Chapter 18 #3
“Arrow…” I moan, my thighs trying to snap closed, but they can’t because he has them trapped over his thighs and around his hips.
“Now there’s a flower between your legs, isn’t there?” he murmurs, chuckling, blowing hot, sweet breath over my lips as he plays with my core and again, doesn’t let me go until I come.
Until I ruin his gift and his fingers with my juices.
Until I ruin my fingers too, with sticky, melted ice cream.
Then he takes me away again.
He takes me everywhere I want to go.
Until I tell him to find us a secluded spot because I wanna suck him off and lick him like my ice cream cone.
We stop under a rusty bridge in Bardstown, and in under five seconds, I have him against a brick pillar and me, on my knees, looking up at him.
I reach up and massage his hard cock through his jeans. I rub my cheek on the imprint of his dick, feeling his inferno-heat on my skin, as he looks down at me.
“I’m always so cold, Arrow,” I tell him. “You’re the only one who makes me feel warm. You’re my sun.”
His jaw becomes hard and cruel almost, his hands fisted at his sides. “So are you going to thank me for it?”
I reach up and kiss one, his fist I mean.
I kiss his knuckles, lick them, trying to soften them up, and it works.
His fingers open up.
They get hold of my jaw, forcing me to look up. “Unzip me.”
Of course, I jump to do his bidding.
When I’m done, he pushes down his jeans and a second later, I’m looking at his cock, his beautiful cock with a pretty arch and that vein running underneath, all fat and juicy for me.
“Your dick is so pretty,” I whisper as I stare at it with wide eyes, my knees grinding on the concrete, my nails raking up and down his partially-covered thighs.
His stomach tightens up and his pretty dick lurches. “Pretty.”
“Uh-huh. So, so pretty.”
He fists my hair and pulls at it, making me arch my neck, my back, making me lose my balance and fall against his thigh. “Pretty is not the word I’d call my dick, but I’ll give you a pass tonight.”
I clench my thighs. “Why?”
“Because you’re going to put it in your mouth and suck it like your life depends on it.
And because I’m going to fuck your pouty lips like I fucked your pouty pussy last night.
And when you struggle to take me in, because I’m so big and fat for your innocent schoolgirl mouth, you’ll make me blow.
Right on your tongue, and when I do that, you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?
You’re going to swallow everything I give you like a good girl.
So you can call it whatever the fuck you want, baby, because all I care about is sliding into your mouth and riding it to heaven,” he says with clenched teeth and flushed cheeks, all dominating and large like the sun he is.
My breaths come out as a series of hiccups as I nod eagerly, my cheek bumping with the curve of his dick.
“I will, I will,” I whisper, eagerly.
His eyes glow. “Then what are you waiting for?”
At this, I take him into my mouth.
I suck on his head with my pouty lips, his flavor exploding. Not only on my tongue but everywhere. My toes and my legs and my stomach and my chest.
Everywhere I feel his heat and his spice.
He pulls his t-shirt up and moves it out of the way to watch me pleasure him. His eyes bore into mine and it makes me both shy and bold at the same time. Or at least, it makes my mouth bold and I begin vacuuming him in.
But my eyes can’t keep up. His stare is too much and I have to close them.
Even so, I feel his lustful stare.
I even see him in my head.
I see him, leaning against the wall like a god or a king, as I serve him like the overeager groupie I am. I dig my tongue into the tiny slit of his cock up top, curling it to scoop out his cum, and when he grunts above me, his hips arching off the wall, I feel that everywhere too.
Just like his taste, I feel his lusty, animal noises in every part of my body.
Especially in my hands when I wrap them around his beautiful dick, before enveloping it in my mouth as much as I can and fucking him.
God, his dick is beautiful. A piece of art on my tongue.
So heavy and meaty.
So flavorful.
His dick is my baby and I make love to it with my tongue and my lips.
It works because he grunts again.
Not only that, his hips are moving and arching and when I open my eyes to look up, I see that his head is thrown back, bunched up in a thick frown and he’s got his t-shirt clenched between his teeth as he pumps his hips.
That clench. Holy fuck.
The strain in his jaw and those tight muscles on his abdomen. The sweat misting his hot flesh as he fists my hair.
Everything about him is so fucking beautiful that I redouble my efforts. I move my hands faster. I move my lips faster too. And he becomes harder, plumper, prettier and tastier in my mouth.
So much more aggressive and harsher until he simply explodes.
His cock jerks and shoots cum down my throat and I swallow it all like he told me to.
I drink up the liquid heat of his orgasm. It flows down my throat and settles in my stomach, warming me up.
I keep doing it until he’s done.
Until he sighs out a big breath and his fists loosen up. Until he relaxes against the wall and looks down at me with slitted eyes.
When our gazes clash, I pant and wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand. “Thank you.”
A big puff of air escapes him and, bending down, he puts his hands under my armpits and pulls me up, making me climb his body once again.
I rest my head against his shoulders. “You taste like fire, all hot and tangy.”
His answer is to place a soft, silent kiss on my forehead and walk back to his motorcycle.
An hour later when he drops me off at St. Mary’s and I sneak back into my room, I can still taste him on my lips.
I’m so high on it, so engrossed in his fiery taste, that my heart punches right out of my chest when I hear my roommate’s first words to me. “Did you go somewhere?”
I’m almost all the way down on the bed, my blanket poised over me when she asks me this. And I don’t know how but I answer her.
“Yes. Bathroom.”
It comes out squeaky and high and all the things that should tell her that I’m lying.
I’m fucking lying.
But she accepts it and turns around in the bed to face away from me and promptly starts snoring.