His didn’t. In fact, he dropped to his knees and I stared down at him.
What was he doing? Kissing me was one thing. Feeling me up, too. That was high school stuff. But this?
The way he was eyeing me indicated he was nowhere near being done.
“Gotta taste you, sweetheart.”
“Um… here? Now?” I asked, my hand lifting his hat from his head and sitting it on mine.
“Here. Now.” His fingers were on my leggings–thank God I wore those instead of jeans for unintentional easy access in this situation–and he tugged them and my panties down to my knees. “Fuck, look how pretty you are.”
His eyes remained squarely on my pussy. I waxed bare because that was what Jackson had said he liked, but clearly not enough since he’d cheated on me. I could’ve stopped with the appointments, but really, after a while, they only got easier.
Jackson had never, not once, looked at my pussy like this. Like he had been lost in the desert and my pussy was the sustenance he needed to survive.
Then he leaned in. Breathed.
I pushed on his head. “Buck!” I hissed.
“You smell fucking perfect.” Then he licked me. Once, right up my seam. “Taste sweet, too.”
He pulled back and looked up at me.
This time, when I tugged his hair, I pushed his face back between my thighs.
“More.”
He smiled then, his lips slick with my arousal. “You need to come, sweetheart?”
I nodded, glancing down at him. His hat was big on me and slid around as I moved, but I felt an odd sort of protection wearing it. Like a college guy and his team hoodie, wearing a guy’s Stetson was a special kind of claiming.
So was he, about to eat me out.Thatwas a claiming.
He tugged at my leggings and worked them, along with one sneaker, off my left leg, freeing me for him to–
“Oh God,” I said, when he tossed that leg over his shoulder and went to work, zeroing in on my clit
One hand cupped my butt, the other slid up my inner thigh. He found me wet and really tight when he slipped two big fingers into me.
“Don’t stop,” I said, rolling my hips, chasing the orgasm I was getting to in record time.
Maybe it was the illicit location. Joe was in the kitchen, diners were sitting at their booths while I was getting eaten out in the back room. That was hot.
Maybe it was Buck’s talent. I definitely couldn’t diminish that because… wow.
Maybe it was us. It was his voraciousness for me that fed my pleasure.
He wasn’t on his knees out of obligation. No, he was a man who liked to eat pussy.
Mine, especially.
I thunked my head back against the door, closed my eyes. His hat tipped.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.Don’t stop,”I whispered, then came.
I bit my lip, whimpering and trying to breathe as I bit my lip. No way was I letting Joe or anyone else know what we were up to.
My inner walls clamped down on his fingers that were doing some curling, magical thing inside. I felt myself get wetter, then wetter still.
