He grinned, his hand guiding hers along his pulsing shaft. “I knew you were smart.” His hips bucked when she squeezed. “Enough. Get on the bed.”
24
Rylan scooped up a chunk of cherry pie and spread it over Mazey’s slick pussy lips. He groaned when her apple pie coated hand gripped his dick. “Fuck!”
“Cold, huh?”
He could hear the smirk in her voice, but he didn’t bother looking at her mouth. He couldn’t stand to see it right next to his pie smeared cock right now. He’d be blowing his load before they got to the best part of this. “Jesus, woman, you’re killing me.”
“Right back at ya,” she said on a rush of breath. “Shit, that’s freezing.”
Laughing, he mixed the ice cream he’d layered on her clit with the pie. “We should stop playing with our dessert and eat it.”
She didn’t answer him, and he was about to see what was going on when the slurp of her tongue up the length of his shaft pulled his balls tight.
“Holy shit.”
“Mmmm . . . so good,” she said right before she swallowed him down.
“Fuck. Shit. Maz.” He bucked his hips, sank his cock to the back of her throat, and clenched his jaw to keep from coming.
She’d sucked him this morning. He knew she was good at it. Fuck. She was expert level when it came to giving blow jobs, but he’d be damned if she’d get him off before he got to return the favor.
Leaning up, he swiped his tongue over her clit. The noise she made around his dick made him smile. Pulling her hips closer to his face, he spread her wide and ate like a man who hadn’t had a meal in months.
They fought it out after those first few licks. Each trying their hardest to distract the other and push them over the edge. In the end, it didn’t matter how many fingers he thrust inside her tight pussy or how fast he lashed her clit with his tongue, her ability to deep throat hurled him into climax before he could get her there.
He wasn’t some macho guy who had to prove himself a man, but for fuck’s sake, he wished he could have held out longer. He didn’t let the blinding flash of release keep him down for long after that final pulse of come shot down her throat. Determined to have her coming on his tongue, he rolled them over and flipped around to kneel between her knees.
Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her legs up and wide, lifting her ass off the bed. The position put her pie and ice cream soaked pussy on full display and within easy reach, and he dove back in, a hungry growl rumbling in his chest.
It took no time for his face to be a sticky mess from chin to forehead. He didn’t care. He used everything he had to get her off. Lips, teeth, nose, fingers, at one point, he even used his chin to grind against her clit, and when the first contraction of her orgasm gripped his fingers, he pressed his thumb on the puckered opening between her cheeks.
She bucked beneath him. Her hips pumping up and down as the release tore through her with a scream. He pinned her in place with his forearms on the backs of her thighs and kept at her. Pushed and pushed and pushed until the first orgasm slid into a second.
By the time he’d wrung her out and let go, she was limp, her arms and legs splayed, her hair a sexed-up mess, and her whole body colored by a satisfied flush.
He crawled up over her, dropping kisses along the way. Her mound, her belly button, each breast, and finally her mouth.
Licking her lips, he pressed inside and played with her tongue. He kept it gentle, a tender sweep, a barely-there brush of his tongue on hers. Easing out, he sipped at her lips before moving across her cheek to her ear. “Want another piece of pie?” he whispered.
Mazey’s laugh was soft and low, as though she didn’t have the energy to do more. “I already had two.”
He grinned, nipped her earlobe. “Why yes, yes you did, you greedy thing.”
Her eyelids fluttered open, her slumberous gaze meeting his. “Do you want another piece?”
As much as he wanted to say yes, his dick wasn’t on board with it. Not yet. “Soon.” He nuzzled her neck with his nose. “How about we jump in the shower and clean up a bit first?”
A lazy smile curled her lips. “I don’t think I can stand. My legs are numb.”
Her words gave him an idea. His bathroom had a big jetted tub he hadn’t used in all the weeks he’d lived here. The idea of having Mazey in there the first time he filled it seemed symbolic. Smiling against her skin he said, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered.”
“Oh?” She turned her head, her lips meeting his for an easy kiss.
Breaking away, he said, “Hold that thought. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Somehow he found the strength to pull himself away. It was probably the thought of a wet and naked Mazey in his tub that did it. And true to his words, he was back in the bedroom a minute later, warm water filling the bath behind him.
