“Try it and find out.” She pushes her ass against my hand harshly, and I see stars. I will die in this bathroom with this girl grinding on me, happy this is how I go.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter.
“Tick, tock, Asher. Are you a man of your word, or are?—”
I spank her, right in the middle of her ass cheek, earning me a hot as sin whimper.
We like it.
Got it.
“You were saying?” she asks, but her voice shifts from sassy to lustful.
“Where is it okay for me to touch?” I grab her ass gently, and she spreads her legs.
“Everywhere. Please.”
“So, so polite.” I raise her dress up her legs and over her ass. A black lace thong barely covers anything, and I groan.
“Hands on the door, yeah?” She nods at my suggestion.
I slide her underwear down, and she promptly steps out of them. I use this as my cue to sit under her, back against the wall, her perfect pussy right in front of me. She looks down, keeping her hands on the door, just like I told her to.
“Can I kiss everywhere too?” I ask, smiling at her.
“Fuck, yes. Please,” she begs, sticky lust guiding her words.
My hands find her ass, quickly pulling her to me, and in one, quick swoop, my tongue slides through her folds.
“Fuck,” she whispers as I groan against her slick sex. She not only smells like oranges, she tastes citrusy too. Or tropical, maybe. Pineapple and lemon, mixed with whatever other perfect taste. How does this girl look like that, smell and taste like this, and she’s walking around without a ring on her finger?
I take my time licking and teasing every inch of this gift. She lifts a knee, letting it rest on my shoulder and bucking against my face. The taste of her arousal changes, and fuck, if I don’t like it even more. I lick, lap, and suck at everything, flicking my tongue over her clit and grabbing her ass harder.
“Yes,” she whispers, all breathy and spent.
I won't stop. I want her orgasm almost as relentlessly as I want her name. If this was another time, maybe another lifetime,I would want more from her, but claiming her orgasm is enough for me, at least for now. Her legs quiver around me, and I suck her clit into my mouth, hard. She explodes.
She swirls her hips, barely able to move as she grinds closer and tighter to my face. As if she could come any closer. As if she could come any harder.
“Fuck!” she shouts as I groan, and with quick, shuddering breaths, she relaxes, and I let go.
“You taste perfect.”
“Thanks,” she whispers, and we both laugh. I slide myself up between her and the wooden door pressing hard against my back. She doesn’t waste any time, and her lips are back on mine. Her hand lowers to grab my dick, and now I’m the one moaning.
“Do you think you can fuck me right now?” she asks.
“Baby, I would give you anything you want right now, but I don’t have a condom on me. I didn’t think I would find you today, let alone have sex with you. I’m good, I promise.” I kiss her lips, just long enough to leave me wanting more but short enough that my dick won’t get any more ideas.
“Promise you won’t kill me,” she says with a smile on her face.
“Scout’s honor.” I kiss my index and middle fingers and lift them in the air.
She unlocks the door. “Pick those up and let’s go.” She opens the door and steps through, leading the way who knows where, but I grab her thong and gladly follow.
Downby Marian Hill
“At the riskof sounding like a stalker, is this where you live?” I ask as we walk through the front door of what seems like a Victorian hotel.
