“Love you, peanut!”
She’s gone, and I turn back to face Amber, whose face has blanched a little.
“Laurie’s looking for you,” I say, putting my phone down on the counter and exhaling heavily. “She was freaking out because she couldn’t get a hold of either of us.”
“She didn’t think we’re together though, right?”
“No, no, she… she bought it.” I chew on my lip, rubbing the back of my neck. Guilt sinks into my stomach. The way we both just panicked should shake some sense into me. We know this is wrong. We know she should go home. What’s done is done and we can’t take that back, that’s bad enough. But it doesn’t have to go any further.
But when I look back up at Amber, whose face has some colour in it again as she relaxes, all I can think of is watching her as she comes, the way she moans my name, and I’m damned to hell. I’m not going to let her go, not when she’s mine for the next two days.
“I’ll write her quick,” Amber says, then smacks her hand into her forehead. “I left my phone at home.”
“It’s fine, I’ll tell her I checked in on you and that your car was there. We’ll go get your phone later.”When it’s really, really dark and no one can see us go to your house together.
Amber nods, and climbs down from the counter. “Sounds good.” She stands in front of me, smiling and giving me a coy look of satisfaction. “Feels like we’re doing something really naughty, doesn’t it?”
“Extremely naughty.” I back her against the counter, caging her in with my arms. “Very, very,verybad.”
“Good thing no one will ever know, huh?”
“Mmmm.” I run a hand under the white shirt, catching her nipple between my fingers, and she gasps. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.” I pinch her nipple hard, and her eyes slam shut, a moanescaping her lips. “Our dirty secret that I licked your pussy on my desk, and here in the kitchen.”
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the thrill of almost being caught, of just thinking we’d almost been caught, lights my veins on fire. I spin Amber around, pressing her down to the counter so she’s bent and almost straining on her tiptoes.
I spear two fingers inside her, and her head snaps up.
“Theo,” she says in that tone, that pleading, begging tone I want to imprint on my brain.
“Is that good, honey?”
“Y-yes.” She chokes out another moan, her toes curling against the floor.
“Such a pretty pussy.” I start in on her clit now, massaging with my thumb as my two fingers continue to stroke inside her. “So wet. You’re hungry for my cock again, aren’t you?”
She nods wordlessly, fingers clawed against the granite.
“You want it in your mouth?”
She sucks in a breath, and suddenly I have an image in my head that almost has me coming in my damn sweats. Amber, on her knees in just my shirt, plump lips wrapped around my cock, her hands between her legs, getting herself off as I fuck her throat.
Who the fuck am I? Sure, I’ve enjoyed being rough with partners in the past. I like being dominant. I have kinks. I even have a slightly adventurous sexual history if you want to put it that way. But this? Withher? Maybe I’m pushing a little too hard.
But she makes my heart race when she nods her pretty head,Yes. Her hair’s come loose, hanging down by her cheek, and it catches in her breath as she puffs out the word. “Yes. I want to suck your cock. Please.”
I slide my fingers out of her, putting them in my mouth to taste her sweetness, and she turns around to face me, her eyes staying on mine as she drops to her knees.
“No hands, pretty girl,” I say, winding her hair around my fist. “Just your mouth. Your hands are for you. I want you to fuck your hand, and make yourself come.”
Her eyes are alight with desire, warm and deep, and she hooks her hands into my waistband to free my throbbing dick from my sweats. She runs her hand up my stomach, over my abs, wrapping the other around the base of my cock.
She licks the tip, drawing her tongue into her mouth and tasting the pre-cum that’s leaking already. She opens her mouth again, laying the tip of my cock on her hot tongue, and removes her hand from me. As her lips close around me, she moans, her fingers hidden by the hem of the t-shirt, but I know she’s touching herself.
My brain short-circuits, because it’s so much, all of it - watching her touch herself, feeling her mouth around my dick, barely fitting me, barely taking any of me, and I really am a bad man, because that’s what makes it sogood. She’s choking lightly, tears pearling at the corners of her eyes, but she pushes and sucks, her tongue swirling over the tip. Her lips vibrate with every moan and gasp that’s cut off by my dick, and her hands move faster.
“Fuck, yes,” I mutter, gripping her hair, not trying to thrust or force her head down, but wanting to be all the way down her tight throat. I want to lay her down on the table and hang her head off the edge, fucking her throat like that, watching me fill her and choke the air from her.
Who the fuck are you?
