His teeth catch the leather string and he tugs, loosening the entire shoe until I’m able to kick it off. He moves to the other foot, licking where the strap criss-crosses up my leg before he unties the second bow. I throw my calf over his shoulder and lean back against the wall. My dress is fitted but I still manage to work it up high enough that Ben can duck his head underneath.
I can’t see his face, can only feel as he licks a slow line down my center, over my underwear. He uses his teeth again to pull them down so he has full access to me. I move my leg off his shoulder, adjusting so the underwear tangles around mystanding leg. Ben maneuvers back under my skirt and my head falls back as he nips and teases my clit, working until he can pull an orgasm from me. I buck my hips against his face and he groans in pleasure.
“Love—” His voice is muffled, currently being suffocated by my cunt. “Love tasting”—lick—“you.”
Fuck. I’ve never been with a partner who has been this enthusiastic about eating me out, and I can’t say I’m mad about it. It’s a delicious burn as the stubble on Ben’s chin rubs against my thigh. He sucks hard and I’m immediately tossed over the edge, gripping Ben’s shoulders to stay upright. If his knees aren’t bruised tomorrow, the claw marks I’m leaving on his shoulders definitely will be.
When Ben pulls away, coming back out from underneath my dress, there’s a vulgar sheen ofmeacross the bottom half of his face. The asshole licks his lips, attempting to suck down every last taste.
“You’re disgusting,” I pant, not really meaning it.
“And you,mon chou.” He pauses for another pass of his tongue. “Are mouthwatering.”
“What does it mean?” He knows what I’m asking.
“Literally, it translates to my cabbage.” He shrugs, leaning in toward my thighs. “But when I’m talking to you… it means sweetheart”—kiss—“honey”—kiss—“love.” He pulls back and meets my eyes. “It means I want to keep you.”
Instead of responding, I bend down to help him off of his knees, turning his body so it’s the one up against the wall now.
“Stay here,” I whisper before hurrying to my bathroom so I can reapply my lipstick. I decide to go ahead and bring the whole tube with me, tucking it into the top of my dress. When I walk back into the hallway, Ben is exactly where I left him. I take a moment to admire the strong line of his body. His thick thighsand hard cock. He rolls his head toward me and smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
“Your turn,” she whispers, dark red lips parting into the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. She saunters toward me, her eyes drinking me in.
Do I flex a little to show off? Absolutely. She bites her lower lip, and I can’t help but imagine her biting into my lips instead. Her hands find my pecs as she comes to stand in front of me. My arms are still secured behind my back, but I’m so desperate to touch her.
She smirks, tweaking my nipples, causing my hips to buck. Precum drips from my tip, dropping down onto my thigh.
“Hmm…” She hums, watching eagerly. I’m desperate as Cole leans in, planting kisses across my collar bone and down my abs. I want all of the red marks she’s leaving permanently tattooed on me. An even better reminder of her than the one I currently have.
When she gets down to my hips, she kisses right over the tally marks there. It’s incredibly erotic, and Cole doesn’t really even understand why.
She dips lower, licking up where I’ve dripped onto my leg and then pulls a tube of lipstick from her cleavage, causing images to pop into my head of other things between her perfect tits.
One swipe, and another, of my favorite color painted across my favorite mouth. Then, her perfect pout is wrapped around the tip of my cock, and I swear this is what heaven feels like. The wet heat of her mouth paired with the red lip marks she leaves behind, I am incredibly glad I whacked off earlier today to prevent me from coming the instant Cole touched me.
“Colette,” I warn as she sucks me all the way to the back of her throat. I strain against the bowtie that’s holding my hands behind my back, itching to plunge my hands into her gorgeous hair.
“Colette,” I plead when she does it again. “Please, I want to fuck you,” I beg.
I swear I see her eyes crinkle at the corners, a tear escaping down her right cheek. She pops off to say, “Don’t come,” before sliding me right back into her mouth.
“Fucking hell, you’re making that extremely difficult.” My head tilts back and my eyes squeeze shut, hoping that if I can’t see her it will slow the heat that’s building in the base of my spine.
If her mouth wasn’t wrapped around my dick, I think she would laugh. Take pleasure in the pain she’s causing me. Fuck she’s so hot and I—no!I yank my hips back, trying to get as farout of her mouth as possible. Which is not very far seeing as I’m up against the wall.
She shuffles forward, continuing to suck and lick and tease.
“Please,” I whine. “I’m going to—don’t make me?—”
Cole pulls off a second before I’m about to explode, stopping all sensation completely.
“Fuck!” I roar, doubling over, trying to suck down any air left in the room.
Colette looks like the cat that ate the mother fucking canary, red lipstick smeared outside of her lips. “Dammit, Colette,” I pant. “I’ve never been edged so hard in my life.”
She laughs—laughs!—carefully untying my hands. Once I have them free, I spin her around, undoing the zipper on her dress one tooth at a time. I need to even the playing field, so once she’s completely naked, I pick her up and move her until she’s resting against the opposite wall with her legs wrapped around my waist.
