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Made more so when she lifts my dick and gives a long, slow swipe of her tongue from base to tip, swirls her tongue over the crown, and closes her lips around it.
“Fuuuuck,” I grind out, my glutes tightening with the desire to thrust farther into her mouth.
She plays with my slit with the tip of her tongue, giving another swirl and a hard suck as she dives down my length.
“Jesus Christ.” I force myself to hold still and let her work me over. Some chicks like it rough, like it when I hold their heads and fuck their mouths, but I don’t know Piper well enough to try that without asking. And she seems pretty happy with the way things are going, and I’m not about to do anything that might ruin it. So I do nothing but force my legs to hold me up, wishing I had something to hang onto, to sag against, because her hot little mouth working me over, her tits sitting there like an offering for me, the way she looks up and makes eye contact every so often—it’s enough to take me to the brink. Make me weak. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As her head bobs, pausing to suck and work my cockhead with her tongue every so often, she continues to explore me with her hands, caressing my thighs, cupping my balls, one intrepid finger stroking my taint.
My balls draw up tight when she does that, and I try to pull away. But she follows me.
“Piper.” I breathe her name like a curse. “Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking hot. Your mouth is amazing, but I need to feast on your pussy now.”
Those seem to be the magic words, because in a flash, my dick is wet and cold in the open air, and she’s yanking her pants off and crawling onto her bed, legs open and waiting for me.
With a wolfish grin on my face, I kick my pants the rest of the way off and go to make good on my promise.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Piper
I don’t know what it is about him that has me acting like this—brazen, wanton, shameless. Climbing on my bed and spreading my legs as wide as I can, waiting for him to, as he so eloquently put it, feast on my pussy.
After the way he wrung that earth shattering orgasm out of me two nights ago? I’d be stupid to turn down a repeat performance.
Thank fucking Christ that he doesn’t bother with the teasing and making me tell him what I want this time around. No, this time he simply gathers my thighs in his arms, his biceps flexing as he yanks me close, his fingers digging into the insides of my thighs, and he buries his mouth in my aching cunt.
He even has me thinking differently. His tongue and his dick and his words have apparently rearranged my brain. I’ve always found the word cunt distasteful. Vulgar. But with him? It feels decadent and fitting.
His groan vibrates through me, and I arch against him, riding his face as he spears me with his tongue then sucks on my clit.
He’s not taking his time anymore. No, he’s eating me like a starving man. No tender ramp-up. No slow build. Just ferocious, almost angry,feasting.There’s really no other word for it.
It’s amazing and terrifying, and I’m barreling toward my orgasm so fast I don’t know what’ll happen to me when I reach it.
Then the fingers of one hand release me, while the others seem to grip me harder. Suddenly his fingers lance inside of me in one hard stroke, his hand turning so he can stroke deep inside me.
“Let me feel you come,” he growls against my clit. “Let me suck all the pleasure out of you. Give it to me, Piper. Let me have it.” Then he sucks my clit deep, his fingers pistoning and rubbing and working me hard.
And I explode in a wave of heat and light and pleasure, all my breath forced out in a scream.
“Fuck yeah,” he mutters. I hear him tear open a condom package before arranging my legs, hooking an arm under one knee, and then his cock enters me in one hard thrust. “Fuck. Yeah,” he repeats, each word punctuated by his cock drilling into me. “That’s my girl. Coming hard all over my face.” His eyes meet mine, practically navy blue. “You got another one for me? You gonna come all over my cock?”
All I can do is moan in response, and he gives me a feral grin. “If not now, then later for sure. We’re exploring, right, Piper? We’re fucking exploring until your roommate’s ready to come home. I want to explore all the ways I can make you come. All the ways I can make you scream. You like the sound of that? Because I fucking do.” He pounds into me harder the longer he talks, and I don’t think I am going to come again. Not right now anyway. And that’s fine with me, especially since I apparently have hours of orgasms ahead of me.
And right now, I can’t say I have any complaints.
* * *
Sometime later, after fucking me into oblivion, stroking my body and making me come with his fingers while he recuperated, then going for round two that lasted longer than I thought possible, I’m lying mostly on top of Cal in my twin bed, one of my legs tangled between his, my face on one of his pecs as he rubs the base of my head, down my neck, and over my shoulders.
It’s almost hypnotizing in its consistency.
He lets out a low rumble, the sound vibrating under my ear. “Fucking finally,” he mutters.
“What’s that?” I ask in a drowsy voice.
“You’re finally relaxed. All it took was four orgasms plus a twenty minute massage.”
