She shifted so that both of her legs were on the couch, and then leaned forward as far as it would allow, giving me an even better view of the things that I wanted to lick and suck.
I dropped my mouth down farther and circled her clit with my tongue, causing her entire body to jerk with sensation.
“Shit,” she breathed.
I moved my hands farther up her ass and then used my thumbs to pull the lips of her sex even farther apart, giving me an unencumbered view of everything that I was tasting.
God, was she sexy as hell.
She was moaning continuously now into the back of the couch and pushing herself back against my mouth, searching for more.
I gave her more in the form of one finger, burying it deep inside of her to the webbing.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck!”
I curled it downward, searching for her G-spot, and felt her practically jolt straight forward when I must’ve found it.
“Jesus,” she breathed. “Oh, Jesus.”
There was a knock on the door, but neither one of us moved. Her because I could feel the beginnings of her orgasm, and me because I was just enjoying what I was doing way too much to ever stop.
One finger became two, and when I drew her clit in between my lips and sucked, she went off like a bottle rocket. One second, she was just fluttering around my fingers, and the next she was coming so hard that I could feel every ripple and contraction with my fingers.
The moment her pussy stopped rippling, I stood up and notched my cock at her entrance.
The next, I was sinking inside.
Despite the fact that I’d just come, I knew it wouldn’t matter. I could already feel the telltale sign of my impending orgasm in the base of my spine.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Come again with me.”
Another knock, more insistent this time, sounded, and I was glad that I’d undone the doorbell when I moved in.
It was bad enough that someone was knocking—probably Brielle—but I could ignore it.
What I couldn’t ignore was the way Phoebe’s pussy started to quiver once again.
My eyes closed, and I growled low in my throat as she screamed into the couch. “Benson, holy shit!”
I liked my real name on her tongue.
I didn’t like it on anyone else’s, but on hers? It seemed right.
Her pussy clamped down, undulating and contracting as it’d done only a few minutes before on my fingers, and I was done for.
My release started spurting out of me, deep into her, and I could no longer breathe.
In fact, I was only able to get out one word. “Fancy.”
It was long moments later, both of us were collapsed on the couch, and Phoebe was using her discarded t-shirt to catch the remnants of my release.
We were both unable to move, and the knocking hadn’t stopped.
Each knock was making my jaw clench.
“I’ve never given a blow job before,” she whispered into my throat.
The arm I had curled around her back tightened. “I’ve never had one given to me before. But, just sayin’, it was one of the best things I’ve ever felt in my life.”
She went up onto one elbow and stared at me incredulously. “You’ve never been given a blow job before?”
I shook my head.
“A big badass like you has seriously never had it?” she repeated.
“There have been offers,” I admitted. “And plenty of opportunity…I just didn’t want to put myself in such a vulnerable position. It takes a certain level of trust to allow someone that close to something so vulnerable. I didn’t trust my other partners like I trust you.”
She deflated back to her earlier position. “I’m glad that I could be your first.”
I squeezed the top part of her ass that my hand was resting on. “I’ve also never given another girl cunnilingus before, either.”
She shivered. “You couldn’t tell.”
The knocks stopped, and that was when Brielle said, “Seriously, Bayou. I know you can hear me. Open the door!”
I sighed. “Do you want to stay the night with me?”
She paused. “I have to sleep in my own house eventually. I’ve only been back to feed the animals…all of my stuff is still in boxes. And, well, I don’t really want to talk to Brielle. She pissed me off tonight not relaying my message.”
I squeezed her tight and then stood up, taking her with me. “Go to the bathroom and change. Your animals are fed?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then we’ll ignore her for tonight. She’ll leave eventually,” I explained. “And tomorrow, I’ll have a talk with her. Tonight, it’s just you and me.”
She dropped her forehead onto my sternum and sighed. “Maybe you should talk to her right now and get it over with. I doubt that she’ll leave any time soon without hearing from you.”
She looked up at my face, and I could tell she was studying the cut above my eye and the swelling that I could feel forming.