Chapter 10 Just One More
JUST ONE MORE
DYLAN
I couldn’t get enough of her.
The way she tasted. The way those filthy little moans slipped past her pouty lips and vibrated against my tongue. The way her hips moved and how fucking hard I got every time she yanked on my hair like she owned me.
“Just one more,” I begged, pushing her thighs apart. My mouth watered as I stared at her swollen, glistening cunt. Her pretty pink folds slick with pearly wetness, dripping just for me. “One more, darling. That’s all I need.”
“Wait, Dex—”
Her voice nearly snapped me in half. I froze, jaw clenched, aching to tell her to call me Dylan. But if I slipped, she’d bolt. So I kept my mouth shut like a good boy.
“What?” My voice was strained. My hand was already palming my cock through my boxers, slow strokes to keep from losing it. Patience? Fuck patience. Not when I had just tasted the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. Not when my cock was throbbing like it was going to split me open.
I was afraid I’d need to be tied up to stop myself from devouring her.
Her glassy eyes flickered down, landing on my bulge. Her lips parted, and she whispered, “I-I should help you out…”
Jesus fucking Christ. I almost came right there. Her hair was wild, cheeks flushed, panties long gone but still dressed like she was seconds from being ruined. And she’d never looked sexier in her life. Not even my wet dreams had painted such an erotic sight of Katie.
“You can help me out by lying there and looking pretty,” I said, gliding my hands down her thighs, wishing I could shred her stockings and get my palms on bare skin. “Can I go back to eating your sweet little pussy now?”
Please.
She averted her gaze. “I-I… I’m still sensitive.”
Oh.
Oh.
Sensitive?
Fuck. That single word made my cock jerk violently.
“I’ll be gentle,” I lied, cupping my thick length, already leaking through the fabric. “May I?”
Her chin dipped. Permission granted.
That was all I needed.
I pounced.
Her taste hit my tongue again, and I groaned like an animal, grinding into the mattress as I devoured her pussy.
Her hands tangled in my hair, hips bucking helplessly against my mouth.
I held her down, forcing her to take every lick, every suck, every filthy fucking flick of my tongue over her sensitive clit.
“You make the prettiest fucking sounds,” I mumbled in between pussy-eating. In the new position, I could easily use my fingers to spread apart her slicked lips and get everywhere.
Don’t doubt me. I loved face-sitting. I would let Katie do anything she wanted.
But with her legs thrown over my shoulder, her soft thighs keeping my ears warm, I could see each and every inch of her body react to my touch. Like how her lips parted whenever I toyed with her swollen clit. How her stomach would tense when I used my fingers or tongue near her sex.
“Oh!” She gasped, her hips bucking when I buried my tongue deep. “It’s too much!”
I grabbed her hand, which was scrunching the sheets, and squeezed it gently when our fingers intertwined. “I’ve got you,” I said, pressing a kiss to her pussy. “One more, Katie. Give me one more.”
Her whimper was my undoing. My hips bucked, my cock spilling pre-cum into my boxers as I shoved a finger inside her tight heat. Her walls clamped down, hot and wet, and I almost fucking blacked out.
“One more,” I groaned, adding another digit and curling them against her sweet spot. My tongue latched onto her clit, sucking hard.
Sweet sounds poured out of her lips, and she let out a low gasp, her stomach tensing while she writhed in my arms. A second later, her orgasm drenched my mouth. I groaned into her, rutting against the mattress like a desperate teenager as I came in my boxers, humiliated, but too far gone to care.
So, like a good boy, I licked her through it, lapping slowly until she was whining and trying to squirm away.
“Shh, darling.” My hands held her firm. “Let me clean you up. I won’t miss a drop.”
I kissed her thighs once I was done.
When I finally crawled over her, her eyes were shining with a single tear trailing down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb, tucking her messy hair back.
I had vowed never to make Katie cry, but I didn’t mind it if she cried from pleasure.
“How was it?” I asked, even though I already knew the fucking answer.
Katie’s lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, then her gaze averted straight to my crotch. She swallowed, cheeks flushed.
