My dick is rock-hard at just the thought of her thighs turning vise-like around my head.
I slow our kiss in an attempt to pace myself. Thankfully, Becca doesn’t seem to mind as she moans against my mouth. Her mouth and tongue turn teasing. She laps that candy tongue of hers gently, lightly against mine, and oh shit, there goes my dick again. It’s practically steel in my jeans.
She leans back, breaking our kiss. “You taste way, way better than the whipped cream. Better than the ice cream too,” she pants.
I gently grab her chin in my hand and lead her mouth back to mine. “So do you,” I say against her mouth.
With my other hand, I grip her lower back, pushing her harder against me. I feel the heat between her legs and between mine. It’s then I realize how perfectly we’re aligned. My dick is pressed up against the seam of her shorts.
Becca’s head falls back as she gasps. “Oh my god…Gage…”
Both of her hands grip my shoulders as she presses her bottom half firmer against me. She shifts slightly, then starts to move back and forth against the bulge in my pants, harder and harder. That’s when I go still so I can take in what’s happening.
I savor the visual of her flushed face and neck and chest, the way the strap of her tank top falls down her shoulder, revealing a hot pink bra strap. I savor the way she grabs at my body, like she can’t get enough of me, the heat between her legs as she rubs against me harder and harder.
She leans forward, wraps her arm around my neck, and buries her face in my shoulder. With her other hand, she grips my bicep. As she grinds against me, she moans into the meaty part at the top of my shoulder.
“That’s it,” I growl against her skin. “Use me to get yourself off.”
I feel her nodding her head as she grinds harder and faster. I trail soft kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. Her hands dig deeper into my skin and muscle. My eyes roll to the back of my head. It’s hot as hell feeling this girl lose all of her inhibitions and work herself to orgasm all over me.
“Holy shit,” she mutters in a disbelieving tone.
I smile against the impossibly soft skin along the side of her neck. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you cuss.”
She exhales and chuckles before groaning. She sinks her teeth into my skin, and I nearly lose it. Fuck fuck fuck, that’s hot.
“I can’t help it,” she murmurs. “You feel amazing.”
“Then keep going. Work yourself all over me.”
Becca does exactly that, gripping me tighter as she grinds even faster.
“Gage, I…I’m almost…”
I run my tongue along her collarbone, then gently scrape my teeth along her impossibly soft skin.
She yelps and completely falls apart against me. I wrap my arms around her as she convulses and thrashes through her orgasm.
A dozen seconds later, she comes down. She pulls her arms away from me, her chest heaving, the look on her face dazed and shocked, like she can’t believe what just happened. She cups her hands around her cheeks as she aims her cloudy gaze at me.
She blinks. “Wow, um…That was…”
“Hot?”
She blinks again. This time her eyes are shy. “Um, yeah. Something like that.”
She hops off the counter and rests a hand on her hip. The other hand covers her mouth. Then she shakes her head and looks up at me, her eyes wide. “I don’t do…that.”
“What do you mean?”
She gestures between us, then the counter with flailing hands. It’s so awkward and cute that I start to laugh but stop myself when her expression turns panicked.
“I don’t grind myself to orgasm on my ice cream shop countertop with a guy I barely know, I mean.”
A weird punch hits the inside of my chest. Wait, is she upset about what just happened? And what does she mean by “guy she barely knows”?
“It’s okay, Becca. You don’t need to freak out about this.”
