Page 60 of A Song for You

“Make me come,” she pants as she writhes against me.

I squeeze her to me to hold her in place. “I’m not fucking you in this pool.”

“Why?” she almost whines.

I let out a short laugh. “For one, you’re a virgin.”

She pouts at this declaration.

“And we don’t have protection.”

She smiles. “Aww, you care about me.”

I bring my forehead to hers and rub circles across her back. “More than I’ve ever cared about anyone or anything. Now go grab towels so I can make you come.”

She bites her lip and leans in for a kiss. Roughly, I take her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers, the hint of chlorine mixing with her sweet flavor. I move to the edge of the pool and spin before breaking our kiss, and then I lift her onto the edge. She scurries away quickly, her ass jiggling in the hottest fucking way as she beelines for the towel bin. When she returns, wrapped in plush white terrycloth and hiding that gorgeous body of hers, she waits for me to get out.

I have other plans, though. I pat the cement in front of me. “Ass here and spread your legs.”

Cat’s eyes go wide. “What?”

“You heard me, Kitten. I’ve waited long enough to have that pussy. Now sit your ass down and let me eat.”

She bites her lip, eyeing me warily. But then she does as I say. She tosses the folded towel she brought for me to the spot I’ve designated and sighs as she drops to the ground, her knees folding in on themselves.

“Nuh-huh,” I say as I pull her legs apart and kiss her ankle before sliding it over my shoulder and wrapping my arms around her ass to pull her to the edge. She leans into my touch as I pull her to me.

She giggles. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I eye her wickedly between her parted thighs. “I’m bringing my food closer.” I kiss her stomach and throw her other leg on my opposite shoulder. My hair falls against my forehead, and I flip my head up so that I can see her more clearly.

Cat’s soft fingers brush the hair out of my face, and she studies me, her lip caught between her teeth, her skin still damp, and oh so fucking soft. “Can I make you come, beautiful? Can I make you scream my name tonight?”

She swallows, her focus never wavering.

“Is Mia the only other one?” I ask.

She nods almost imperceptibly.

I kiss her pelvis, eliciting a groan from her. “And what did she do to you?”

Cat grasps my head almost subconsciously, her fingers running softly against my scalp as she pulls me to where she really wants me. I don’t waste a moment in my position. Tongue out, I run it between her lips, watching her reaction.

She drops her head back and bucks in surprise. “Oh God,” she murmurs.

“Not God, Kitten. Just me. You’ll say my name next time, hear me?”

She laughs, and I lick her again. This time stopping when I reach her clit and sucking it into my mouth.

She groans. “I can’t,” she pants. “Jay,” she rasps. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”

She’s never come up with a pet name for me, and I fucking love it.

“Tell me what she did, Kitten. Tell me what you liked.”

She flings her arms out wide, dropping them to the cement, palms down, as she offers more of her pussy to me. “She—she, uh.” She pants as I run circles against her lips, dipping inside every few seconds and making her squirm. I can’t help but suck on her clit again, relishing in her sweet taste, while I wait for her to speak. “She, uh—she liked to use the vibrator on herself while she got me off.”

I close my eyes and bring the image to mind. And fuck, I don’t want to think about anyone but Cat right now, but the idea is now permanently plastered inside my brain. “She’d fuck herself while she sucked you off?” I ask, my warm breath sending a shiver through her body.