“Bite.”
She presses her teeth to my chest at the same time as I press my hand between her legs and swipe my middle finger through her wetness. I feel her startled gasp against my skin, her fingers tightening on my cock.
“I love kissing you here.” My thumb slides over the soft rise of her still swollen clit. “I’d crawl between your legs and make your pussy my home.”
“You have…” But that’s all she manages as I slide another finger inside her. Her free hand finds my bicep, her fingers almost piercing. And there we stand for breathless beats, my fingers inside her, my thumb petting and sliding over and over again as I force her onto her tiptoes to feel the full effect, our mouths all hot slides and breathlessness.
“I want…”
“Tell me. I’ll give it to you.” Again and again.
“I want to taste you.” She rocks against me, breasts pressed to my chest, so lewd and so lush as a chuckle rises from my chest, dark and sort of frantic.
“Then get on your knees, darling.”
“First, tell me who Kerry is.”
“What?” I pull back a little to better see her face, not quite sure of her meaning.
“Kerry,” she purrs as her hand slides between us, wrapping her dainty fingers around my cock in a surprisingly firm hold.
“The number on the newspaper,” I murmur, trying to keep a straight face.
“Yeah. Who is she,” Mimi repeats as she begins to slowly and methodically jerk me off.
“Beckett,” I almost grunt, the rest of the explanation leaving my mouth in a rush. “Gave me the number.”
“Oh. Right.” She angles her face away, but not before I see a flash of disquiet.
“A massage therapist.” I’m a bastard, but what’s good for the goose is definitely good for the gander as her tongue returns to my nipple and her free hand cups my balls. Her hot breath pools against me, and I’m glad I have something to lean against as she works me. This feels so good.
“Oh, look. You’re a little wet.”
I glance down at her words. Her thumb pressed to my slit, she pulls it away, pre-cum suspended like a tiny spider’s web between us. Until she brings her thumb to her mouth, where she sucks.
“Wet just for me.” Her gaze lingers almost speculatively before I bring my hand to the back of her head.
“Just for you. All for you, and there will be nothing left of me when you’re through.” I add a little pressure when her knees bend, her body bowing gracefully before me. “That’s right, little fly. Get on your knees for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her smoky eyes watch my reaction as she paints a wet stripe of pleasure across my cock head, making me groan.
“You’re so silky here,” she whispers as she wraps her fingers around the base and her lips to my crown. Breath halts in my chest as she tongues the glans, licking and swirling like I’m an ice cream on a hot summer’s day. “And here.” Her solemn gaze watches as she licks along my length, making my toes curl against the towel, my hands finding themselves in her hair.
“Put me in your mouth, darling. Suck me off.”
Her eyes sweep up, her look bold. “You can’t put bad things in my mouth.”
My laughter, fuck, it’s loud. At least until she presses her lips to my crown. “This isn’t bad.” She swirls her tongue. “This is you, and I have wanted you for a very long time.”
“And now you have me. I’m all yours.” In more ways than I’m prepared to admit. In more ways than you’re prepared to hear.
“Not Kerry’s?”
“No more than you are Garrett’s.”
She seems satisfied by my answer, putting her lips to me in a tight kiss, her lips widening as she slides her way down. It’s some show, watching my cock disappear into her mouth.
