“She went out the back,” Stocks said, selling the poor girl out to his friend.
“Thanks, brother.” Bull flew down the stairs and hit the door in a sprint.
Looking after them, I asked, “What was that about?”
“Lily likes Bull and I’m pretty sure he just friend-zoned her. I don’t think she took it well.”
The friend zone, a black hole from which there is no escape. Poor girl. “It would appear not.”
Dismissing them, Stocks closed the small distance between us and his eyes filled with lust. “But we can’t worry about that, because you were about to show me how horny you got from watching me fight.”
“I was?” How did he even know about that? Maybe everyone got horny from watching fights? Maybe I should stage a mud wrestling tournament for his viewing pleasure?
He nodded. Holding my gaze, he slipped his hand down the front of my pants, squeezing inside my panties before finding my damp folds. His eyes lit up. “Yep. I’d say you enjoyed the show quite a bit.” He dipped a finger inside my pussy and poked around a couple of times. With our gazes still locked, he popped his wet fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. “Mm. I love the way you taste, baby.”
If I wasn’t soaked before, I sure as hell was now.
Stocks gave me a knowing smile before grabbing my hand again. We burst into his room like we were outrunning the cops. He closed the door, trapped me against it, and reached for the hem of my shirt.
We undressed in a flurry of clothes and kisses before Stocks released my lips to travel down to my breasts while stroking my folds.
“If I knew watching me fight made you this wet, I would have thrown hands long before now.”
I bucked my hips against his fingers, taking them deeper. He continued to finger me. Every stroke and probe took me closer to the edge, but I refused to go over it yet. Pulling away from him, I released a breathy, “Stop.”
His labored breathing and thick, hard cock made it clear what he thought about my order. “You okay?” He looked over his fingers, probably checking for sharp nails. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not at all.” Stocks always took such excellent care of me, it was time to return the favor. For once, I refused to be the first to come.
“What’s going on? You’re kinda giving me mixed signals, babe.”
“See if you can read this one.” I dropped to my knees and licked his shaft from balls to head.
He sucked in a breath. “Jesus.”
I couldn’t walk on water, but I could make him sing my praises, so I accepted the compliment and licked him again. I started out slow, and then built up speed and intensity. Over and over, I ran my tongue up his cock like it was a Tootsie Pop I was trying to get to the center of. When he started leaking pre-cum, I popped the head into my mouth and sucked him off.
He groaned.
Encouraged to keep at it, I took him as deep as I could. He hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I had to fight to keep from gagging, but I still couldn’t take all of him. He was just too damn big.
“Holy shit. Fuck.” Steadying my head with both hands, he slowly pulled out before plunging back in. “Shit, that’s good. That’s real good, baby. Play with yourself for me.”
I met his gaze and saw nothing but complete adoration. Dipping my fingers between my legs, I stroked my clit while holding his gaze.
“That’s it. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
He fucked my mouth as heat pooled between my legs. He was right, I was soaked and growing even wetter by the second. Playing with myself while I sucked him off was hot as hell. If I didn’t let up, I’d break my promise to make him come first. Sliding my slick fingers back up to his cock, I palmed his balls, giving them a little squeeze. I lost his eyes as they rolled back in his head. He tried to pull away, but I reached around and grabbed his ass, holding him against me and sucking for all I was worth.
“If you don’t stop, you’re gonna get a mouth full, babe.”
Exactly what I wanted. I dug my nails into the meat of his ass, urging him to keep going.
“All right. Open wide.”
I did as I was told. We locked gazes again as he continued to hold my head while he found his rhythm.
In.
