“Arrow…” I moan, my thighs trying to snap closed, but they can’t because he has them trapped over his thighs and around his hips.
“Now there’s a flower between your legs, isn’t there?” he murmurs, chuckling, blowing hot, sweet breath over my lips as he plays with my core and again, doesn’t let me go until I come.
Until I ruin his gift and his fingers with my juices.
Until I ruin my fingers too, with sticky, melted ice cream.
Then he takes me away again.
He takes me everywhere I want to go.
Until I tell him to find us a secluded spot because I wanna suck him off and lick him like my ice cream cone.
We stop under a rusty bridge in Bardstown, and in under five seconds, I have him against a brick pillar and me, on my knees, looking up at him.
I reach up and massage his hard cock through his jeans. I rub my cheek on the imprint of his dick, feeling his inferno-heat on my skin, as he looks down at me.
“I’m always so cold, Arrow,” I tell him. “You’re the only one who makes me feel warm. You’re my sun.”
His jaw becomes hard and cruel almost, his hands fisted at his sides. “So are you going to thank me for it?”
I reach up and kiss one, his fist I mean.
I kiss his knuckles, lick them, trying to soften them up, and it works.
His fingers open up.
They get hold of my jaw, forcing me to look up. “Unzip me.”
Of course, I jump to do his bidding.
When I’m done, he pushes down his jeans and a second later, I’m looking at his cock, his beautiful cock with a pretty arch and that vein running underneath, all fat and juicy for me.
“Your dick is so pretty,” I whisper as I stare at it with wide eyes, my knees grinding on the concrete, my nails raking up and down his partially-covered thighs.
His stomach tightens up and his pretty dick lurches. “Pretty.”
“Uh-huh. So,sopretty.”
He fists my hair and pulls at it, making me arch my neck, my back, making me lose my balance and fall against his thigh. “Pretty is not the word I’d call my dick, but I’ll give you a pass tonight.”
I clench my thighs. “Why?”
“Because you’re going to put it in your mouth and suck it like your life depends on it. And because I’m going to fuck your pouty lips like I fucked your pouty pussy last night. And when you struggle to take me in, because I’m so big and fat for your innocent schoolgirl mouth, you’ll make me blow. Right on your tongue, and when I do that, you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you? You’re going to swallow everything I give you like a good girl. So you can call it whatever the fuck you want, baby, because all I care about is sliding into your mouth and riding it to heaven,” he says with clenched teeth and flushed cheeks, all dominating and large like the sun he is.
My breaths come out as a series of hiccups as I nod eagerly, my cheek bumping with the curve of his dick.
“I will, I will,” I whisper, eagerly.
His eyes glow. “Then what are you waiting for?”
At this, I take him into my mouth.
I suck on his head with my pouty lips, his flavor exploding. Not only on my tongue but everywhere. My toes and my legs and my stomach and my chest.
Everywhere I feel his heat and his spice.
He pulls his t-shirt up and moves it out of the way to watch me pleasure him. His eyes bore into mine and it makes me both shy and bold at the same time. Or at least, it makes my mouth bold and I begin vacuuming him in.
