I tilt my head. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
His eyes bounce between mine. “Fuck. I’m honestly trying so hard not to find that as hot as I do.”
A faint smile pulls at my lips. I glance down at his cock, and he’s not kidding. It’s thicker and harder than it was before.
He sighs, placing his sweaty forehead on my chest. “As much as I want to fuck you right now and be the first one to bury a cock in your cunt, you said you aren’t on birth control, and the condoms are in Brennan’s room.”
I nod. “It’s okay. I was going to ask if I could use your phone to call my prescription into the pharmacy when I go to town with Jessica tomorrow.”
He lifts a hand, his fingers gliding down my red, blotchy cheeks from the embarrassment. “Thank you for telling me. Despite everything we’ve already done, I never want to scare you or make you uncomfortable here.”
Maybe it’s the morality laced in his tone. Or the way his eyes searching mine break through that layer of humiliation from telling him something I’ve never told anyone. But the way his grip tightens on my body and the quirk to his lips stir a comfort that I’ve never felt—the comfort of having a friend.
He could’ve chosen to freak out. To push me away, finding what I did utterly eccentric and repulsive.
There’s no hint of judgment.
No trace of disgust.
He’s looking at me like he understands and wants to protect me. Which is why I’m feeling bold enough to ask him this, not someone else.
I place my arms around his neck, pulling our faces closer. His hot breath fans across my face.
“You guys have been driving me insane and wild the last few days.” His chuckle vibrates my body but then stops abruptly when I whisper in his ear, “Please, make me come.”
He quietens, his fingertips pulsing into my flesh while he processes my request.
“I don’t care if it’s your fingers or your tongue.” His firm body shudders underneath mine, his already engorged cock growing harder. “Please just make me come,” I beg.
He wraps his arms around me, breathing into the crook of my neck. He stands up and flips us, placing me down on the stool where he was just sitting.
“God, it’s so fucking hot when you beg,” he groans. Chills break out across my arms under the sheen of moisture from how humid and scorching this room is from our body heat. “And because you asked nicely, I’m going to give you my fingers and my tongue.”
I moan, his deep voice dripping onto my flushed skin and melting through my flesh like lava consuming everything in its path. “Lean back against the door and spread your legs for me.”
I do as he says, pressing my back against the pantry door, and place one foot on a shelf to my left as he holds up my right, granting himself better access. His head dips down, leaving a trail of wet kisses on my inner thighs. His hot breath skids across my skin, floating across my pussy like the sweetest breeze. His tongue drags up and down my sensitive center before circling my clit, releasing a chain reaction of one firework after the other from my head to the tips of my toes.
My fingers knit into his hair while his masterful tongue moves and sucks, and I moan at how good it feels when he dips it into my cunt.
My eyes flutter closed of their own accord the second he inserts two fingers, but I slump against the door when he immediately withdraws them.
No. Why is he stopping?
“Open your eyes.” His commanding tone sends a shock wave of flurries through me. “I want you to see how needy you are to be filled.”
I peel my eyes open, instantly focusing on the fingers he’s holding up, glistening with my arousal. “Are you ready to watch me make you come, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
Lifting them to my face, I open my mouth, letting him thrust them inside and move against my tongue, my arousal coating my taste buds.
He shoves them to the back of my throat, and I choke around them. Pulling out, he shoves them back into my already-soaked pussy and finds that spot, pulling his fingers toward him in an up-and-down motion. He is slow with his movements at first, speeding up randomly, then taking his time, but it all builds the swirling in my belly.
His fingers speed up, and his heated eyes hold mine. “I’m going to give your sweet pussy exactly what it’s craving until you’re clenching around my fingers in appreciation.”
My ass hurts on this uncomfortable stool and in this position against the wall, but the pain adds to the pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Taryn.” His head dips down. “Imagine if this was my cock stretching this pretty cunt,” he breathes against me before his tongue finds my clit again while his fingers magically work inside me.
