“Liar, liar tongue on fire. You’re practically drooling. It’s physically hurting you not to have your face buried in my pussy right now. There’s no way you’re not eating me out.”
He growls. “Fuck off.” He tosses the tiny duck back onto the bedside table and groans. “Fuck. There’s another one.” He points to the green baby duck in his water glass. “That one could have choked me, Pitstop.”
“Maybe that was the point.” I shrug. “You’d have seen it before you swallowed it.”
He levels me with a hard stare. “You hope.”
I don’t expect the sharp smack on my pussy, but I also don’t hate it. The shockwaves that tinkle through my whole body are delicious. “I’ll have to think of how to get you back for this one, Pitstop. Finding a couple of mini ducks around this big house is going to be challenging.”
“Two hundred.”
He blinks up at me from between my legs. “You hid two hundred baby ducks around the hockey house?”
My body shakes with laughter. “Mmhmm.”
“Because still finding pieces of sparkly glitter from your bomb isn’t enough?”
“That was in your dorm room, not here.”
He nods. “I know. I don’t know what the hell glitter voodoo goes on but it’s everywhere, and I can’t get rid of it.”
“I love when your dick sparkles. It’s so pretty.” I flutter my eyes at him.
I’m not going to tell him that Mikko helped me with the itsy bitsy duckies because he’d probably kill his teammate, but it was a lot of fun for both of us to place tiny plastic ducks around the place knowing the team will be finding them for fucking months.
He wags his finger at me, but from where I’m lying it looks like he’s wagging his finger at my pussy and mumbling about how much trouble I am in and how he’s going to get me back.
Part of me shivers with salacious anticipation. He will get his own back on me, that’s the nature of a prank war, but knowingthat he’s about to drive me fucking insane with his tongue has me all twisted up in knots.
“Maybe I don’t feel like it now, what with all the quacking.”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Tate Myers, you either lick my pussy until I come all over your face or I’m going to start screaming help until someone else comes in this room. Then I’ll ask them to help a girl out.”
He pauses, studying my face.
“You know some of them have probably never seen a pussy and would be only too keen to learn.”
He holds up his hand. “Stop.”
“I’m more than happy to just lie here and instruct them on how to make a girl come.”
A snarl is the only answer I get before he legit face-plants into my crotch. Now I know where the term muff diving comes from.
Fuck. He’s truly possessed.
The grunts and groans from him as he spreads my lips and flicks my clit with his tongue are inhuman.
There’s no fighting his hunger, within seconds a thin sheen of sweat prickles across my forehead as I’m spearing my fingers into his hair and riding his face with abandon.
There’s a cramp building in my calf, but the way he’s eating me so aggressively, there’s no way I don’t come before the cramp hits. Fuck, he’s good with his tongue.
He’s slowed down a little, flattened his tongue, and he’s dragging it up and down my slippery slit like he has all the time in the world. But each time his tongue connects with my clit, my whole body trembles, a shiver slithers up my spine, and my hips buck against his face.
It’s not a thin sheen of sweat anymore, a thick bead of sweat has trickled into my eye and starts to burn.
“Mmmmm. Just come for me, She Devil.”
I don’t want to. My body is overloaded with the sensation of his tongue driving me closer to the release building in every erogenous zone I have. I want to live here forever.
