“This is—I didn’t come here to?—”
“Yes, you did.” I smile into his eyes and tighten my grip on his cock. He isn’t getting away from me, not that he’s trying too hard. Skimming a thumb through the bead of wetness at the tip of him earns me another moan, so I wriggle my way down the couch beneath him, brushing my breasts over his shaft on the way down.
“Fuck.”
That’s all he gets out before I wrap my lips around his cock and draw him in deep. He’s still holding himself on his forearms, but he lifts one hand and buries it in my hair. His fingers are forceful, possessive, as he pumps his hips gently. I love that there’s no tentativeness. It’s like we’ve done this a thousand times before, Ian Nolan fucking my mouth like I want him to do instead of like a guy who thinks I’m breakable. He knows I’m not. He knows I don’t want hesitation.
I want this. I want him.
I swirl my tongue around his shaft, teasing, sucking, licking, doing my best to make him mindless. His dick is bigger than I would have guessed, not that I ever spent much time thinking about Ian’s cock. He was just Ian, my buddy with the beanbag chair and friendly smile.
But there’s nothing friendly about the way he’s fucking my mouth. He’s careful about it, but not shy. Not afraid to take what he wants.
He jerks back, and there’s a funny pop as he pulls out of my mouth. Shoving me back up the couch, he slides down my body to meet my eyes again, his expression dazed and heated. “This is your birthday,” he says. “Shouldn’t we reverse things here?”
“You just gave me exactly what I wanted.” I grin and lick the corner of my lip, dizzy from the taste of him. “I’d love to finish.”
“Oh, we’ll finish,” he says. “But it’ll be with my cock buried deep inside you and that sweet little pussy pulsing around me.”
Oh God, yes.
My ladybits do a fierce clench of pleasure. He remembers. He definitely remembers me telling him about the dirty talk, about how college guys didn’t do it all that well.
But Ian Nolan knows how to pull it off without sounding like a creepy perv. He’s saying all the things that leave me squirming and aching for more. My mouth waters, wanting to taste him again.
Does he remember that, too?
I confessed it over a campfire one night after everyone else had gone to bed, whispering about how I loved giving head, sucking and testing myself to see how much I can take. I could say those things to my friend, Ian, the one with the girlfriend in California and the solid seat in my friend-zone. The one who watched me cycle through boyfriends like I was changing socks, but never judged or scoffed.
And I never imagined this Ian. The one hovering over me, his cock close enough for me to grab and taste and?—
But he has other ideas.
“Your turn.” He doesn’t wait for a response. Just grips my hips and shoves me back up the sofa, making room for himself in the space between my splayed legs. He yanks off my pajama pants with one hand, taking my panties with them and throwing the tangled ball across the room. Then he’s shouldering my legs apart, baring me to him as he dives in like a starving man.
He wastes no time being delicate, burying his tongue in my sensitive folds and devouring me like I’m the dessert he’s waited for all night. Like he’s been practicing his whole life to have his mouth on me.
I throw my head back against the couch and cry out, threading my fingers in his hair. He swirls his tongue around my clit and slides one long, thick finger into me. Then two. I grip his hair as he curls both fingers, which are long and skilled and ohmygod right there.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as the pad of his finger hits my G-spot and I levitate off the fucking sofa. “Come in my mouth. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re so fucking close.”
His words vibrate through my core as he licks into me again, driving me right to the edge. My brain is a blur of soft tongue twirls and the steady pounding of his fingers as I start to unravel.
“Ian,” I scream as the first wave hits me.
I’ve never come so fast in my life, and he buoys me up and over those first waves, anticipating every roll of the ocean, every surge of my body. His fingers find the perfect rhythm as his tongue swirls and flutters and coaxes every last shudder out of me.
I go slack in his hands, and he cups my ass as I come down. My breath is still ragged as he crawls up my body like a predatory animal. I’m still twitching with the aftershocks of orgasm as he whips out a condom and sheaths himself.
I lick my lips, needing more. I want him inside me.
“What were you starting to say a second ago?” I tease, flicking the condom wrapper aside as it flutters to rest near my shoulder. “You didn’t come here to what, Ian?”
“To fuck you,” he growls. “I lied.”
“I’m glad.” I wrap my legs around him, urging him to take me.
He holds himself back again, and the phrase enthusiastic consent pulses through my brain. I love that he’s making sure.
