22. She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had
She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had
“Beam, how’s school going? Fill us in.”
It’s our weekly D the whole time our eyes stay locked on one another.
I roll my eyes. He grabs my chin. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, baby, because the next time you do, I’ll fuck your ass so hard you’ll be sore for weeks.”
“Fuck you.” He pulls me under the spray, our bodies flush. I tentatively bring my hands up to his back, running them over the tight muscles. The grip on my chin moves to the back of my neck, squeezing slightly.
He tips his head as I lightly rake my nails down his back. The water from the stall a few down turns off, then footsteps. I wait, listening for any more movement. A door opens, then closes, and then there’s silence.
“I haven’t been dodging you today if that’s what you assume. I’ve just been busy.”
“I know. Just because you don’t see me doesn’t mean I don’t see you.”
“When you say words like that, it almost seems like you miss me.” My hands move up into his hair, brushing through the wet strands.
“Miss is too small a word for what it feels like when I don’t have you.” He groans as I trace his body with my touch.
“I’m flattered,” I say sarcastically.
He smirks. “You should be. Some would kill to have my attention on them.”
“And I get it for free—how lucky.” He laughs, the sound light and almost rusty. I stare at him, mouth parted, hands frozen on his ribs. I think it’s the first true laugh I've gotten from him. Reaching up, I tentatively touch his lips with my finger.
Deciding to be bold in the hope of catching him off guard, I suggest, “Since the last time we were in here, you made me get on my knees and suck you off, I think it’s only fair now you return the favor.”
He arches an eyebrow. “You want me to eat you out, baby.”
I hesitate.
The hands he has on my hips tighten, fingers biting into my skin. “Don’t get shy on me now. Own it. Demand it just like I did you. Tell me what you want.” He lets me step back; only a few inches separate us.
I take a breath, meeting his eyes head-on. “I want you to drop to your knees, throw my leg over your shoulder, and fuck my pussy with your tongue.”
“As you wish, Dollface, but there’s one problem.” He pushes me, my ass hitting the wall behind us. “I don’t kneel.”
With that, he grabs me roughly around the waist, throwing me up and wiggling my body, so my pussy lines up with his face.
I frantically wrap my legs around his shoulders. “Holy shit.”
“You aren’t allowed to come until I say. If you do, I’ll stop completely and edge you until you’re crying, and your cunt is pulsing.” I nod, transfixed. How is he holding me up so effortlessly?
His hot breath brushes against my pussy, making my body tremble. I’m spread wide in his hold, completely exposed to him, with his face right there between my thighs. “You have a perfect pussy.” He drags his tongue straight up my slit.
He slowly—so fucking slowly I’m going to lose my mind—licks me, only sliding over my clit before returning to my opening. I tilt my head back against the wall, mouth parted. “I’ve been told that once or twice,” I breathe out.