“I’m getting you off first,” he said. “And you don’t argue.”
“I’ll race you to it.”
He raised an eyebrow at me in confusion. He did, however, appear to slowly start to get what I was hinting at.
“We’re going to mutually pleasure each other,” I said. “I love to sixty-nine.”
“Shit, nice,” he said. “Not going to argue with the chance to get my cock sucked while you come.”
I smirked.
“That’s assuming you don’t come before me.”
“Try me.”
He might as well have opened the gates of heaven for me. This time, when I tried to buck him over, he did not resist. I sat up over him, removed my bra, and smothered his face with my breasts. The tension and arousal was unbearable, and I could only imagine it was the same for him.
Finally, I could not wait any longer. I turned around, gently raising my legs over his head, and unbuttoned my jeans. As Connor worked to pull mine down, I looked down, grabbed his belt, unbuckled it, and then unbuttoned his jeans. His cock was pushing against his clothing, just yearning for release—
I felt his calloused finger rub over my pussy. I paused for a second, rested my head on his groin, and shuddered at the sudden but pleasurable sensation.
“Oh, yes, Connor,” I said. “Do it just like that.”
“I’ll do it even better,” he said.
Sure enough, he put his tongue on me next, and it became an exercise in concentration just to find the energy to unbutton his pants. When his cock sprung forth, I couldn’t think. I just smiled, licked him from the base to the tip, and wrapped my lips around it.
I couldn’t really say I was actively sucking him off. I was mostly running on autopilot because Connor wasn’t so much eating me out as he was devouring me. Most men just did not approach this part of sex with any enthusiasm—if they even did it at all—but Connor seemed to relish in it. He treated it like it was his mission to get me off.
And fuck me, what was supposed to be mutual sixty-nine was turning into him getting me off while my lips half-heartedly bobbed up and down on him. How the fuck was I…was I supposed to get him off when…
The tension built. I could not contain it. I didn’t even pretend to be returning the favor. I put my hands on his thighs, sat up, and clenched my legs around his face as he got me closer and closer to release.
“Connor…” I breathlessly moaned.
I wasn’t even sure if I said his name coherently. But those were the words that I meant to say. And besides, he probably couldn’t even hear me with my legs wrapped around him.
The tension reached a crescendo.
I squeezed.
Everything tensed.
And then it all gushed out, the orgasm pouring through my body, reaching down to my toes and fingers. I dug my hands into his thighs, holding on for dear life. Oh, fuck, between the bike ride and this…who the fuck needed my favorite position when Connor had skill like this?
“Fuck,” I gasped in a high-pitch voice.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to lift my hips off of him. I rolled to the side and collapsed, my jeans still wrapped around my knees. I closed my eyes and giggled at the pleasure of it all.
“Wasn’t much of a sixty-nine,” I said. “But it was a hell of a job on your part.”
“Good.”
I took a few more breaths to collect myself. I was going to reward Connor however the fuck he wanted. If he wanted to go back to sixty-nine…well, my pussy was still so raw that maybe I’d prefer to just get him off.
“Stay there and get your pants off. I’m fucking you now.”
Who was I to say no to that? I did as commanded, kicking my jeans and underwear all the way off, and smiled as Connor hovered over me. I took his lips in full as I felt his cock brushing over my still sensitive clit. I moaned at his mere touch, knowing that when he entered—
