“Why wouldn’t they?” I ask in all seriousness.
“Maybe it was a little overdramatised.” She shakes her head. “Those things usually are, but… I don’t know. It looked pretty amazing.”
I lean forward and kiss her. When I pull back, I snatch her lip between my teeth and let her see the complete hunger in my eyes. The way she turns me on, and my complete willingness to prove I’m the guy she can use for anything she wants.
“Use me, Trickster.” I shuffle further down and tilt my head back. “I’m begging you.”
She takes a deep breath, then reaches for the handle above her head, pulling herself up so she can place her knees on the back seat on either side of my head. I wrap my hand around her thighs, ready for her to take control. Staring down at me, her chest heaves and her pussy hovers just above where I need her, so I open my mouth and offer her my tongue.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, as she lowers all the way down. Just before her pussy makes contact, her eyes find mine. My cock twitches. I feel like I’m being rewarded. I’m not sure what the fuck for, but I’ll take it.
Eyes boring into mine, she presses onto my tongue. I moan, accepting her sweet taste. I watch her with adoration as I run my tongue over her, straining to keep my head still so she can maintain all the control.
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs when she starts to move her hips. I flick my tongue, and she lowers further onto me, rolling her hips, letting me taste from her clit to the opening of her delicious cunt.
I groan louder and see her fist tighten on the handle above. Her other hand comes to her breasts, pinching her nipple as her mouth drops open with a breathy gasp.
I tilt her hips, bringing her harder against me, letting her know I can take more. Ineedmore. She nods, panting, squeezing her breast harder as she flicks her hips. Her pussy grows wetter,and her breath stutters as she finally lets go and chases the sensations.
She cries out, the sound catching in her throat as if it’s laced with smoke; raw and rasping. I continue to lick her, ravenous for what she offers and downright feral as she drips down my chin and neck. It’s like I’m wearing her pleasure as a damn collar.
My legs start twitching, my cock getting hard again as Maevyn’s cries climb higher and higher. Her pussy moves over my mouth, her inhibitions gone as she rides me like she’s gunning for first place.
Throwing her hand to the roof of the car, Maevyn’s eyes squeeze shut as she closes in. I move my hands up to her breasts, rolling both hard nipples between my fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” I tell her, and her mouth drops open in disbelief.
My hips buck on instinct, my legs locking up. Fuck. Am I gonna come again? Without her even touching me?
“Fuck, Westley. Ohhh, I’m gonna come.” The fire in her eyes incinerates me. I wrap an arm behind her back to grip her waist, while my other hand slips between us so I can thrust two fingers inside, fucking her as fast as I can, while I suction my mouth over her clit.
She squeals above me, looking on the verge of tears, but her enthusiasticyes, yes, yeskeeps me going.
Bouncing over me, I swirl my fingers, and then all at once, she comes to a grinding stop, throws her head back, and lets out a cathartic cry. I’d be worried about the way her clenching pussy is cutting off the circulation to my fingers if my first instinct wasn’t to thank her for it. Her release runs down my fingers and coats my beard, commanding my own gratifying moans as I grip her waist tighter. The tip of my dick pokes out the top of my waistband, letting cum shoot onto my stomach.
I’m a panting mess as she unsteadily flops beside me, one leg stretched over the centre console, the other over my chest, and her upper body sprawled over the back seat.
I laugh, taking in the sight of us. It’s a beautiful display of desperate and unashamed need. We didn’t care about how we got it, where we were. The only thing that mattered was snatching the feeling and gripping it tight. It’s become a familiar emotion since I met Maevyn. Desperately wanting what she has to give and then stealing more. Holding on so resolutely because something feels different. Something in the universe is telling me, this is it.
I don’t know whatitis exactly, but I know it starts and ends with Maevyn.
“What are you laughing at?” The delirious way she sighs the words has me laughing harder.
I lean over and bring her face to mine, kissing her and letting her taste herself on me. She grips my wrist, running her thumb back and forth. I think she was right about physical touch being her love language. It’s not the moments she touches me with desire; it’s these little moments after and in between. Fingers always running through my hair, over my arm, against my chest, right over my heart.
“Take a look,” I tell her.
She leans back with a furrowed brow, and I tilt my chin to my stomach. The second she sees the mess, she gasps.
With a hand on her chin, I bring her eyes back to mine. “That’s what you do to me. Riding my face, demanding I bring you the release you need… Thank you, baby.”
“I’m going to need two to five business days to recover from how hot that is.” Her eyes shift back down to my stomach. “You really came just from eating me out.”
I shake my head. “No—well, yes.” I swipe a thumb over her lip. “But it was more from watching just how stunning you looked as you took control.”
“You like a woman in control?”
“I like you in control.” I press a kiss to her neck, inching up until I reach her jaw. “I like you telling me what to do. Confidence looks good on you.”
