Page 21 of Sexy

He rips off the unused condom, throwing it aside, and then takes my hand and places it on his hard cock, gently moving it up and down until I make a fist around him. He’s thick, and so hard.

“Guys like that, Tiffy.” He takes my other hand, finds my pointer finger, then brings it to my lips. “Use your mouth, remember?”

I touch my lips, then lick my finger.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, yes.”

I pump him faster, squeeze him harder. He raises his head and arches his back a little before returning his gaze to me. “How close are you? I’m so fucking close.”

“Close,” I repeat, then hesitate.

“How do you like to come, Tiffy? With my fingers doing this?” He strums my clit in little circles and then drives a finger deeper, pushing inside me, right through my panties. “Or with my cock filling you up until you scream?”

“God, I don’t know. I never really do that.”

“Do what?” he asks, taking my finger that’s still up to my lips and kissing it. He puts it inside his mouth and sucks, then slips it out and kisses my mouth. His mouth is hungry. It’s rough again, the tenderness forgotten.

“Get off. I don’t really get off.”

Everything stops—his mouth, his fingers still trying to work their way inside through the barrier of my hundred-dollar lace panties—and he just stares at me. “You don’t orgasm? Ever?”

I laugh, a little bit embarrassed. “I do, I mean, yeah. But only when I…”

He cocks his head at me. “When you…?”

I shrug.

“Masturbate?” he finishes.

I nod, blushing.

And before I know what’s happening, he’s swooped me up into his arms and is kneeling down on the blanket. He lays me down, then spreads my legs and positions himself between them. His cock is still stiff, and he pumps himself a few times absently.

“No more talking, OK?”

I nod, ready for that part of this to be over.

“Just close your eyes, relax, and forget all that bullshit we just talked about. Put all that out of your mind and just feel good for me.”

And before I can even nod out a yes, he’s got my knees up to my chest, my legs spread wide, and he dives between them. My panties are still on, and I stiffen, but he strokes my knee softly and whispers, “Be still.”

I am still.

Until the heat of his breath passes over the thin layer of fabric that stands between him and what we both clearly want. I want him to rip my panties off so bad. I want to feel the texture of his tongue as it sweeps along my folds. I want him to push it inside me, fuck me with his mouth the way he made me fuck him with mine.

But he leaves them on, licking his way up and down the crease between my legs like an expert. His lapping makes them even more soaked than they were, and soon I can feel the pool of desire rushing out. “More,” I beg. I need to feel more.

“Come then, Tiffy. I’ll make you come twice. Three times, probably. But I want it to start like this. So just relax and let that feeling build until you can’t contain it anymore.”

Jesus Christ. No wonder he can get anyone he wants. His words are magic. Everything to do with that mouth is magic. He’s making me crazy.

He pulls my panties aside. Just a fraction. Just enough to let the air sweep in across my clit. Just enough for the tip of his tongue to find its mark. Just enough to—

“Oh,” I moan. Fuck, yes. “Ohhh,” I groan out again. I grab his hair and push his face deeper into me.

My back buckles and my hips thrust up, like I’m the one fucking his face now. I rub myself along his scratchy chin, angling my body so that he hits me as I reach that climax and then sail away into the moaning of the most exquisite release I’ve ever experienced.

He licks me a few more times and then nips my inner thigh until I squeal. “Miss Preston,” he whispers, “I do believe I owe you a taste.” He scoots up my body, dragging that still very hard cock along my belly, right up my two-thousand-dollar pristine white dress.