“So wet for me, baby. Are you going to let me taste you?” She lets out a gasp and sucks in her breath hard before breathing it out as she shakes.
“I haven’t done this before,” she says nervously, running her fingers through my hair.
“Perfect, my fingers are going to be the first ones to touch you, my tongue the first one to taste you, and then my dick will be the first, and only one to stretch you.” She squirms at my words laced with desire and heat.
“Yes, I want it to be you.” She nods her head in excitement, arching her back as my finger rubs the swollen, needy bud. Moving my hands to the waistband of her shorts, I hook my fingers over the top and tug them down, exposing her completely.
“Scarlett?” I slide my head between her thighs, so my breath hits against her soft, wet flesh. Her legs automatically try to press together; my closeness to her most intimate area is an unfamiliar intrusion. Using a hand placed on each thigh, I gently open her back up. “Keep these wide open for me, baby.”
She lets out a little moan, making me feral.
“Did you come to my house for dinner and not wear underwear?” She bites her lip and chuckles softly and breathlessly.
“Yes.” She moans as I drive my finger into her perfect cunt, making her arch her spine. I sink another digit into her, making her moan once more.
“You're such a bad girl, Scarlett, but you do it so fucking well. Do you want to come for me?” She nods frantically. I kiss the inside of her thigh before running my tongue through hermiddle. Her taste is magical, sweet, and addictive. My fingers and tongue glide in unison, making her legs fall open wider and her moans become deeper. I slow my rhythm and look up at her, “I know it feels good, baby, but I need you to be a good girl and try to be quiet. Now, come on my face, baby.” She presses her lips together and lets out a soft whimper. I swirl my tongue, taking my cues from how her body tenses when I curl my fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside, making her lose her mind. Her body convulses, her breathing labored, legs shaking, moans muffled. As she explodes and comes all over my tongue and fingers, I lap it all up, her pussy feeding me my dessert.
I crawl my way up to her face and smile down at her flushed face, feeling pretty damn proud of how hard I made her come. “Such a good girl, staying quiet while you soaked my face. Did you like that?” Cheeks flushed with the biggest grin, she giggles.
“That was incredible.” She lies on her back, defeated and worn out, catching her breath.
“Spence… Why didn’t you talk to Levi?” I place my hand on her face, pushing back the hair that came out of her ponytail.
“I did try, I tried on the way down, but then we got interrupted by the team, then we had the game, after that he went out and got really drunk, followed by him sleeping the entire way home. I’ll talk to him, Scar, don't worry about it. Should we wait until after his birthday? I’d hate for him to be pissed off, kill the vibe? We can both tell him together the day after, I promise?” I watch her face change while she processes what I said.
“Okay, we can tell him together the day after his party.”
Chapter 30
Birthday Shenanigans
Levi
Today is the mother fucking day. My twenty-first birthday. My first birthday without my mom, yet it’s set up to be the best one yet. I get to do something, a party. My first party in nine years.
The morning came with Scarlett busting into my room, beating me repeatedly with a pillow while singing Happy Birthday. It was epic; her excitement was contagious, even at the ass crack of dawn. I passed Zoey, the science teacher, in thehalls, who winked at me and smiled, noticing the hickey marks on her neck. It was a good time, even though I thought of Maddie the entire time. Then work dragged ass; I was just ready for it to be over already so I could party with my friends, take shots, and have fun. I want to start twenty-one free, and that is precisely what I am going to do.
Grant is off on a “work trip,” so he hasn’t been around to tell me what a disappointment I am while I get ready for my night out and thank fuck for that. Scarlett has been taking her sweet time in the bathroom, putting on her war paint, and doing her hair.
She finally came out after I knocked incessantly on the bathroom door. “There she is, one would think you are the birthday girl with how long it took you to get ready.” Looking at her outfit, I shake my head. “Gotta say, Letty, I don’t love the see-through top you are calling a shirt there. It looks like a doily grandma would knit; it's about as small as one, too.” That makes her laugh as she looks down.
“It’s called a knit top, thank you, and I find it very cute, but if you'd prefer, I can head back to the mall and pick up the one I saw in Zumiez. How’d it go again? Something about looking better bent over, right?” I shake my head, not wanting to further this conversation as I grit out.
“On second thoughts, that one's fine.”
Seemingly pleased with her little win, she slides on her new wedges, and we hop into the car.
I blast Shaggy through my speakers, looking over at Scarlett. “It’s show time.” She smiles, and we head off to party the night away.
Spencer is the first to arrive after Scarlett and me. He sets down his tailgate where four coolers sit side by side. Scarlettruns over to him and starts unloading. I set up the speakers for the party playlist, then laid out the lawn chairs and extra blankets on the log that sits across from the fire pit. Once everything is in order, people begin to arrive.
Spencer is still working on something in the bed of his truck. Walking over to him, there is a pitcher of red juice. “Did you bring Gatorade?” Spencer laughs at my observation.
“No, man, it's jungle juice. It’s red Gatorade now, yes, but everyone will bring a type of liquor and pour some into the jug. Once the jug is full, we drink it.” Clapping my hands, I take a look around as everyone starts finding a place to park. Turning the music on, I grab my first drink, and the party begins.
The fire is roaring, flippy cups are being dominated, and music is blasting through the wilderness, bringing the trees to life. I watch my sister chug down the red solo cup and flip it like a pro. Honestly, that makes me question where she learned such talent, but instead of getting all dad-like, I go over and beg to be on her team because damn, she’s dominating everyone.
Maddie walks up looking like a damn goddess. Her long blonde hair is curled, hanging effortlessly down her toned back. The black tank top is a deep-V style, with a small string tie in the back, leaving the rest of the back open making my mouth water. Her jeans are frayed at the ends, hugging her curves perfectly. “Hello, gorgeous." Scarlett rolls her eyes, then gives a slight chuckle.
