Before I knew what was happening he had his tongue buried in my pussy. My eyes flew open because with him kneeling behind me like that it also meant his nose was in a very...unbecoming...place. “OD,” I squeaked, trying to wiggle away. I’d showered before all this but what man wanted to basically bury his nose between a girl’s booty cheeks?
This one, apparently.
“Quit moving,” he growled, hands going to my hips, pinning me in place. “You’re ruining my dessert.”
There wasn’t time to feel much embarrassment about what was happening because his tongue flicked over my clit and my head dropped down to the couch. “Oh my God,” I muttered as he ate me out like I was the delectable dessert he’d compared me to.
I focused on breathing as he licked me like a melting ice cream cone in July. I was already so revved from hearing him groan while I sucked him off that I wasn’t ready for the orgasm that slammed into me unexpectedly, I cried out in bliss as he turned my world inside out.
Then he was there, his hard cock sliding into my still quivering body. I hadn’t expected him to be ready so quickly after my blow job, but he showed me how wrong I was.
I was sopping wet, but his size still had me hissing out a breath. My legs shook a little as he began to pound into me, but they soon found the right position and held. He was crushing me into the couch cushions with his weight and the force of his thrusts, but I wasn’t about to complain. Not when my body was throbbing so deliciously and I was already working on another orgasm. See? Greedy. I wanted as many as I could get and OD seemed all too happy to provide them.
His hands were digging into my hips, his grip strong and sure. “You like my dick inside you, Rue?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good girl.”
My eyes fluttered shut. He was the only one who could get away with calling me a good girl. It was something I hadn’t realized I was into until now. Something I craved hearing.
He slid a hand around the front and found my clit. It was a bit of an awkward position, but it didn’t stop him from rubbing circles on the sensitive spot. It was a sure way to get me off and he knew it. He’d already learned my body in a way that shocked me.
“You’re going to come all over me,” he demanded.
I let out a breathless laugh. I was working on that. But he’d just given me a powerful orgasm and I wasn’t sure I could come again so quickly.
“You think that I’m joking?” he rumbled in my ear.
“No,” I gasped as he pressed harder on my clit. “Just don’t know if I can.”
“Oh, you can,” he assured me. Then he did something with his hips, some kind of roll or swivel that nearly made my eyes cross. He chuckled. “Looks like you liked that.”
How did he know that?
“You nearly strangled my cock with your pussy,” he replied.
Had I asked that out loud? I honestly didn’t know. He had my body and mind so out of control I wasn’t sure what I was or wasn’t doing. Other than drowning in the pleasure. That I was definitely doing.
“I’m going to keep stuffing this cunt full and tormenting your clit until you do what I want,” he warned.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I quipped. Then a gasp was ripped out of me as he bit my shoulder, hard.
“Mouthy little thing, aren’t you, Light? If you have enough brain function to give me snark, you aren’t focusing on coming hard enough.”
Oh no, he hadn’t just said that. “Listen here you arrogant ass-”
“Oh, Baby, I’m listening. But not to the shit you’re saying. I’m hearing the way your breath changes every time I touch you. The little gasps and moans that I fucking love so much.” He gave a particularly hard thrust that made my core clench around him again.
We both fell silent as our bodies moved and I let the sensations sweep me away. OD moved his arms to the back of the couch, bracketing my body and I watched the way the muscles flexed in his biceps as he moved. Veins were popping out of his forearms and hands and it made me realize there wasn’t a damn thing about this man that I didn’t find attractive. Even his overbearing arrogant demands during sex. They just made me hotter, wetter.
“Come for me,” he rasped.
It was the last demand he had to make because that orgasm had been lurking right there, just out of reach. It crashed through me and made me cry out for him. He gave a couple more thrusts then wrapped my hair around his fist, turning my headenough that he could kiss me as he came. He’d put a condom on somewhere in the middle of all that, but if we kept this up, I was going to need to look into something more long term. I didn’t want there to be a barrier between us.
He flipped me in his arms, continuing to kiss me as we sank back into the couch to enjoy the afterglow. Turned out I enjoyed this part almost as much as the sex. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart as it beat steadily beneath me. It made me want to snuggle in and never leave. It made all the worries about my brother dampen. They weren't gone. They'd never be gone until I had him home with me, but OD managed to mute them a bit so that I could just be me for a little while.
A wet tongue licked my bare thigh and we both groaned as Norman jumped up onto the couch.
