I switch, sucking on the other nipple while my fingers tease the other to a hard point. She pants and whimpers.
And then, I’m releasing her breast, my hand moving around her throat. Not choking, just pulling her so my mouth can find hers.
I shouldn’t be kissing her. I know this.
I shouldn’t be doing any of this with her.
But I can’t seem to stop.
I lick her bottom lip. She moans, and my tongue sweeps inside. She lets me control the kiss, our hands roaming, hips grinding in perfect harmony.
With a growl, I pull back, my hand still on her throat.
“I’m going to come soon.”
She’s off me, her hands tugging on my sweatpants. “This time, in my mouth.”
The room spins. My breath shudders as my cock springs free.
And then her mouth is on me, taking me deep. Tongue gliding over my skin, protecting me from her teeth.
“Fuck, Ivy.” My hands are wrapped in her long strands, tugging her deeper. “Suck my cock, baby.”
She moans around my length. Bright eyes meet mine as she takes me to the back of her throat.
“Shit. No gagging,” I whisper.
She pulls me from her mouth. “Nope.” Her tongue licks my pre-cum. “You taste so good.” Eyes are still on me. “Come in my mouth. I want every drop.”
And then, she’s taking me deep, her warm mouth like heaven. I jerk my hips, chasing the pleasure, seconds from exploding.
And then I arch, shoving my cock down her throat, and unleash.
I feel it furiously working around me, swallowing everything I have to offer.
When I stop, she moves to the tip, licking it, before releasing me. Her fingers wipe the corners of my mouth, dragging the cum inside, sucking it off.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I pull her closer, my thumbs wiping her tears before I devour her, tasting myself on her tongue.
When I finally pull back, we’re panting in unison.
As I stare at her beautiful face, blind panic hits. What is she going to want from me? Expect now that?—
She gives me a gentle kiss, then pushes off me. She zips her pink jacket, then fixes her hair. Her gaze moves to the patio doors.
“I should go.”
I get to my feet, tucking myself into my pants. “It’s dark.”
She shrugs and grabs her jacket. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
As she zips it, fear rolls through me. What if that jackass, Silas, is lurking around? He doesn’t seem the type to handle rejection well.
I grab my sweatshirt and pull it over my head. I hear the patio door shut. My arms are in the sleeves, pulling it down, while I stuff my feet into my sneakers, then hurry after her.
This time, it’s me jumping over the deck railing, landing on the cold, hard ground. I hurry after her, catching her just as she steps onto the trail in the woods.
She whirls around, eyes wide with fright.
