Her Naughty Holiday (Men at Work 2)

“That’s probably true.” He nodded.

“It is true. Now tell me what you like. I know you’re going to do it, anyway, at some point.”

“Also true. Okay...” He took her by the wrist and placed her hand on him. “Rub first with your hand. Kind of pull, but gently. No pulling it off.”

“No pulling it off. Good tip.”

She did as he instructed, and it was as much a pleasure to watch as it was to feel. Erick put a pillow behind his head, propping himself up enough that he could watch her as she worked.

“Is this good?” she asked as she ran her hand over him, lightly pulling, lightly caressing.

“It’s perfect. Oral is a lot of stimulation. I need to warm up for it or it’ll be too much all at once.”

“I’m making mental notes of all of this,” she said. “I like hearing what works for you. It’s sexy.”

“It’s good you like hearing it because we both know I can’t shut up when my cock’s hard.”

“I’ve never had anyone talk to me like you do. I didn’t think it would be as sexy as it is, but...it is.”

He reached down and caressed her cheek and lips.

“You bring out the horny poet in me.”

“What do I do now, horny poet?”

“Lick,” he said. “Just lick.”

She lowered her head again and licked him from base to tip, from tip to base. Every lick kicked his temperature up a degree. Watching her as she did it kicked it up another. That pink tongue of hers, those pale pink lips...so sweet, just like candy. He couldn’t wait to see them all red and swollen after she sucked him off.

And he told her that.

“Dirty mouth,” she said.

“Guilty.”

“I’d smile but my mouth’s a little too busy,” she said as she licked him again.

“Suck the head now. Smile later.”

She took direction well, that was for sure. Him telling her exactly what to do seemed to help with her confidence. When he told her to increase the pressure with her hand, she did. When he told her to run her tongue around the rim of his cock, she did—twice. When he told her to take as much of it as she could into her mouth and suck hard and deep, she did it over and over again until he couldn’t tell her what to do any longer.

Instinct must have taken over because she put her hand on the shaft and stroked it while she sucked the head and licked it. He managed to whisper a desperate “That...keep doing that...” before he lost all powers of speech and could do nothing but moan and gasp. It was ecstasy, pure erotic ecstasy. He reached down and put his hands on Clover’s back, rubbing her shoulders and caressing her hair as she went down on him, sucking and licking him and making him feel like a god. He had to touch her. The most beautiful woman in the world doing the sexiest act in the world in the most beautiful cabin on the most beautiful lake in the most beautiful forest in the entire universe...he was the luckiest man alive.

Erick dug his heels into the bed and felt all the muscles in his legs and back locking up as he neared orgasm. With his eyes shut tight he breathed as deliberately as he could, hoping to prolong this incredible pleasure for a second or two more. But it just felt too good. He couldn’t hold back. The need to come was overwhelming. He’d die if he didn’t come. Clover held all the power in that moment. With his cock in her mout

h, she owned him. She owned him body and soul. He would have begged her to let him come if she’d made him, begged her with pleasure and no pride at all. Maybe he was begging. God only knew what was coming out of his mouth right now...

When his need to release was at its strongest, its most desperate, he felt it starting to explode out of him. He came hard into Clover’s warm soft mouth, waves of pleasure rolling through him and out of him. His stomach muscles tightened and released and his hips jerked as a spasm of sharp pleasure shot through him. His orgasm seemed to go on forever but was over in seconds. He collapsed back onto the pillow, empty and sated and happy, his hair plastered with sweat to his forehead and every muscle in his body slack.

He felt Clover leave the bed but he didn’t worry about it. She might have gone to spit and he couldn’t blame her if she did. She returned quickly with a cup of water and a small wet towel in her hand.

“Lavender wipe?” she offered.

“Ruthie’s got you hooked on these, too?” He took the towel from her and wiped off his face.

“They’re supposed to be calming. I ordered a whole case of them when I found out my family was coming for Thanksgiving.” She drank from her cup and handed it to him. He swallowed the water greedily, grateful for it. His mouth was dry from all the heavy breathing.

“You’re too good to me,” he said. “Water and lavender wipes and a blow job. I feel spoiled.”