Cruel Kiss

She dropped her legs then and set herself on her own two feet. Then, she leaned back against the bed, shifted her dress, and spread her legs. “Like this?”

“Just like that.”

I admired the silky folds of her body as she slipped a hand down her stomach to the bead at the apex of her legs. She circled her clit a few times and then crooked a finger at me. “You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Kiss had been the wrong word. I wanted to devour her.

I attacked her eagerly at the request. My tongue replaced her finger. My thumbs spread those pussy lips open, baring her entirely to me. Her head dropped backward with a moan.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I brought one finger to her opening and slid it inside of her. She shuddered at the feel of me pushing in and out of her body.

“Are you imagining my cock?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

A second finger followed, spreading her further. I curled my fingers inward.

“Oh,” was all that left her mouth.

I did it again and again. I wanted her to be beyond primed. I wanted her to come so hard that she saw stars and was barely coherent. I wanted to learn all the secrets of her body.

My tongue continued flicking against her clit. She writhed on the bed. Panting gasps escaped her. I could sense that she was getting closer as her walls tightened around me. Her body so near that moment.

“Just … just like that,” she pleaded.

I did exactly what she’d said. Just held her legs wide and rode that pussy for all it was worth. A few seconds later, she shuddered as her walls contracted inward, and she cried out.

My eyes went up to hers as she orgasmed. And I got to fucking watch that masterpiece. The O of her mouth. The hot flush of her skin. The arch of her back. When she finally settled, I withdrew my fingers but licked her sensitive clit one more time.

She gasped and jerked away, as if even that little contact was too much.

“Holy fuck.”

13

WHITLEY

Those were the only two words to describe the moment.

Gavin had made me come a week ago. It had been incredible, but he hadn’t used his tongue like that. Frankly, I hadn’t been aware men knew how to do that as well as women. I typically had to train them up.

But Gavin …

He needed zero lessons.

He played my body like a violin. And I was just as vocal.

I flopped backward on the bed as he withdrew fully from my body. “Guess I should go commando more often.”

He laughed. His eyes crinkled. “We could have so much fun.”

That was as close as we’d come to talking about the future. I was living in the moment. Doing exactly as he’d asked, I decided what I wanted. And though I probably shouldn’t, what I wanted was Gavin King.

“My turn?” I asked.

“Too impatient.”

He was already stripping out of his linen button-up and discarding his shorts. A bulge was evident in his boxers. My mouth watered.

“You can’t be too impatient for a blow job.”

“I can be when your pussy is spread open and glistening with your last orgasm.”

My body heated. “Well, when you put it like that.”

“Exactly.”

He grabbed a condom, but I reached for it.

He shot me a questioning look as I ripped open the wrapper. I removed his boxers and took the full length of him in my hand. I jerked him up and down. A bead of pre-come lingered on the tip. I bent down and licked it off of him. It was his turn to groan. I could have worked him like an instrument too. But I could tell he wanted to be inside of me. I wanted that too.

I fitted the condom to the tip of his cock, and with practiced slowness, I drew it down over the head of him. I shot him a look that said I knew it was pure torture before dragging it down his long shaft.

“Fuck, Whit.”

He spun us around. I nearly stumbled with how quick the change was. Then, he was seated on the end of the bed. His cock jutted upward, long and inviting.

“Come here.”

I bit my lip and crawled into his lap. I tightened my thighs to hold myself above him, not quite touching what I wanted. He reached between us and took his cock in his hand. Then, he slid the head back and forth over my pussy and through the wetness. It was delicious and made me sink lower on him. He aligned our bodies, the head slipping in with no resistance.

His hands came to my hips, and inch by glorious inch, he eased me all the way on him. This position was tighter and fuller. The pressure was almost too much. Almost, but not quite painful. I was definitely warmed up enough for him, but, dear god, it was a lot in the best way.