“What are you doing?” I asked, but I sat up.
“I want to get my tongue in your pussy, and I can do that right if you sit like this for me. Come on, scoot your hips forward a little.” He guided me and I watched, enthralled as my pussy came closer to his face.
“Here, like this,” he muttered in frustration when I moved too slowly, pulling my legs over his shoulders and planting his hands on my ass to hold me as he tilted my hips towards him.
“Fuck!” I cried out when his tongue made contact with my clit, the first time I’d ever felt a tongue on me there. It was…amazing. Wet. Hot. And enticingly good.
His lips sucked at me in intervals, tonguing my clit when my cries of pleasure decreased. I’d had no idea why so many women wanted this, but now I did. Oh, I knew exactly why they wanted it now, and I wanted more.
Diesel’s fingers dug into my ass, my hips, but I didn’t care because the pain of it turned to pleasure, enhanced the sensations shooting up from my clit as he tongued it. I felt my hands clench at the couch, while my legs became restless. I wanted to brace my feet against something but there was only his back. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I needed to move and I was limited there.
“Diesel,” I gasped, wanting to tell him I needed something, but I didn’t know what it was or what to ask for. I just knew that something was about to happen, that I was about to come, and it was unlike anything I’ve felt before. And fuck, oh fuck, I didn’t want to ever do anything else but ride Diesel’s face for the rest of my life. “Don’t stop.”
But he did. And worse, he pulled away.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Val,” he said and dug in his back pocket. It was only then that I heard his phone ringing, a different tone to the one I’d heard before. “I have to take this, it’s the club.”
I sat there, staring up at him as he spoke into the phone.
“Are you serious? Now? Damn, you couldn’t give me an hour?” Diesel sat back on his legs, staring up at the ceiling as I had not long ago. “Fine. What’s the address?”
Diesel paused, listening, before he said fine and hung up.
“You’re not really going?” I scoffed, sitting up as he got up from the floor.
“I have to, Val. I’m really sorry. But we’ve all agreed to a date. That’s what I was supposed to tell you but I lose myself around you. You’re so beautiful, so captivating. But I’ll call you tomorrow,” Diesel said and stroked my cheek with his thumb for a second. “I hate to leave you, but I have to.”
“Okay,” I blinked at him, lost now. “See you later.”
Diesel let himself out, and I sat there on the couch, too stunned to get up and lock the door yet. I had my answer though. The men had decided to go through with my request. And Diesel had just gone down on me. We’d been interrupted, but if we hadn’t been, it would have gone much further. I now knew I had no willpower at all. I wanted these men and nothing would stop me if they were willing.