Angry God (All Saints High 3)

“What are you doing?” she gasped, staring down at me with a mixture of horror and amusement on her face.

Saving my goddamn pride.

I put my tongue to her pussy. It was salty and warm—my cum, blood, and her juices swirled together. It wasn’t exactly Jamba Juice, but it was me who’d spunked her nice and good, so I couldn’t complain. Besides, the actual pussy-eating was kind of rad. Everything was pink and soft and warm. Not a bad pastime. I started nibbling on her lips, licking her crack to clit.

If I’d been a little less of an idiot, I’d have asked Knight or Hunter how to go down on a girl. Or even watched a video or two. But no. I never had the slightest interest in pleasuring a chick.

Yet here we were.

Still, Lenny moaned, writhing in front of me, her eyes closed. I wanted to be better than Pope. Stupid, I know, but he’d had his mouth here yesterday, and when she’d come, she’d been loud enough to wake the dead.

I rubbed her clit with my finger, diving into her pussy with my tongue, battling her tight walls. Her moans intensified, and she laced her fingers through my hair.

Better.

“Tell me how to make this good for you, Good Girl,” I mumbled into her pussy, licking her clean of everything we just did.

I recognized that it was gross as fuck to 99.98% of the population, but I’d always been the rebellious 0.02%. I knew she liked it, that we were on the same wavelength.

She purred. “Squeeze my clit.”

I did.

“Harder,” she gasped, her breath coming harsh and fast.

I massaged her swollen clit in circular movements, fucking her with my tongue until it slipped down to her ass crack. That’s when she really moaned. Right. She was into ass play. I recalculated my internal GPS and started tracing the tip of my tongue around her crack.

“Feels nice.” Her voice was thick and sweet, full of indulgence. I wanted to kiss her lips and tell her I’d always lick her ass. But I knew realistically that now wasn’t the best time to French kiss her.

“Come for me, Len.”

She came on demand, her thighs squeezing my face, her entire body jerking, her pussy chasing my mouth. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I’d seen some sick shit in my limited time on Earth. Lenora coming with her ass and pussy in my mouth, her clit under my thumb, however, not only took the fucking cake, but the entire bakery.

Three minutes passed before she came down from the high. After she did, we stared at each other, me still on my knees, her legs open in front of me.

We started laughing.

She slid down, holding her stomach, laughing her ass off. We rolled on the floor, getting covered in stone dust, with Len wiping tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes. I didn’t even know what we were laughing about. I wasn’t the laughing type. Nothing was particularly funny to me, even then. I think we were just…happy.

“You need to wash your mouth before you kiss me again.” She coughed when she finally calmed down.

I side-eyed her. “Why?”

“Because you have arse breath.”

“I would kiss the shit out of you if you ever ate my ass.”

“Nice choice of words.” She tapped her chin. “Would you like me to eat your ass?” Her eyes widened, with surprise more than terror.

I knew she’d do it. I knew her crazy ass would do just about anything. And I needed to calm myself down, because I was beginning to get ideas. Unlikely ideas, like taking Len with me on my quest to live on every island in Italy and France and Greece, like touring European museums together, and bungee jumping, and scuba diving—all the things I’d wanted to do alone after my business here was done.

Because doing them with Len could be so much more fun.

“Not particularly.” I shook my head, kissing her cheek and wrapping my arm around her on the cold floor. I didn’t want to be too adamant in case she had a weird, unexplained taste for ass, but it didn’t sound like my jam.

I stared at her for a while.

“Thank you,” we said at the same time.

We didn’t have to explain why. It was obvious.

I was her first.

She was mine.

The night was too good to be true, that was for sure.

Still, I shoved the bad inkling to the back of my mind, thinking maybe karma was so busy fucking Fairhurst with a twelve-inch dildo, she’d forgotten about me.

Len and I went up to my room, where I got my toothbrush and a towel. We went to the communal showers, I brushed my teeth, and then we took a shower together. I didn’t fuck her again, because I knew she was sore, but we kissed a lot and I bit her nipples, testing how far I could go before it became unpleasant (very fucking far, as it turned out).