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Hendrick kneels between my legs and licks me, sucking on my clit, my lips, until I’m a moaning wreck, and an orgasm sweeps me.
The bastard doesn’t let it live to potential, though. He takes his mostly dressed self up and out of view. “Have at it, Jac. I needed a taste.”
Now Jac’s there, between my thighs. And Hendrick comes up to my head. He’s drinking whiskey, but he’s looking at Jac and what he’s doing. I don’t look until it touches my heated skin, the lips and then my clit.
Oh. Fuck. He just painted me with the honey. And it’s warm.
“Jac…”
Ignoring me, he starts to suck it off, and Hendrick adjusts my head. “Open your mouth, Cat.”
I do. Lifting his head, Jac pours more honey on me while Hendrick pours whiskey into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he says, “hold it.”
The whiskey is smooth and expensive, but it starts burning the delicate tissues of my mouth, and at the same time, my pussy starts to burn. And Jac rubs my clit.
I have to push the back of my tongue to my soft palate to stop myself from accidentally choking or swallowing, but I can’t help the jerk of my body as my blood starts to sing from Jac’s assult on my pussy.
Jac laughs and rubs more on.
In the background, Miles Davis plays the trumpet with a cool, sexy light drum and bass.
I can’t breathe. I’m pulled in so many directions that I burn.
My clit’s on fire, so is my mouth, and that’s all I can think of when something cold slides over my nipples.
“Open your mouth,” says Hendrick.
“Keep those fucking thighs parted, cunt,” says Jac as he rubs a little more of the fiery honey on me.
Hendrick dips into my mouth. It’s a kiss that’s pure sex, his tongue a wicked thing as he licks in and drinks the whiskey.
When he lifts his head, I stare up, my heart slamming, my pulse pounding as my mouth throbs in time to the burn in my clit and outer lips.
Then liquid dribbles on my breasts as Hendrick pours more Hibiki on me, only to lick and suck it off my flesh.
“Oh, god. Fuck you, Jac. It burns.”
There’s the hiss of a zip, and Hendrick’s back. “Open your goddamn mouth.”
“And fuck you, too,” I snarl.
He grabs my chin, forces me to open my mouth, and dribbles some more whiskey. “Hold it.”
I’m about to swallow when he looms up, pulls my head backward, and pushes his cock into me right at the same time that Jac’s mouth comes down on my clit.
I explode in a giant orgasm that shatters me, making me gasp, and the liquid to slide down my throat. Hendrick waits a beat for me to regain myself before shoving his cock so deep, it almost forces the whiskey back up.
“Mmm,” Hendrick murmurs. “So good, Cat. So fucking good.”
His praise helps me focus on keeping my gag reflex under control, and it’s just in time, too. In this this position—with my back arched against the coffee table and my head craned back for far that I’m practically upside down, there’s nowhere for me to run. Hendrick can get even deeper at this angle, push the limits of my body, and he’s taking full advantage of it.
His pace starts to pick up, and his grunts of pleasure sing in my ears. When his palm rubs the moving budge in my throat, the one he’s creating with every thrust, he growls in approval and the sound vibrates through my entire being.
“Fuck, yes,” he says. “She takes it so well, doesn’t she, Jac? Our little thief.”
Jac replies without words. His sucking and licking become faster, more relentless, and I spasm. It’s like he’s trying to clean my pussy as Hendrick fucks my mouth, and my head by spins, my senses in complete overload.
