“Two pairs, sweetheart? Really?”
“One’s for shape, and one’s for aesthetics.”
I’m not interested in defending my underwear choices, busy trying to pull his body closer to mine with my knees.
“It’s all aesthetic. Everything about you is a fucking temptation.” Davis replies, yanking my silk thong down with significantly more haste, until I’m bare to and from the waist. My dress is bunched up around my middle, leaving every part of me on display, and I don’t give a fuck that anyone from Pukekohe could catch us right now. See me being worshipped by the sweetest man alive.
Then Davis licks me, and I don’t hope for anything but more of this.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, and he chuckles darkly, doing it again. He parts my lips with his tongue, tracing deep passes through the furrow of my pussy and up to my clit. Again and again, building me up. Each one dipping further,pressing against the ring of nerves at my entrance and lingering a little longer at the top. A twirl of tongue, swiping across every sensitive spot he can reach. He doesn’t just focus on the middle line, though, taking the time to explore my outer lips, covering every inch of me with his mouth, and getting me all over his face in return. Pleasure beats a drum inside me, rising with each long lick until it’s pressing upwards from my cheekbones, spots dancing behind my eyes. Then he moans, the vibrations skating across and into me, and he licks up and in, his tongue curling against the front wall of my pussy while his arms curl around my thighs.
He tugs me down the seat until my ass is hanging off, Davis’s hands and mouth working together to keep me in place as he strokes, and strokes, and strokes—sending the flames higher until my stomach tightens and my breath becomes sharp little pants.
He must hear it, through the earmuffs my thighs form, because he loosens his grip on one thigh, only to press his arm across my abdomen, holding me in place while his tongue works my cunt furiously. Then his thumb is there, riding the sensitive bud of my clit. Not stroking, just sweet, sweet pressure, the rocking of my own hips forming a dizzying rhythm that builds and builds, wrenching my insides tight until I twist and break, my orgasm crashing through me like fire and wind and rain. Uncontrollable wetness, gushing out of me in a thick torrent, and Davis moans again, his mouth moving as he sucks my release down, trapping the evidence of my desire behind the lips that brought it on and taking me into him, where I belong.
“Holy shit,” he whispers against my pussy, his lips sending sensation over my overwrought flesh and setting off another set of spasms as I lie, gasping for oxygen on the front seat of his car. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Unh,” I grunt, my synapses fried. This orgasm has rewired me, rewritten my code, and I’m rebooting, updates slotting into place as I come back to adult human function.
“You came all over me.”
My cheeks heat, and I feel suddenly shy. “I don’t usually do that.”
“You don’t?”
“No. That’s never happened with a guy before.” I tilt my head up, and Davis drags his gaze from my pussy to meet my eyes.
“Is that okay?” I ask.
The corner of his mouth kicks up, his lips still streaked with my juices. “Is it okay if I do that to you every day for the rest of our lives?”
“God, yes. You just gave me the best orgasm of my life,” I say, relief washing through me. “Though you’ve got a little something on your face...”
“And that’s where it’s gonna stay.” He slowly unwraps my thighs from his neck and helps me adjust, shimmying my boobs back into my bodice and straightening my skirt to cover myself. I reach for my underwear duo, tucked into the crease of the seat, but Davis clucks and scoops them up, pocketing them swiftly.
“Come on, not even one pair?”
“Not even one. These are mine now. You’re not going to soak up any leftover cum with this shit. If you get damp between your legs tonight, you let me know, and I’ll clean you up myself.”
My pussy tightens immediately, calling for him to make good on his offer. Or is it a promise? Or a threat? Either way, it’s sexy as fuck, and I can’t stop the shudder that runs through me.
“God, we should just go do that instead. I’ll skip the reunion, and we can stay here and?—”
“We’re not skipping the reunion.”
My heart jolts. “We’re not?”
“Of course not.” He reaches out his big hand, and I take it, his inked knuckles curling around mine as he helps me to a standing position. “You’ve been looking forward to this weekend for a month, Cece. I didn’t come find you just to eat you out in a parking lot and take you back to Auckland.”
“But I’m okay with that. That’s exactly what I want.” The whine in my voice veers desperately close to begging. “I want to be with you. I want to suck your dick and fuck you until the sun comes up. Please, Davis.”
“Not a chance. I borrowed a suit from Jake. Shoes, too. I’mall set. We’re going to your reunion.”
“I don’t care about that anymore!”
“Maybe not, butIcare aboutyou.You wanted to come here and prove to everyone that you’re a bad bitch. And youare, Cece. Respectfully, of course.” His hazel eyes bore into me. “We’re not leaving until you show them all.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he tugs me close, his free arm wrapping around me as tightly as his dark vanilla scent that sends a happy hum through my brain.
