“You thought getting a tattoo would get me back? And he agreed with you?” Her head shakes, both her hands sliding down my torso. “You two are dumb.”
Oh god, I’m not sure I want her to know there’s a second tattoo. I’ve never cared what people thought of any of the tattoos on my body, but right now I care. If she hates this one, she’ll hate the other one, and I’m not sure what I’ll do if that’s the case.
“Do you hate it?” I ask, letting my other hand now fall to my side.
Bringing her eyes to mine, she steps forward, erasing the space she put between us to look more closely at the tattoo, and shakes her head. “The opposite.”
The crushing weight inside me lifts instantly, and a breath billows out, easing every tense muscle that had taken over my body. My cock responds to her nearness, and the way she runs herfingertips along my forearms, over my biceps, and the tops of my shoulders.
“How could I possibly hate that I’m part of you like this? You have all the important pieces of your life branded on your body, and now I’m one of them,” she whispers, her eyes dropping back to the tattoo before she leans in and presses a kiss to it. She’s nearly the perfect height to do it. “I love it.”
Swallowing when she kisses her way down to the middle of my torso, my stomach flexes at the sensation of her mouth against my flushed skin and my head drops forward to watch. Bringing her hands to the center of my pants, she works my belt buckle, pulling the leather so she can get to the button on my jeans. I’m helpless to stop her, my cock screaming behind the confines of my pants, but I vow to myself I’ll stop her the second he’s free.
Except when she pulls the zipper down, and he springs out, she grasps him through my cotton boxer briefs, and I’m rendered useless, reaching back to grab onto the doorknob behind me.
“Fuck,” I grunt, stumbling back when her other hand comes to my stomach and she pushes me into the door. “B, what are you doing?”
She answers with her tongue, drawing a line with it from the center of my chest to my navel, eliciting a drawn-out moan at the feel of her hot mouth on me. Hooking her fingers into the elastic of my boxer briefs, she shoves them, along with my jeans, down over my hips, my cock standing at full attention when she drops to her knees in front of me.
The sight nearly has me coming undone. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock, and I know she sees it when she takes me in her hand and leans in, flicking the tip of her tongue out just enough that she can lick the droplet away. The warmth of her breath, the nearness of her mouth, and the way she grabs me have my hipsinching forward involuntarily, desperate for more.
She’s ready for it, her mouth opening to allow the head of my cock inside, and my knees damn near buckle. My head slams back against the door, eyes rolling backward when I feel that soft, beautiful mouth wrap around me, tongue swirling around the head.
Some part of me knows I should stop this. Knows that her pleasure needs to come first. I want it to come first. But fuck, I can’t think, can’t move, can hardly breathe when her mouth feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
When she sucks hard, then pops her lips off, I let out a groan, bringing one hand to her head for my fingers to tangle in her soft strands.
“B,” I pant. “I should—”
“You should nothing,” she says, her tone firm, head tilting up at the same time mine drops forward. Our eyes meet, hers through long eyelashes, those big round doe eyes bringing my control to snapping levels when she’s in front of me like that. “You’re going to stand there while I’m on my knees for you and you’re just going to let yourself enjoy this because it’s what I want, Wy. I want to suck your cock.”
I’ve learned two things in the last number of minutes: she likes her ass played with, and she wants to suck my cock.
Who am I to stop either of those? I’ve won the fucking lottery.
My grip in her hair tightens, tugging lightly to keep her eyes focused on me. “Do you just want to suck it or do you want me to fuck your mouth, baby?”
Desire brightens her eyes, her mouth falling open far enough that I can see the back of her throat from this angle. Fuck me.
“I want every inch, Wy. I want you to fuck my throat.”
If ever there’d been a time to jerk off before a date, it wouldhave been this one. It’s going to take everything I possess not to blow before I’m halfway inside her.
Watching intently when she dips her hands into the waistband of her leggings and wiggles them off her hips, down to her knees, I stop breathing. She slides a hand between her legs, a moan leaving her lips, then she pulls her hand back out and I can see the coating of her arousal on her fingertips.
She’s fucking soaked. Has to be, given what she shows me while bringing her hand to my cock, wrapping it around my member to cover my length in her wetness.
“Fuck, B,” I ground out, hand in her hair, tugging her towards my cock, needing her mouth around me after watching that. “Fuck, that was the sexiest fucking thing. Now take my fat cock in that beautiful mouth and suck it until I hear you gagging.”
A whimper comes from below, a sound that says it’s what she wants too, and then I’m in her mouth, seeing stars as she takes me inch by inch. At first, she hollows her cheeks out, sucking hard with every extra inch she takes in, and my grip in both her hair and around the doorknob tightens.
Her mouth is so fucking wet. Like she’s salivating over the thought of my cock, and it makes me think of how wet she is between her thighs. She must be thinking the same thing, because she dips her fingers back between them, bringing more of her arousal to the length of my cock not in her mouth. The scent of her sex hits me then, and I have to stop myself from thrusting forward, my eyes glazing over. I can’t wait to have my face buried in that pussy. To give back what she’s giving to me.
The tip of my cock pushes against the back of her throat, and she takes a breath, relaxes, and then takes me fully. I think it’s the most glorious sight I’ve ever seen until she looks up at me and our gazes collide while I’m seated inside her from this angle.
“Oh fuck, B. My gorgeous girl, taking my cock so fucking good.”
This time I can’t help it, my hips shift even while I cling to every scrap of control I can find, but then, like she wants me to completely lose it, she hums against me, and I’m powerless.
