I dropped to my knees behind the counter, disappearing from view. The space was cramped but adequate. Wen gasped above me, gripping the counter’s edge.
I looked up at her, meeting her wide eyes, and smirked. Then I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans.
“Mal, you can’t-”
I pulled down her pants and underwear slowly, dragging them down her thighs to her knees. She made a strangled sound and pressed herself closer to the counter, ensuring her lower half remained hidden.
The scent of her arousal was overwhelming. Intoxicating. I took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs, and nearly groaned.
I kissed her inner thigh, reverent. Moved higher and kissed again, then again. Her muscles were trembling under my lips.
When I finally reached her center, when I pressed my nose against the soft, damp curls framing her pussy and inhaleddeeply, her knees buckled beneath her, nearly sending her crumpling to the floor.
“Steady yourself, my dear little mate,” I murmured against her slick folds, my voice low and filled with wicked intent. “Grip the counter tight for me.”
Then I tasted her.
My tongue extended in one deliberate, languid stroke, gliding from the base of her entrance up through her soaked lips to circle the swollen nub of her clit. She was drenched, her arousal coating my tongue in a generous flood, tart and musky, with an undercurrent of sweet nectar that made my cock throb painfully against my trousers. So utterly ready for me, her pussy weeping its invitation.
There was no going back now. Now that I had tasted her, I would crave this for the rest of my existence.
I buried my face between her trembling thighs and feasted upon her like a man starved. My tongue worked just like those dirty books showed, lapping up her juices from her hole, then pulling back to suck on her clit, tugging it into my mouth with steady pulls. I swept broad strokes over her folds, then zeroed in on that sensitive spot, flicking it fast to make her gasp. I learned her tells quick: the way her hips bucked when I circled the hood, or how her breath turned to needy whimpers when I pushed my tongue inside her, thrusting in short, teasing pumps.
Her hand gripped my hair painfully as she fought to keep quiet. She was trying to maintain her composure, but I kept worshipping her pussy with my mouth, set on breaking her down.
Footsteps approached the counter.
I stilled for a heartbeat, lips still grazing her throbbing clit, heart pounding at the risk of getting caught. But the customer only wanted to purchase a book. I listened as Wen rang them up, her voice remarkably steady considering my face was currently buried between her thighs.
I did not wait for the customer to move away. I sucked her clit deep into my mouth, pulsing around it to make her walls squeeze tight, her wetness running down my chin. My tongue traced wild patterns, loops and zigzags, then dipped down to circle her entrance, slurping up the fresh rush of her slick. Her thighs shook bad, muscles twitching like crazy.
Soon, the door chimed. The sound of someone leaving.
I hummed low right against her clit, the vibration hitting her core, and she let out a choked squeak from above, body jerking.
Another chime, the shop clearing out more.
“Damn, your pussy’s like heaven,” I growled low enough just for her to hear, using words I had learned from the dragon book. “I could eat you out forever. Squeeze for me. Show me how bad you want it.”
“Fuck,” she gasped, voice cracking. “Mal, I’m-”
I could feel her getting close. Her thighs were shaking, slick with sweat and her own juices. Her grip on my hair had turned desperate. I doubled my efforts, sucking her clit hard while my tongue whipped at it, fast flicks mixed with deep licks into her clenching hole. I added one finger, sliding it in beside mytongue, curling up to hit that spongy spot inside, pumping along with my mouth’s beat.
She came with a bitten-off moan, biting her lip raw. Her whole body shuddered. Her thighs clamped around my head, trapping me in place as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.
I kept going, gentler now, drawing out her orgasm until she was gasping and trying to push me away from oversensitivity.
Finally, I pulled back. Helped her pull her pants back up with shaking hands. Stood to find her leaning heavily against the counter, flushed and breathing hard.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she hissed, but there was no real anger in her voice. Only arousal and disbelief. “You can’t just... just do that while I’m working!”
“Why not?” I asked innocently, licking my lips. She tasted even better than I had imagined. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
“That’s not the point! There were customers!”
“There were two customers who were not paying attention. And now-” I walked to the front door, locked it, and flipped the sign to Closed. Turned back to face her with a wicked smile. “We are alone.”
Her eyes went wide. “Mal-”
