“Relax,” he encourages. He’s close enough that I can feel his feather light breath on my pussy making shivers erupt along my skin. He rubs the area, feeling just how wet I’ve gotten for him.
“Fuck, Lydia. You have no idea just how much I want this,” he says. With a tortured groan he licks me from my entrance to my clit and my knees buckle.
“Holy shit!”
He chuckles and then moves his hands to my backside.
“Ride my face, baby. I want to make you come all over me. I want your juices coating every fucking inch of me, and I want your taste on my tongue.”
My mouth pops open in surprise, but I do as he commands. I move my hips slowly at first, but his hands urge me on. His grip pulls me against him, feeling his mouth and tongue ravage me as I grind down on his face. His slips a finger into me, keeping one hand on my ass to hold me steady. His finger swirls inside me and then he adds another, making me gasp and writhe down on him even harder. I’m like putty in his hands, moving for him however he wants, while still finding a way to chase my own pleasure. It’s like he knows exactly what I want and need before I even realize it.
His elongated teeth hit the outside of my entrance and a part of me want him to bite me. Not hard but enough to give me a jolt. I hold his hair in my hands moving him the way I want, though he doesn’t need much direction. His blue eyes stare up at me then as his tongue sweeps in between his fingers.
“Bite me,” I whisper and those eyes of his dilate.
He pushes me back against the wall harder and with the flick of his tongue I feel the slightest pinch of two teeth. A zap of energy hits my nerves, and I clench down around him, wanting more.
The bridge of his nose runs along my wet clit while the sting of his bite still pulsates on my skin, making me shatter completely. I’m a shaking mess of limbs and pleasure as I ride out my orgasm, using his face for my passion. I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast or so hard, but the combination of his fingers inside me and the way he uses his tongue has set me on fire. And I never want to stop feeling this way.
My knees nearly give out as he sets my leg down from how I’ve been standing, but he grabs me about my hips. His mouth glistens with the sight of my cum in the soft cabin light and I feel lightheaded as I stare up at this mammoth of a man who’s just given me the best orgasm of my life.
“You alright?” He asks, licking his lips and I wonder if he likes the taste of me there.
“That was—” I struggle to take a breath.
He smirks brushing a stray hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.
“You taste so fucking good. Do you want to have a little taste of yourself?” He asks, bending down so that his mouth is only a few centimeters away from my mine. I grip him by the back of the neck and pull him down to me, feel emboldened.
Our lips mesh together, and our tongues find each other in a fray of lust and need. That cool metal from his lip ring mixes with the taste of me. I feel a heady sense of belonging in this moment. Like having my taste all over him marks him as mine and I’m his. My naked body presses up against his clothed one and I pull at his shirt, wanting it off.
He obliges and yanks his t-shirt off him in one swift motion, showing off his well-defined abs and prominent v-shape that trails down and disappears beneath his jeans. I can see his prominent hard on pressing against his zipper.
“Take me out,” he says, his voice sounding deep and strained.
I bite my bottom lip and touch his abs. They constrict under my fingers as he takes in a sharp breath. The jeans feel rough against my skin as I fumble the button trying to undo it. Hendricks is patient, watching me with rapt attention as I finally calm myself enough to pop the button free from its confines.
I slide the fabric down his slim hips, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. Next is the zipper, and I slide it down easily. The sound of it seeming to take up all the air in the room. His hands are in my hair tilting my face up to him as he stares down into my eyes. It’s all consuming, how seen and wanted he makes me feel. And even though we just met, I feel like I know him.
My body reacts in a way that surprises me, and the way I’m able to be so free with him without a hint of embarrassment. Once his pants are a pool of fabric on the floor, I move to his black briefs. They’re tight enough that I can clearly make out his shape and appreciate what I’m about to experience.
Then I palm his length in my hand and feel it surge against me. I watch as Hendricks runs his tongue along the sharp bottoms of his teeth, like he’s getting ready to devour me.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, pulling his dick free from his briefs, my hand wrapped around his girth. My fingers can’t even touch from how wide he is. The velvety soft flesh pulsates in my hands as I move up and down the length, feeling one, two, three, four… five barbells pierced along the bottom.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper looking down and seeing the Jacob’s Ladder displayed clearly before me.
He chuckles, “Just wait until you feel them shoved deep inside your sweet pussy.”
I clench at his words.
“Condom?” I ask, knowing I didn’t bring any with me. This was a girls trip. Typically, I’d be too busy reading or hanging out with my friends.
He shakes his head no and I glance around the room. My eyes zero in on Faye’s makeup bag. Bingo.
I run over and find a small silver foil peeking out. When I pull at it, three more condoms come spilling out attached to the one I selected like a small accordion that’s ribbed for her pleasure.
“Found some!” I say holding it up in the air.
