I made a sound of content when I felt his silky smooth hardness against my tongue, my soft moans muffled as he pumped gently into my mouth while stroking his fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Holland,” he murmured as he threaded his fingers into my hair, his touch tender but laced with a hint of lust and urgency. I could hear his breathing getting heavy, could feel his eyes watching me as I sucked on him. But I was happy to keep my own closed, pretending for a second that I was sixteen, in my childhood bedroom. That I’d finally gotten my brother’s best friend to put his hands on my body and do bad things to me. “God, I’ll never get used to how wet you get for me,” Iain muttered, fingering me a little faster.
It started to feel so good I had to slide my mouth off his dick to moan, and before I knew it he was climbing onto my bed, grabbing me under my arms and hoisting me up so that I was leaning at a comfy angle against my propped up pillows.
They were the ones he bought me—big and fluffy, and more than enough support to give me a good, perfectly reclined view as he pushed my thighs wide apart and lowered his mouth between them, raining kisses on my bare mound before swirling his tongue over my clit, around and around and then sucking it, just softly but firmly enough that my eyes rolled shut.
I dug my head into the feathers of my pillow, just moaning through the next ten seconds of warm, wet pleasure.
But I opened my eyes again just in time to see Iain lifting his gaze to me while reaching up my torso, barely having to extend his arm very far to gently cup my breast and plump it in his hand. He thumbed over my nipple, getting it nice and hard before he pinched and tugged it softly.
All this while he spoiled my pussy with his tongue, his cheeks gently hollowing and un-hollowing as he sucked on my clit like he could do it all night.
“Oh God… why are you so good at this?” I breathed, raking my fingers into his thick hair and making him smile against my clit.
“You make it easy,” he murmured, pulling away just enough to look for a second. “Fucking perfect little pussy,” he rumbled before closing his mouth over me again. “I’ll eat this pussy every night if you let me.”
My eyebrows pulled tight over his words, but I moaned as Iain slid his hands under my body, squeezing my bottom and lifting me just enough so he could dip his tongue inside me, pulsing in and out, licking the entire length of my pussy and burying his face so deep between my legs that when my orgasm came, I had to muffle my scream with my pillow.
Iain dug his fingers into my flesh, stretching out the sound of the f as he groaned, “Fuck, baby.”
I swore I was going to drown him as I came, but all he did was groan and mutter through it, lapping greedily at my juices, talking about how perfect my pussy was, how fucking sweet I tasted.
I was still seeing stars by the time Iain let my legs back down, and by the time my vision cleared, he was kneeling over me, treating me to the breath-stealing sight of that rippling six-pack as he peeled off his shirt then reached over to turn off my lamp.
The moon still lit his figure in the darkness and as he laid down next to me, I cupped his rock-hard dick. But he let me stroke it only a few times before he removed my hand.
“It’s really late. We both have to sleep,” he said softly, and I didn’t argue, because after that orgasm I was ready to pass right out. Still, I pulled him in for a kiss, luxuriating in the sensation of his weight on top of me in my bed, my arms around his neck as his tongue slid softly against mine.
“God, I’m gonna sleep so good,” I
whispered, feeling him break into a smile against my lips.
I remembered he was still kissing me, stroking gently between my legs as I fell back asleep.
I woke up in the morning to the sound of Mia’s keys in the front door.
It took several heavy blinks before I finally opened my eyes, but as soon as I did, a little frown pinched between my brows and I was immediately still, confused, staring blearily ahead at my closet.
And wondering if last night had been a dream.
Because I didn’t need to turn around to know that I was alone in my bed.
Did any of that… even happen?
Iain waiting outside my house. The long talk we had.
What he did to me after creeping into my room in the middle of the night.
I swallowed.
I mean… all dream material for sure, I reasoned with myself, disoriented enough for a second to genuinely wonder just how much I blacked out after my mom’s crazy voicemail.
But then I heard Mia’s just-got-in shuffling outside suddenly stop, taking a very long pause. Then I heard her purse hit the floor and her whispering voice hiss, “No. Fucking. Way.”
My eyebrows furrowed, and I had no idea what was going on right now, but for some reason I felt in my bones that my roommate was about to text me.
In three… two…