Her hips rock against my chin as she runs her nails over my scalp in a way that makes me shudder. I hum as I lick and suck, wishing that we were in bed so I could fuck her with my fingers, too.
“Oh yes… oh yes!” she chants. She’s lost in the moment, not thinking about being overheard. My face is too deep in her pussy to remind her. Oh well.
Her excitement dribbles down my chin. Her fingers tighten in my hair. She goes still, crying out. “Fuck! Ryan… Fuck, I’m going to…”
Slavishly, I lick and suck her clit. She starts to disintegrate, my name on her lips as the orgasm hits. She’s panting as it seems to go on and on. I help her ride it out by running my tongue around her clit in lazy circles.
God, she’s fucking beautiful when she comes. I love watching her orgasm. It’s a little like an out-of-body experience. All I can do is watch.
At least when I’m eating her out, I know I’m giving her something good. It’s the only time I don’t feel like a mistake.
Then someone calls a name. Loudly.
“Stacy?”
A woman’s voice. She’s not looking for us, but she is looking for someone. We could easily be exposed.
We both freeze, caught. I feel her body go rigid. For a moment, the world slips back into focus. The muffled sounds of a party in full swing crash around us. She pushes at my shoulders, wild-eyed, like she’s been jolted back to reality.
I don’t her let go that easily. Not yet.
She draws a shaky breath and smooths her jersey down, her fingers trembling. I desperately want to keep her here, in this moment.
She pushes at my shoulders harder, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Put me down, Ryan!”
I do as she asks, reluctantly letting her go. She pulls down her skirt and blushes.
“Thanks,” she whispers.
I grab her hands and kiss her wrists, like she’s fragile and I’m the reason. Then I look at her earnestly. “I love the way you taste, Chirp. I’d eat that pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if you’d let me. I’d starve to death, but I’d die grinning.”
Wren shakes her head, but I can see a smile on her lips.
“You’re insane. You should be examined by a professional.”
“They’d just tell me I have pussy mania. I already know that. The only cure is more of you, sweetheart. All day, every day.”
“Yeah, right.” Her lips twist with humor and she shakes her head again. “Now get up before someone figures out where we disappeared to.”
I climb to my feet. Wren holds out her hand. “Panties, please.”
“I don’t think so. That’s my price for wrecking your pussy like it was dessert.”
“What?” Her eyes bulge slightly. “You can’t leave me commando!”
“I’m willing to take the risk.” I wink at her. “I wasn’t kidding. As soon as I’m alone, I’m going to lay down with your panties on my face and jerk off furiously.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she whispers. There’s a note of panic in her voice.
“I know.” I force the words out, even though they sting, even though they don’t come close to what I really want to say.
“We have to go. I’m going first. You wait a minute before following me.”
Like that’s going to fool anyone. But I just nod.
She disappears around the corner. I’m left alone under the overhead lights, my back pressing against the jackets. I’m dizzy, off balance, like the ground’s crumbling beneath me.
I’m wrecked. Inside and out. All I can do is lean my head back against the coats and try to remember how to breathe.
