She blinked once, twice, and then tugged me into the corn, back toward the direction we’d come from.
“Um,” I said around a laugh. “Pretty sure the exit is the other way, angel.”
“Forget the exit.” My cock threatened to bust free of its confines when she turned over her shoulder and grinned wickedly. “I know a shortcut.”
She edged me for over an hour. There was a good chance I might never make it to the World Series because I was going to spontaneously combust any second now if she didn’t let me come.
“Fuck, baby.” My fingers clenched in her hair as her mouth bobbed up and down my cock. “Can you take me deeper?”
She looked up at me from the bottom of the bed and gave a soft hum of approval.
It turned me on to know that she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her enthusiasm knew no bounds . . . and neither did her gag reflex. Nessa was a world-class cock sucker—ten out of ten, no notes, would come again. Literally. Assuming she let me come now first.
Saliva pooled in the corners of her lips. This time, when I guided her head back down, she took me all the way to the back of her throat.
“That’s it, angel,” I told her, my chest heaving with every stunted breath. “Just like that.”
My vision blurred when she swallowed around my length. She didn’t stop there. She continued licking and sucking, laving me root to tip, all while teasing my balls with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the base of my dick. And just when I thought she mightfinallytake me over the finish line, her lips popped off me altogether.
“Nessa,fuck.” She laughed and wiped at the string of saliva drawing a line to my cock. “Are you trying to torture me?”
“Maybe a little.”
She licked her lips, looking entirely too pleased with herself. There was no confusing who was in charge here.
“Are you ready for more?” Her smile made me feel invincible.
“I’m ready for everything.”
She got up from the bed and adjusted her Velcro waistband. I had helped her slip into the harness earlier, in between me eating her out in the hallway and her giving me the blow job of the century. She looked powerful—goddess-like, even—clad only in the jock-style strap-on harness, complete with the purple dildo she kept in her bedside drawer.
Thick thighs. Round belly. Perfect tits.
Was there a goddess of dildos and strap-ons? Pegadosia, perhaps.
A sudden image of her book club rattled through my mind, and even though I was still turned on—painfully so—there was no stopping the laugh that ripped out of me.
Chekhov’s dildo.
“What’s so funny?”
I gestured to the dildo in her hand. “Chekhov’s dildo.”
“I told you so,” she said around a cheeky smile.
The things I wanted to do to this woman.The things I wanted her to do to me.Only Nessa could make me laugh like a moron while waiting to get my ass fucked. My gaze never wavered from hers even as she lubed up her silicone cock. Her eyes, on the other hand, were glued to the hand wrapped around mine.
“Angel, my eyes are up here.”
“Yeah, but your dick is down there.” She looked up at me through a hooded gaze. “Have I told you lately how perfect your dick is?”
“Not since yesterday.”
She pursed her lips. “Don’t let it go to your head, baseball boy.”
My fingers flexed around the thick head. “Too late.”
Nessa took over from there, inching first one, then two fingers inside my ass while she palmed my cock. Her fingers retreated, only to gather the precum leaking from my tip and drag it back through that tight bundle of nerves.
