He hums, “Good girl,” and then slips another finger inside, “Do you like having a second finger in here?” Before I can answer, his thumb finds my clit and begins to brush back and forth firmly. My fingers fumble to hold on to the back of the bench and my thighs quiver.
“I can’t wait to taste your sweet cunt, Maggie.”
“Fuck…” I whisper, now gazing at the ceilingbecause what the hell do you even say to a man after hearing something like that?
“Look at me when I do. I want you to see just how much I’m going to enjoy eating you.”
“I… I don’t know if I can…” I huff, my chest rising and falling, and my heart beating way too loudly for the tight space. “I’ve never… no one has ever gone down there before.”
I hated to admit it—it makes me feel immature—but I feel like I should disclose that first in case my lack of experience makes me bad at receiving...cunnilingus.
Sure, plenty of girls my age are probably getting that regularly, but it’s always felt too vulnerable for me in past relationships, and with most of the casual hook ups that I've had, the guys want sex - which I’m not willing to give them - so they opt for a blow job instead.
I’m great at giving those.
Clay’s movements still. His fingers, slowly drag out of my opening and then across my clit where I feel him swirl my wetness. He stays silent, deliberately pulling my attention to him. I resist at first, but finally, I give in, glancing down where his eyes are locked onto mine, intense and unwavering, holding me in place.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly raises his hand to his mouth, sliding his pointer and middle finger along his tongue from base to tip before sucking them in with deliberate ease. His eyes flutter shut for just a second, then reopen, meeting mine with a look that sends a shiver down my spine.
Oh, shit.
“With how sweet you taste, that’s a fucking crime, Maggie. But I can’t say I’m not pleased to be the first one to have you like this. Now eyes on me doll because I intend on making your first time more than worthwhile.”
I gasp while Clay’s tongue spikes deep inside of me before retreating and delivering one long, exaggerated lick across my opening, ending with my clit between his torturous lips.
“Fuck me,” I throw my head backwards, gripping the edge of the bench and looking at the ceiling again. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes as I attempt to steady myself from slipping off while Clay ravages me.
I remember Lucy telling me a story about an orgasm she’d had that was so good, she temporarily lost her hearing, and I’d never understood when people say that the climax can make your vision blur, toes curl and abs crunch - until now.
Clay eats my pussy like it’s the sustenance he needs after a long and intense fight.
He eats like the winner he is, full of confidence and pride as he devours every inch of my swollen core.
And when I feel like I can’t take anymore, close to reaching my peak he slows down, forcing me to look at him until our gaze’s lock and he sends me another knowing wink.
He’s playing with me, completely aware of what he’s doing andway tooin tune with my body.
After the third time of feeling like I’m going to come and him frustratingly pulling back, slowing things down until I watch him, I admit defeat, my eyes now fixated on him in awe as he feasts, his fingers pump, his tongue works and when hefinallylets me come, I scream out his name, burying my face in the back of his sweaty hair and neck in a full body orgasm that feels like nothing I've ever known before.
“Wow...” I whisper because there is nothing else that I can say at the moment. I feel completely spineless hunched over him but force myself to straighten anyways. After that orgasm, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to go back tonothaving my pussy eaten by a guy.
“Was it… was I too much?” I ask, suddenly feeling that nagging sense of vulnerability creep in again.
“You were perfect,” he states, standing up from where he’d been crouched and sporting an extremely tented pair of shorts that he palms with one of his big hands. “I gotta go take care of this in the shower or I’ll be tempted to do something that I’ll regret.”
Regret?
“I can help...?” I ask, feeling ridiculous that he’d assume he needed to go take care of himself when I have two hands and a mouth that can help.
Without hesitation he shakes his head no, and I feel it instantly: the rejection that I knew Clay would eventually deliver me as he slips back into his other personality - cold, broken, and aloof Clay Cameron who won’t let anyone take care of him and his needs.
Thankfully, I didn’t let my head and heart get ahead of my body this time.
“You should go home, Maggie. You really shouldn’t have come here.” His voice is low, the concern unmistakable yet completely misplaced and frankly, ridiculous. “This crowd isn’t like the nice folks back in Lonestar Junction. Something could’ve happened to you.”
What like get my pussy ate in the most incredible way by the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on?
He pulls his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick message. With a nod and a heavy sigh, he adds, “Dallas is waiting outside the door. He’ll walk you to your car and follow you back to the city to make sure you get home safe.”
