Worse Than Enemies

“I could do this all day.” He sighs. “One tiny lick at a time.”

I open my eyes and look down at him, head between my thighs. “Or you could just make me come now so I can suck your dick.”

His eyes meet mine, his mouth lifting just enough from my throbbing pussy to speak. “Yeah?”

“But you better hurry. This offer won’t last long.” I haven’t closed my eyes yet before he plunges down to feast on me. And he does, groaning, grunting like an animal while he plunders me with his tongue. Now my hips jerk wildly as I ride out the intense pleasure shooting down my arms and legs and rippling through my core.

“Just like that… oh, yes, Hayes… I’m going… I’m gonna come…” I arch my back and let out one last cry before riding out the waves of bliss. The tension melts, and I fall back against the bed with a happy sigh.

Here’s the thing about promising a blow job: you can’t pretend you didn’t, not when your boyfriend’s already hard and dripping precum.

I move, ready to put myself between his legs to return the favor, but he takes hold of my hips before I can. “I want you on top of me. I’m not finished eating.”

Yes, I like it even more this way. Hovering over his mouth, riding his face. I’ve come a long way since those early days when I didn’t know anything about this. Hayes has encouraged me to figure out what I like and how I like it. He gives me the confidence to take what I want.

Right now, I want to come again. It’s like an addiction. Being with him, just the two of us, with no need to hide or hold back anymore. It’s amazing we both make it to class.

I straddle his face while taking his dick in my hand. He pulls down on my hips until I’m properly sitting, then buries his tongue in me. I respond by burying him deep in my mouth until his head presses against the back of my throat.

We find our rhythm together, moving in reaction to what the other one does. Soon, he’s pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy in time with my head bobbing, licking my clit with every stroke.

When he takes it between his lips and sucks, I moan with him in my mouth. Yes, that’s good, that’s perfect. I grind over him, forgetting what I’m doing for a minute to focus on what he’s doing to me. On what’s going to happen soon if he doesn’t stop—only he’d better never stop because fuck, it’s perfect. I’m so close again.

I let him slide out of my mouth but stroke with my fist, moving up and down over his spit-slick shaft. “Yes… I’m gonna come. You’re going to make me come again…” He groans when my juices flow, his tongue sliding inside me to pick up every last drop.

“Forget that.” He moves me off him, but keeps me on my hands and knees. I spread my legs wider, lifting my ass for him to take me. He slaps a hand against my right cheek, my left cheek, making me hiss before impaling me from behind.

It’s like he was made for me. Like we were made for this. I push back against him with every thrust, and soon, our bodies are slapping together. We’re not making love. We’re fucking, rutting like animals, taking from each other.

He buries a hand in my hair and pulls until I’m up on my knees. One of his arms wraps around my stomach while he holds my throat with the other hand. “You like it when I fuck you this way?” he asks against my ear.

“Yes!”

“When I take this pussy? Who does it belong to?”

“You,” I sob, lost in a haze of pleasure.

“Who? Who owns your pussy?”

“You do!” His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I cry out in pain and pleasure. “Yes! Yes, fuck me!”

He thrusts upward, pounding me, punishing me. And I love it. I want nothing more than this. Him. Us.

“Come with me,” I gasp, so close again.

He moves faster, deeper, harder, closing in on release. I move with him, wanting it for him as much as I do for me. His breath catches in a familiar way, and I know he’s on the edge. My muscles clench and tighten around him until the tension explodes one last time.

I come with him wrapped around me, sweating and panting in a tangle on the bed. His lips rain soft kisses over my shoulder, neck, and back.

“I’m glad we got that out of the way,” I whisper. “Before we have to go out in public.”

“It’s all your fault. You’re too hot while sleeping, all stretched out and naked.”

“Should I start wearing pajamas again? So you don’t have to get all distracted by my nakedness?”