I blanch. “You wouldn’t.”
He laughs. “Don’t look so shocked, you might like it.”
Self consciously, I do as he says, squeezing my eyes shut. When I feel him touch my chin, my eyes spring open. “B?—”
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Says you with the pierced and tattooed dick.” I shake my head. “How much did that hurt?”
“Not as much as it hurt staying away from you all these years.”
I stare at him, my eyes dancing. “Smooth.”
His eyes soften. “I mean it.”
“You mean everything you say.” It’s not a line, it’s true. The one thing about Brad is he isn’t a bullshitter.
“Well, I think I should let my tongue do the talking, don’t you?” Before I can react, he’s kneeling before me, yanks me forward so my ass is at the end of the mattress, then he parts me wider.
I’m so self conscious, not just because I haven’t had sex since Deaton’s dad left, but because this is Brad. My best friend. Yet, I don’t want this to end. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
I cry out when he swipes his tongue against my hot flesh, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Anybody ever do this to you?” he growls.
I shake my head. “N-no.”
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs. “Better than any cupcake or sweet treat…”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I think I’m going to combust. I make a yelping sound and when my eyes spring open, he’s looking up at me. Brad between my legs like this… it’s something I’ll never be able to wipe from my memory.
“Don’t stop,” I grasp for the words. “Please don’t stop.”
“Eyes on me when you come on my tongue.”
My eyes widen.He’s so dirty…and I love it.
He rolls the tip of his tongue around and around, and my head falls back. He stops. “Eyes on me,” he says again, his voice low and growly.
My eyes find his once more, and as he goes to town eating me out, I can’t help but grasp his hair in one hand. He moans. It’s a noise I’ve never heard him make, even when eating his favorite red velvet cupcakes. This is so much sexier. So much hotter. And a sound I never want to hear him make with anyone else.
“Oh, god,” I cry. “I’m coming. I’m…” I can’t hold it in. Ecstasy overwhelms me and I cry out, while waves of pleasurerun through me, igniting my soul. Brad doesn’t let up, he keeps strumming my clit with his tongue, and I know I must be causing him pain tugging on his hair, but he doesn’t show any signs of it. When he finally pulls away, he licks my inner thigh and I almost combust again.
“I want you,” I pant.
He grins. “Where do you want me, Baby Girl? Tell me.”
“Everywhere.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“Let me see it.”
His smile only spreads wider as he stands. His perfect dick, long and straight, as he cups it in one palm. I openly stare. He is beautiful. An Adonis. A sight for sore eyes.
“What do you want to do with it?” His voice barely contains his need. I see it in his eyes. The want. The lust. I feel it too.
I reach out, bold, as I smooth my palm down his dick as he lets go. The barbel at his tip is cool to the touch, and I shudder imagining all the things he’s going to do with it.
