“Oh.” I breathed out, as I sauntered over to my bedroom.
Never looking back, I closed my door. Feeling the slickness that had accumulated between my slit, I immediately stepped out of my pajamas. I then pulled off my shirt and bra.
Butt naked, I stomped over to the bathroom and absently stepped inside. With the alcohol induced buzz still riding my back, it didn’t immediately register that the shower was already running. And then I nearly leapt out of my skin, when Breeze stepped out of the water room. Naked.
“Oh, shit!” I clutched my chest, after forgetting that although there were technically four bathrooms in the house, me and his bedrooms were both connected to this particular bathroom, with separate entry points. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
Standing there shamelessly, while his big, long, thick dick was still rock hard, he shrugged. “Shit, I’m finna hop in the shower.”
I narrowed my gaze. “But I said that I was finna take a bath.”
“Okay.” He opened his arms. “It’s first come, first serve. And it’s another bathroom down the hallway.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “The bathroom that you should be using. Especially when it’s obvious that this was my personal bathroom, long before you came here. And I been wondering why do you insist on using this bathroom, when there’s a whole other bathroom with more space and shelves for you to personalize.”
“Well,thisbathroom is connected to my room. So, when I gotta piss or whatever else, I’m going to the nearest toilet. Fuck what you talking about.”
“Oh, no the hell you’re not,” I argued. “In fact, I’m telling my mama to shut your entry door off. Or I’ll do it myself.”
He cynically chuckled. “Like I give a fuck. There’s still the hallway entry.”
“I’ll have her put locks on it,” I rebutted. “And only I’ll have the key.”
“Yeah, alright. But I got here first tonight.” He stepped over to the glass shower.
Curling my lips, I stomped over to him, hooking an arm around his neck from behind. “I said that this is my fucking bathroom,” I growled, before choking him.
He chuckled, as I dragged him across the bathroom. “You wanna fucking play?” He maneuvered his body around, turning the tables on me.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he lifted me up.
“You better fucking put me down—”
My words were cut off, as Breeze slipped his tongue into my mouth.
“Mmm,” he moaned, as he sat my bare ass on the sink.
He was standing between my legs, and I could feel the heat of his dick near Ms. Kitty.
“Just…just let me stick it in, Summer,” he huskily breathed. “Please. Cause I want you so fucking bad.”
Deviously, I bit my bottom lip. “Only if you eat it first.”
Nodding, he immediately lowered to his knees. Not even bothering with a little sniff test first, he craned his neck, and flicked his tongue between my split.
When he pushed my legs apart, then tossed them over his shoulders, and slurped my clit between his lips, I realized that he was no amateur.
“Ooh, fuck,” I panted, while rubbing his waves.
He was moving his tongue at a hurried pace, making my toes curl. Soon after, I found myself gripping the sink, while grinding against his tongue.
“Ooh, shit.” I gasped, as he zeroed in on my clit, working the hell out of his tongue. “Ughhhhhh,” I released, as my body unexpectedly jerked, and spasmed.
Knowing that he’d given me a powerful orgasm, Breeze stood upright, and gripped his dick.
“Wait.” I placed a hand on his chest. “You got a condom?”
He shook his head, while his mouth was slick with my juices. “Nah. Shit, I just ate it. A condom for what?”
