“Let me taste you.”
I peek over at him again and shake my head.“Song isn’t over yet.”
His gaze darkens, but he lets me go.“Turn around.”
I face him, growing bolder and bolder now that I know he likes what I’m doing.“What now?”I whisper.
“Straddle me.”
I kneel on either side of him.
“Grind against me,” he orders.
My pulse skips, but I do as I’m told, dancing on the bulge in his slacks while practically shoving my boobs in his face.A muscle in his jaw knots, and I can tell he’s close to snapping.
“Like this?”I murmur.
His nod is jerky at best.
So I do it again, threading my arms around his neck for balance, and grinding against the ridge of his cock.His grip tightens on my waist as a low curse slips out of him.He lifts his head, going in for a kiss, but I pull away, arching my back and doing another full body wave until my chest brushes against his chin for the barest of seconds.“How am I doing?”I whisper.
“Fucking killing me,” he seethes with a look so heated, I feel it directly against my clit.
Biting my lip, I smile.“Good.”I stand again and twist around, shimmying my butt an inch from his face like before.
“Take off your underwear,” he orders.
My stomach tightens.“What?”
“I said, take.Off.Your.Underwear.”
I could say no.I could walk out the door and leave him turned on and miserable.Considering the way he ghosted me this week, I probably should, but the idea of leaving things like this when I’m about ready to burst feels like it would torture me more than it would him.Instead, I hike up my skirt, hook my trembling fingers in my panties, then drag them down my legs until I’m left bare.
“Good girl,” he all but groans.“Now let’s finish strong.Face the wall and bend down.Let me see that perfect pussy.”
Oh my gosh.Am I really doing this?Body shaking, I turn to the door and bend, continuing the sway of my hips with the song in hopes of focusing on something other than how embarrassing this might be when I replay this moment tomorrow morning.The fabric of my skirt is still somewhat bunched around my waist, and I have a feeling he can see more than he’s letting on.Actually, I’m pretty sure he can see all of me right now.And even though I know I’m walking a very fine line, all I feel is anticipation.
Just like before, his warm hands find my waist, and he urges me closer to him.“You have no idea how sexy you look.”His breath kisses my aching core, and I swear I might come without him ever touching me.“Let me taste you.”
I arch my back a little more in response and wiggle my bum from side to side.Satisfied, he kisses me.All lips with the slightest dip of his tongue, but I swear I feel it travel throughout my whole body.“Ah,” I moan.I nearly buckle, but he hooks his arm around me, pinning me in place.Then he dives in.Licking my folds, he kisses my center with one long lap of his tongue.My legs tremble.My breath catches.And my lips part on a moan.
Oh.My.Gosh.That feels incredible.Squeezing my eyes shut, my back bowing, I let him eat me from behind while praying Jill wasn’t full of crap when she promised to turn off the cameras.Problem is, even if she was, I’m still not sure I could find the words to ask him to stop.It’s too good.Too freaking good.Pressing his fingers against my entrance, he fingers me gently, curling them in the most delicious way possible and hitting a bundle of nerves deep inside of me.So deep, I wasn’t even sure they existed until this very moment.
“Oh my gosh,” I moan even louder.
“You’re so wet,” he breathes out.“You should see the way your pussy swallows my fingers.”Bending closer, he tongues my clit with the tip, and my knees buckle at the contact.Each movement is like an electric shock to my system and a warm cup of hot chocolate all wrapped up in one delicious package.I shift against him, craving the next touch, the next kiss, the next lick more than the last until I’m a dizzy mess of moans.
Yes.Oh, my gosh, yes.
“Ford,” I gasp.“Ford, you have no idea…”
He pulls out his fingers and twists me around, forcing me to face him.My disappointment only lasts an instant until it’s replaced with surprise.“Oh.”His hand is wrapped around the base of his shaft before he moves it up and down, and based on the precum gathered at the head, I have a hunch it’s been out for a minute or so.He must’ve been massaging himself while he was eating me out.One.Why is that so hot?And two.Holy crap.He’s thick and long and… I press my thighs together.I’ve seen a penis or two in my life.It’s just, I’ve never seen his before.I mean, I’ve seen the outline, but now that I’m getting a very up close and personal introduction to the guy, I’m a little intimidated.He’s…I press my thighs together again, imagining it.What it would be like to ride him.Yeah, the idea of finding out what it’ll feel like to stretch around that thing is both exhilarating and a little terrifying all at once.Am I really doing this?Are we really doing this?I glance toward the door behind us, but stay where I am.I want this.I want this with Ford.Even if it’s stupid.Even if it’s all he has to give.Even if he won’t call me after.I still want this experience with him.
“Condom,” he grumbles to himself.Picking up his pants from around his ankles, he searches one of the pockets and pulls out a condom before sheathing his erection.
“Come here, June.”He offers his hand, and I take it, falling into his lap and straddling him while the purple and red lights flash over us.It reminds me of the last time we were together.When his hands were on my body and his mouth on my breasts, marking me, both physically and emotionally.I shudder at the memory.Now here we are again, and I can’t make myself regret it.When his fingers create indents in my ass, my core clenches with anticipation, and I bite my bottom lip, lifting myself up.“You ready for this?”He squeezes the flesh roughly, and I nod, my pulse thrumming faster and faster with every passing second.
Are we doing this?We’re doing this.
