Page 59 of Don’t Be A Stranger

I pull the candy away from her again and put it back into my mouth, this time groaning at the taste of her. The sweetness isn’t coming from any artificial sugar. It’s coming straight from her.

I don’t bring the candy back to her clit. Instead, I tap her bottom lip with it. Summer opens her mouth willingly and whines around it.

She mumbles against the sucker. “You said that I could have you in my mouth.”

It hasn’t happened yet, but I have imagined Summer sucking me off plenty of times before. In my bed and the shower. My hand wrapped tightly around my dick, desperately trying to picture anyone else but it always goes back to Summer.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” I hum against her jaw.

Summer quickly nods her head.

I press the candy against her mouth again. She immediately wraps her lips around it, putting on a show for me.

I kiss the side of her mouth, licking up the drool. “Since you have a newfound obsession with this piece of candy here, you’re going to fuck yourself with it while my dick is in your mouth, got it?”

Summer grinds her bare pussy against the front of my jeans, desperate. I pull away, earning a whine that shoots straight to my dick.

“Get on your knees.”

Summer does as she’s told, sitting on her knees so perfectly for me. Her hair is a mess already and it’s only about to get worse from here. I hand her the sucker and she rests it in her mouth while I undo my belt and jeans but before I can pull myself out, Summer takes it upon herself to reach for my zipper and pulls my aching dick free.

She runs her thumb over the tip and then decides to bring the sucker to my dick, coating the candy with pre-cum, before putting it back into her mouth, moaning.

My stomach clenches at the sight. She makes it look so good that I’m tempted to ask for a taste. But with our friends just down the hallway, I know we can’t take too long in here.

I gently pump myself a few times before tapping the corner of Summer’s mouth with my dick.

“Open.”

And she does. Goddamn it, Summer effortlessly takes me into her mouth while moving the sucker down between her legs. One of my hands slaps against the marble counter and I hold onto the edge. My other hand gathers what I can of Summer’s hair, gripping the strands into a fist.

Her mouth is warm, tight, and deliciously perfect in every way I didn’t know was possible.

“Fuck, Summer.” I keep my voice low, not needing anyone to interrupt us right now. I might start throwing hands if that happens.

Summer opens her mouth wider, taking me in deeper until I feel myself hit the back of her throat, almost sending me into the clouds. Her hands work between her thighs, one holding herself open and the other working the sucker steadily against her clit.

Great, now I’m going to have to frame the fucking candy and keep it as my own secret souvenir.

Summer lets me gently fuck the back of her throat, allowing me to take the reins and buck my hips. When she gags, I pull away, just for her to quickly take me back into her mouth, her tongue lapping around me.

Watching her fuck herself with a piece of candy as she’s taking my dick in her mouth is an experience I never thought I’d have, but here I am, loving every second of it.

I wrap both of my hands around her hair, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. As deep as she can take it. Summer looks up at me, teary-eyed and taking it so well for me.

Summer quickly pulls away, chest heaving. “Come in my mouth.”

I’d love nothing more than that but if I’m coming anywhere tonight, it’s going to be inside of her. I long for the feeling of her pussy wrapped around me while I come.

“Not tonight,” I whisper, pained and truthfully. We both seem disappointed about this. “You decided to pull this little stunt when everyone was around so as much as I’d love to come down your throat, Pretty Girl, I’m going to fuck you against this counter and you’re going to be quiet.”

I help pull Summer back onto her feet. My hand wraps around the nape of her neck to pull her closer when her whine immediately fills the small bathroom.

I let instinct take over and slap the outside of her thigh. “You’re not going to make noise, Summer.”

She nods frantically. “No noise, I promise.”

I drop the sucker into the trash can before turning Summer around. We’re now looking at each other through the mirror. I step closer, pressing her deeper into the counter. Resting my hands on her stomach, I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent.