"Get on the bed," I tell her. She climbs onto my father's bed and lies back. Her legs fall open. She's already wet. I can see it. Fuck. A wet eighteen year old. The devil on my shoulder wants to fuck. If the angel on my shoulder has a word to say, I'm not listening.
I strip off my shirt and pants and climb on top of her. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I take one nipple in my mouth and suck, running my tongue over it as she arches into me.
"Asher," she breathes.
I kiss my way down her stomach. When I settle between her thighs, she's trembling. "I can't fuck you," I say. "Not yet."
"Why not?"
"I’m not crossing that line in the middle of the day when I need to go home after. You deserve better."
"But we can do other things?”
“Yes, baby. We can do so many other things.”
I don't wait for her to say anything. Instead, I lower my mouth to her pussy and taste her. She cries out, her hands flying to my hair. I work her with my tongue, finding her clit and circling it until she's writhing beneath me.
"Oh my god," she gasps. "Oh my god, Asher?—"
I slide two fingers inside her and she comes almost immediately, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shaking. I keep going, fucking her with my tongue and fingers, devouring her like I'm starving. Because for her, I am. That vanilla sweetness I've been dreaming about is everything I hoped it would be.
She comes two more times, drenching my tongue and fingers as she moans and gasps. When she finally goes limp, I pull back and wipe my mouth. "Holy shit," she breathes.
I climb back up her body and kiss her. She can taste herself on my lips.
"Your turn," she says.
She pushes me onto my back and straddles me. She kisses down my chest, my stomach, and takes my cock in her mouth again. I'm not gentle and she doesn't ask me to be. She chokes on my cock, the sexiest fucking noise I've ever heard. I fuck her face harder, loving that she figures out how to take it.
"I'm going to fucking cum," I growl. "And you're going to swallow like a good little girl."
She makes a noise in her throat as she nods, and it's so fucking good I see stars. I cum hard, yelling her name, my hands fisted in her hair. She swallows and looks up at me with a satisfied smile.
"Good?" she asks.
"Fuck yes."
We lie there for a while, catching our breath. The room smells like sex and her vanilla perfume. Maybe I should feel guilty. Maybe I should be thinking about Julie waiting at home. But I'm not.
All I can think about is how good that felt. And how much I want to do it again.
We spend the next three hours in that bed. By the time we stop, it's almost six. I'm annoyed because I know Julie will be wondering where I am which means I have to go home, when what I really want to do is keep cumming. I want to put Devon on her knees and fuck her tight little pussy, but I have to go home. Annoyed doesn’t cover it.
I quickly shower and redress while Devon watches from the bed. She's still naked, sprawled out on the sheets like she owns the place. Someday soon, she may just be the lady of the house. I grin, imagining being able to touch and fuck her whenever I want to.
"When can we do this again?" she asks.
"Thursday."
"What time?"
"Two."
"I'll be here."
I lean down and kiss her one more time. "This stays between us."
"Obviously."
