Pulling her forward by her hips, I graze my lips with hers. “You want my dick in your mouth?”
She nods.
“And you’ve never done that before?” I ask, and she shakes her head in confirmation.
“Want me to tell you how?” I ask, making her moan. She likes the idea of me taking control. This is going to be fun.
Sealing my lips on hers, I make sure she knows who she belongs to before pulling back and pushing her back up so she’s sitting on me.
“Slide down,” I tell her, placing my hands on her outer thigh to guide her, making sure she keeps her legs on the outside of mine. “Good girl,” I say once her knees are even with mine, putting pressure to the inside of her thigh to spread my legs a little, making hers spread as well.
I grasp her hands in mine, bringing them to the waistband of my light gray underwear. Letting go of her hands, I run a finger along the wet spot that marks my dick, “Looks like we’re both a bit more than a little excited,” I remark. “Pull them down.”
She wastes no time freeing my cock.
Biting her lower lip, she drags a finger from my base all the way to my tip, then back down before wrapping her hand around me, giving me a small squeeze.
“That’s it, Sloane. Just like that, baby,” I encourage. Emboldened by my compliment, she runs her hand up and down my shaft a few times. Then, she does something I never thought she’d do without instruction and that gets me harder than I’ve ever been—harder than I ever thought I could be. Her eyes met mine as a trail of spit leaves her mouth and lands right on my tip, making her hand move up and down more easily.
“Fuck,” I let out on a groan, closing my eyes, and trying to concentrate so I don’t blow my load before I get her mouth on me.
I feel her shift around, before she says, “I might have studied,” making my eyes pop open wide just as I see her stick out her tongue and swipe at my tip. My head falls back against the pillows as my hands push her hair out of her face so I can see every inch of my dick glide into that sassy little mouth of hers.
“Jesus, Sloane,” I say, as she sucks the tip, flicking her tongue along my slit. If I didn’t know her as well as I do, I’d say she was lying and that she’s had plenty of practice with having a dick in her mouth.
All too soon, her mouth leaves my dick, her cheeks flushed, and she asks, “Is that okay?”
Is she serious right now? It’s taking everything I have not to thrust more than the tip past her sinful lips. “Yeah, baby. Perfect. Now, be good and get those lips back around me. This time, try taking me a little deeper.”
Needing no further encouragement, she does exactly as I instructed.
Chapter 33
I now understand why Liam told me to get on his face the last time we were naked together. Having my mouth on his dick has me wetter than I’ve ever been. It doesn’t help that my legs are on the outside of Liam’s, so I can’t squeeze them together to try to get some kind of friction.
“Fuck, Sloane. So good,” I hear Liam groan from above me. With his encouragement, I fit another inch in my mouth. The accomplishment has me swinging my hips, trying to find any kind of friction. The emptiness is driving me insane, yet making me take him deeper into my mouth. Drool drips from the corner of my mouth as my chin hits his base.
“Fuck me,” he groans, as his hand tightens in my hair making me let out a moan around his dick.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you, my sweet Sloane?” he asks.
I send him a saucy wink in response, hoping he grips my hair again. Instead, his hips thrust up as I sink down on him, not only making my eyes water, but eliciting another moan from me.
Again, my hips swivel down, looking for anything to give me a little reprieve. His eyes catch my movement, and he smirks as he says, “Are you enjoying having my cock down your throat?”
With just the tip in my mouth, my eyes lock on his and I give him a nod before sucking, hard.
“Show me,” he says with a groan. “Slide one of your hands down the front of those little panties you have on. Show me.”
Too turned on and needy to think about what I’m about to do, I keep my eyes on his as I slide my left hand from his thigh—balancing on my right—down the front of my body and into the front of my drenched underwear that I never got to change earlier. Dipping a finger into my center, I move in and out, in and out, following the rhythm of my mouth on his dick.
“I didn’t say to play, I said toshow me,” he says through clenched teeth, as if he’s barely holding on to his control. Part of me wants to keep teasing him. I want to see Liam lose control, yet I want to please him. I want him to keep telling me what to do.
Pulling my hand out of my underwear, I hold my hand up so he can see my slick fingers.
“Good girl.”
My breath catches and my cheeks get impossibly redder not only at his words, but as he grabs my hand and licks my two fingers.
