Pretty Little Thing (Central Valley U)

An embarrassing moan slips past my lips and Orion chuckles. “Tired my ass.”

You know what—fuck this. I am an empowered woman and I can absolutely ask for what I want; it’s not like I can actually die from embarrassment. “You’re right. I’m not tired. I’m horny.”

To his credit, Orion only chokes a little.

“I mean, you talked a big game all week. You told me over and over how good it was going to be and how you were going to fuck me until my legs turned to jelly. But we’ve been here for hours and you haven’t touched me.”

“Frankie, baby—” he starts, but my hornger—horny anger—is back full-force.

“Nope. Don’t you Frankie, baby, me. Fuck me. Strip me naked, put your mouth on my pussy, and then fuck me.” Even as I say the words, my cheeks burn. My whole body burns like I’m standing right in front of a bonfire. Only, the heat is coming from inside of me.

And the way Orion’s looking at me, as though it’s taking every ounce of his self-control to not do exactly as I said right this very second—well, that’s just freaking gas on the fire.

“It’s like that, huh?” He reaches around and grabs the back of his shirt, tugging it off. Strong and lean with bronzed skin, the man’s body is what dreams are freaking made of.

“Yeah.” I nod my head, refusing to back down. “It is.”

He pops the button on his jeans and kicks them to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. His thick erection stretches the cotton to its limits, making my mouth water.

I’ve never had a dick in my mouth, never really wanted one there either, but all of the sudden, the only thing I can think of is how he tastes.

I take a step closer to him, trailing my fingers over his chest. His pectoral muscles flex under my touch and gooseflesh covers his skin.

“Orion.” His name is a whispered prayer as I sink to my knees.

“What are you doing?” he asks, a slight tremor to his voice.

Licking my lips, I reach for the waistband of his boxer shorts. “I want to taste you.”

“Fuck, Frankie, baby.” He curls his hand around mine. “You don’t have—”

“I want to.” I wiggle my fingers trying to dislodge his hold. “But fair warning, it might be awful. I’ve never… um.”

“You’ve never, what?” His eyes widen as realization sinks in. “Never sucked dick?”

I shake my head, hoping he’s not turned off by my lack of experience. “Is that okay?”

Instead of answering, Orion bends down, scoops me into his arms, and then heads straight for the stairs. “What are you doing?” I shriek, bouncing with every step.

“The first time my dick is in your mouth, you aren’t going to be kneeling on the hard floor.”

“Where will I be?”

He sets me down at the foot of the bed and sinks to his knees in front of me, slipping his thumbs beneath the waistband of my leggings. “You’ll be sitting on my face.”

“What?” Now it’s my eyes that are wide. Surely, he doesn’t mean that literally. Right?

“You trust me?” He flexes his fingers and his knuckles brush against my skin.

“I do.”

Apparently those two words are all he needs, because with one solid yank, my leggings are bunched around my ankles.

“No panties?” he growls, sounding more animal than man.

“Not with leggings.”

“Fuck, Frankie. Hold onto my shoulders.”

I do as he says, allowing him to finish removing my pants.

“You’re so perfect.” He presses a kiss right above my right knee, and then another to my left, alternating until his lips are poised right over my pussy. “Gonna kiss you here now, okay?”

My entire body is shaking like a leaf, but I manage a nod. But Orion wants more.

“Need your words, Bluebird.”

“Okay. Yes. I want this.” I tunnel my fingers through his hair. “I want you.”

Without warning, he surges forward, sealing his lips around my clit, sucking hard.

My back arches as I try to process. It’s like someone stuck me with a cattle prod, only instead of pain, my body is convulsing with mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh, God,” I pant as he swirls his tongue. “Orion.”

“That’s right.” He uses his thumbs to spread me open and licks a long line down my slit before pushing it inside of me and then licking his way back up. “Taste like heaven.”

My legs shake as he continues his ministrations, licking and sucking and teasing my overly sensitive clit. “Please.”

“What?” he asks, “what do you need?”

“More. You. I need more of you.” I sound crazed. Desperate and delirious with want.

He stands and presses his lips to mine, forcing me to taste my own arousal. Surprisingly, it’s not awful. Tangy and slightly sweet.

Unfortunately, the kiss is over far too soon, with Orion stepping just out of my reach. He shucks off his boxers, revealing his cock to me. It stands tall and proud, with a small bead of liquid poised perfectly at the tip.