanation and eased her apart with those big thumbs.
Then he flicked his tongue over her clit and eased down into her slit and she nearly jumped out of her skin it felt so electric. “Rick,” she breathed.
“Don’t come, baby, not yet. Let me play with your sweet pussy. Just a little. It tastes so good.”
“I don’t think I have control over that,” she said, a little desperate. She meant that. Everything inside her felt like it was driving to the edge of a cliff and there was no slowing that shit down.
“Please. Let me eat your pussy.” Even as he spoke, he did just that. He was stroking over her in a way that had her mind going entirely blank. “I just love your pussy. You taste amazing.”
She didn’t think she’d ever had a lover say pussy to her in bed before and damn it, she liked it. Rick made it sound like she was an altar he wanted to worship at and she liked that concept. She was a woman. She had something he wanted and he should be grateful she was giving it to him. It made her feel sexy and powerful even as he destroyed her with his tongue.
“I’m going to come,” she said, because this was so good and stimulating there was no stopping it. She was going to have a big, bold orgasm.
Especially when he reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples. Hard. She gasped at the sensation of heat shooting through her pussy. Then there it was. A rolling wave of ecstasy dragging her under. “Fuck,” she said. “Oh, fuck.”
Rick stroked and teased and pinched until she thought she might die from a heart attack. Her heart rate was through the roof and she almost forgot to breathe. When he finally pulled back a shudder rolled through her, her thighs shaking.
“Yeah?” he asked. “How was that?”
“Go team,” she said, tremors in her voice. She raised her arms, which suddenly felt like they weighed seven hundred pounds, and shook them weakly like she had pom-poms. “We’re number one.”
Rick laughed. “Touchdown?”
She nodded. “Touchdown.”
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