“I-it was good.” Her voice was soft and sultry, like she hadn’t meant it to come out that way. She cleared her throat and added quickly, “Great. Ten out of ten.”
I grinned, smug as hell. “Do I get an A plus?”
Her lips curved. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I arched a brow, leaning back on my knees. “Well, I can’t have that. I’ll have to try again—”
I slid my hands up her thighs, spreading them apart, but she clamped her legs shut and stopped me.
“No!” She almost yelled, surprising us both. “I… I can’t take more.”
“Of course, you can,” I growled, yanking her closer by her legs. “Come here. Let me show you.”
“Dex!” She snapped.
I smirked. Yep, I was getting scolded. Fuck if it didn’t turn me on. I pressed a kiss to her knee, squeezing her soft skin. “Relax, Katie. I’m teasing you,” I said, my hand roaming over her body possessively. “I’ll get that A plus next time.”
It wasn’t just a promise. It was a threat.
Her eyes lit up, and when she sat up, my gaze dropped to her chest. Fuck. My cock ached to see her tits, but they were still hidden under her bra and shirt.
Cockblocked by cotton.
Boo.
“You ruined your pants?” She asked, pulling me out of my dirty thoughts.
I glanced down, and sure enough, a dark wet spot had bloomed across the front of my jeans.
My dick throbbed painfully against the damp fabric.
I hadn’t come in my pants like that since I was a goddamn teenager.
No. Since Katie hugged me at her birthday party years ago, I had to sneak into her bathroom to jerk off to the smell of her shampoo.
If I acted embarrassed, it would ruin my game.
I shrugged as if it was nothing and stood up. “You tasted so sweet I couldn’t help myself,” I said with a cocky smirk, my fingers unbuttoning my jeans.
She hummed, leaning over to get her purse from the coffee table. Only her balance made her body tremble just as she grabbed one handle and the next second she lost her hold on the purse.
Everything spilled.
Lip gloss, keys, a pen, a notebook, a protein bar. Normal stuff.
And then… not-so-normal stuff.
A folded piece of paper fluttered to the ground. My gaze snagged on the bold heading written in her bold, neat handwriting. The bullet points below had me choking back a laugh.
SEX PLAN
Make eye contact, but not creepy staring.
Touch hair. Flip them, if possible.
Say something sexy (find an example on Reddit later.* Example: “Your hands are hot enough to ride them.”)
Initiate kiss: tilt head right. Not left!!
Tease and FOREPLAY. Foreplay is a must.
Moan?? (but not like a dying goat.)
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I bent to grab it, but froze when two boxes of condoms clattered out next with different sizes. Because apparently she wasn’t leaving dick length to chance. And right after that, a small bottle rolled under the table. I picked it up. Chocolate-flavored lube. Behind it, un-flavored lube.
“Katie,” I said, horrified and trying not to laugh at the same time. “What the actual fuck?”
Her face went redder than a tomato. “That’s… that’s not mine—”
“You made a checklist.” I waved the paper. “And two lubes? Who even brings a backup lube?”
“I didn’t know which one you’d prefer.” She stomped over, tried snatching the list but missed it when I pulled it out of reach. “Stop reading that!”
I grinned, trying hard not to lose it. “Moan. But not like a dying goat.” I kept the paper high in the air when she tried to grab it. “Katie. Please. Are you writing a research paper or trying to get laid?”
She buried her face in her hands. “I just wanted to be prepared.”
“You came very prepared,” I said, holding up the condoms and shaking my head. “Jesus Christ, you’ve got more supplies than a sex shop.”
But underneath the teasing, something twisted warm in my chest. She wanted it badly enough to… do all this. She was mortified, but fuck if it didn’t make me want her even more.
I licked my lips and kept the things on the table and said, “I don’t think these would fit me.”
She finally looked up. “What?”
“These would not fit,” I repeated, pointing at the two boxes of different sizes of condoms.
“But I looked up the average size and bought the closest—”
“Because I’m… uh, bigger?” I said, dragging the zipper down and shoving my pants off. Her lips parted, but she didn’t say a word.
I was about to head for the bathroom, peel off my soaked boxers, and clean up. She’d probably need some time to relax after that embarrassing scene.
“C-can I see?”