“You’re far from done for the night.” Slade flexes his hips to show me what he means.
“Oh yeah?” I question.
“Yeah, Trouble. Now that you know what I want, hop off really quick, take those shorts off that have been fucking with my head since you put them on, and slide back up here.” Slade licks his lip, and I do as he says. I slither back down his body as I stand, missing the feeling of his body beneath me. If I’m going to strip for Slade, I might as well make a show out of it, sliding out of my sneakers and socks first. Really, there is nothing sexy about taking those off before I get down to the show I want to give him. He didn’t mention anything about taking off my sports bra, but I’m going the extra mile. I didn’t have all these fantasies about the two of us for them not to play out.
I hear the hiss of Slade’s breath as my top comes off. My breasts bounce without the bra compressing them.
“Goddamn, baby,” he grunts and then palms his cock with his hand. I glide my fingertips down the length of my throat toward my pebbled nipples until I use my thumbs and pointer fingers, pulling at them, causing my head to tip back and a moan to leave my mouth.
“Don’t you dare get off again by your own hand. I’ll smack your ass red if you do,” Slade demands. The gruffness of his voice lets me know he isn’t playing, but it also makes my core pulse with need. Doing as he says, my thumbs hook into the top of my shorts and I pull them down, knowing I’m not wearing anything beneath them. I’m not sure how Slade will react to the nakedness I’m about to show him. I shimmy my legs until they fall to my feet, then kick them off to the side so I won’t trip as I step out of them.
“Maybe I want to feel the sting of your hand against my skin,” I say as I straddle his lap again.
“Not where I want you. Keep moving that fine ass and sit on my face.” Slade’s voice is deep and husky.
“Jesus, Slade. Your mouth should come with a warning label.” My wet core slides along his rippling abs. His hands find my ass, grabbing it, and sitting me on top of his mouth.
“You’re about to see what all I’m going to do with my mouth. Hold on to the bar and don’t let go,” he commands.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I get out, then his tongue is lapping at my folds, teasing the lips of my pussy open. He uses his tongue as if it were his cock. The past few days have been nothing but foreplay—the glances, the touches, feeling him hard as a rock while waking up in his arms. His arms are on the outside of my legs, holding and squeezing the cheeks of my ass.
“God, Slade.” My voice is trembling. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; in fact, he opens his mouth over my pussy, letting his teeth graze my clit. The sharp thwack on my ass jars me, pushing me over the edge as he squeezes my ass. The soft kiss he places on my clit as I come down has me leaning over the bar he had me holding onto. He lifts my hips up, sliding out from underneath me.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you in the shower. Tomorrow is another day.” I can hear the joy in his voice. He’s unbelievably happy about how fast he had me flying over the edge.
“You may have to carry me. I’m not sure I can feel my legs,” I groan.
“That I can do.” He manipulates my body until I’m clinging to him like a monkey. My nipples scrape across his chest and his dick is right at my center, only trapped by his thin shorts.
I really hope to return the favor to Slade tonight. I want nothing more than to have his flavor on my tongue and to see him lose control like he had me doing only moments ago.
Thirteen
Slade
The past week hasn’t been easy. As much as I want to slide deep inside Taylor and never leave, we’re having more than enough fun exploring one another’s body each and every night, especially with what happened last night. Taylor got on her knees in the shower, she sucked me down her throat, and swallowed every last drop of my cum, all the while moaning as she played with her pussy.
“Slade, yo!” Drake snaps his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. I’m not the least bit embarrassed that he caught me daydreaming about Taylor. What I am worried about is if he needs me to stand up. That would give every guy a show that doesn’t need it along with our new secretary, Kellie, who can’t seem to quit getting red in the face when she’s around Bridger.