“You get very splotchy when you blush,” he comments, punctuating his humiliating observation with another lick.
I try to shut my thighs again, even though I know it’s useless. “I have to go down to breakfast,” I mumble. “Andyouneed to go home and get ready for school.”
“Don’t I get an invitation to breakfast?” he teases, his tongue toying with my clit.
“Definitely not!”
The words are out before I’ve had time to think them through, and I bite my lip, worried that I’ve offended Quill. But he merely goes back to licking up and down my slit, clearly unaffected.
“I’d like to meet your parents,” he says, pausing in his licking just as I start to buck into him, my overstimulated clit already ready to send me to orgasm.
My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. “Uhm…what?”
“I’d like to meet your parents,” he repeats, as if I didn’t hear him the first time.
I’m convinced he’s teasing me as I lay back, shuddering as he picks up his pace.
“What’s your dad like?” he questions, his voice vibrating against my folds.
“I donotwant to think about my dad while you’re eating me out.”
“Why not?”
I stare at him in confusion. “Because it’sweird?”
At once, he sucks my clit into his mouth, before grazing it with his teeth. Well, more than grazing. He bites down lightly on it, causing a spark of pain to travel up my stomach.
“Ow!”
My squeal is loud enough to bring Dad to my door. “Pumpkin? Everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine, Dad, it’s only—ow!”
I try to bat Quill away, but his teeth are firmly attached to my clit. I can only clench my jaw and try to bear it without making more noise as he tortures the sensitive bud.
“Pumpkin?”
I gasp as the door handle starts to move. “No, Dad! No! I’m naked! I’m—ow!”
Somehow, I manage to say that lastowin a whisper, but it’s clearly not for Quill’s lack of trying. His teeth are firmly biting down on my clit, while his fingers, raking against my sides, make me twitch desperately, increasing the pain and the sensation until I’m sobbing out muffled cries into my inner elbow.
I’m starting to understand why Quill has been wanting to talk about my dad while eating me out. Clearly, he likes to embarrass me.
And I amsoembarrassed right now. Luckily, he’s let go of my wrists, so I’m back to hiding my face with one hand, while I’m using the other arm to stifle my reaction to his torture.
Somehow, though, the embarrassment is doing something tome too. Between that and Quill quickly alternating between sucking and biting on my clit, I spiral into a painful orgasm that has me gasping.
Quill pulls away, then pinches my clit with his fingers, wringing the last intense and painful waves of sensation out of me.
“Ow, Quill,” I moan, flipping over to my stomach to keep him from heading straight into round two.
Not that I don’t want it, but my clit feels like it’s been completely destroyed. I need a break, and Quill doesn’t look like he knows the meaning of that word.
Sure enough, instead of letting me alone, he clambers toward me, and sinks his teeth into… my ass.
“Ouch!” I squeak out, trying to wriggle away.
I can tell he didn’t bite down hard enough to break skin, but it still hurt like hell. But he doesn’t let me escape him, instead wrapping his arms around me.
