Page 137 of The Comedown

My eyes roll themselves. “It’s an erogenous zone.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says distractedly, already reaching out to grab at me, and making it hard to move. I manage to hold him off long enough to get my right leg stretched above his head, securing my footing on the leather seat behind it.

“What are you doin’? And why aren’t you dropping your pussy on my face like I asked?”

Now I’m the one complaining about what a pain in my ass Julian is. He’s so impatient. And oddly prude at times. Hasn’t he ever done sixty-nine before?

Apparently not, considering he never used to eat women out.

My hands flat on the floor to frame his hips, I swing my left foot over to the other side of him so my airborne knees are framing his head.

“You gonna twerk?” he asks, his voice thick like he’s under a trance.

“I…could.” That wasn’t my plan but, yeah, I could totally twerk like this.

With Julian’s swollen cock just below my chin, I lift my head slightly, parting my mouth to let a few drops of warm saliva drip out on to the tip.

“None of that tasting shit either. I want you to swallow my fucking cock.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I deadpan his words back at him.

His hands drift up the insides of my thighs hovering directly over his head, and I feel my skirt already riding up, revealing the bottom of my ass.

“Do it. Twerk,” he orders.

Cold air hits my ass as my skirt is pushed out of his way, and with my knees bent and only inches off the seat, I arch my back, popping my hips so my ass cheeks jiggle up and down above his face.

“Goddamn,” Julian breathes, gripping the backs of my thighs and pulling so my kneecaps hit the seat the same time his mouth latches on to my bare lips.

My head’s dropped on a guttural moan, and I have to lock my elbows to keep from falling face-first on to Julian’s lap.

Goddamn indeed.

Julian’s making out with my pussy like he makes out with my mouth, turning his head to suck my lips between his, and I can’t even focus on one sensation because he’s everywhere all at once.

Carefully, I bend one elbow, dropping it to the floor so I can suck the length of Julian’s shaft into my mouth in one smooth motion. The moment his head touches the back of my throat and I swallow, a groan I can feel inside me tears from Julian’s mouth as he shakes his head back and forth against my folds, growling like a starving animal digging into his first real catch in weeks.

Shifting the majority of my weight to my elbow, I use my other hand to stroke his base in time with my short, hungry mouthfuls since I’m limited with movement here. I’m essentially upside down, but at a forty-five-degree angle, with my ass in the air, and trying to bob on my boyfriend’s cock.

Boyfriend.

Is he… Are we…

I think we pretty much are.

Julian’s hands cupping my ass from above, his fingers part my crack as he dives deep, licking everything within his reach. My sensitive clit hits his chin every time he tongues my slit like a lollipop, the tiny metal balls there teasing me, and I moan around his cock, my arm nearly giving out.

Julian jerks his hips up, his mushroom head close to gagging me, but I close my fist around the base, ensuring he can’t choke me completely as he thrusts off the floor and into my mouth.

I continue plunging down his pulsing cock, my mouth sucking and my fist stroking, but when Julian doubles his efforts, my rhythm grows wild, unsteady, and I stutter over him. The stimulation becomes too much, and all I know is Julian’s lips and tongue and breath and hands and fingers—two of them press into my aching hole as he angles me so my clit’s over his mouth, then he’s sucking again, the sound of our moans and groans barely masking Julian’s ravenous slurping.

He wasn’t lying this time; he’s making an entire meal out of me.

An orgasm builds right behind my clit, begging for just a tiny bit more, and when I spread my knees wider, dropping all of my weight on Julian’s face, the pressure of his tongue against my bundle of nerves increases just enough that I fucking explode, my scream muffled by Julian’s cock just before it slips out from between my lips.

Julian doesn’t waste a second, guiding my knees down to the floor, then repositioning us so he’s behind me. With one quick tug on my hips, he pushes inside me until his abdomen crashes against my naked ass.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, his grip lowering to my thighs as he massages in fast, hard rhythms. His fingers dig into my skin, not painfully, just possessively, and he circles his hips behind mine, making my pussy clench around him, then the circles all but stop as he grits, “Ease. The. Fuck. Up,” already out of breath from holding his own orgasm off.