Chapter 16 Sweet Sixteen #3
“I don’t want to taste soap,” he said. “I want to taste your cunt, Doll.”
I remembered how he’d called Becca that at the pool, and I wondered how many girls he’d used this line with, how many girls he’d done this with. It seemed somehow more intimate than sex, made me feel more vulnerable.
As if he could feel my tension, Preston ran his hands along my inner thighs from the apex to my knees, gently pressing them open. He planted a soft kiss between. “Just let me take care of you, baby doll. Let me make you feel good.”
He went in slow this time, his tongue stroking up one side of my clit, around the top, and back down the other side before he sank lower. I whimpered, my hips rocking with pleasure and anticipation.
“Oh god,” I gasped as his tongue made a slow circle around my entrance and then moved up, around my clit again.
My fingers curled into fists in his hair, and he pulled my leg over his shoulder and buried his face in me.
This time, I pulled him deeper, lifting my hips onto his face, trying to get his tongue inside me for some relief.
I knew I should be angry, but part of me was overwhelmed with his desire for me, so much that he couldn’t even wait for me to wake up.
And god, the way he was licking me, like I was the most delicious dessert, something to be savored before being devoured.
I let his desire carry me away, and his tongue, holy hell…
I wanted it inside me so bad I thought I’d scream.
My thighs fell open, and he whispered that I was a good girl before spreading me open with his thumb and finger and suctioning his lips onto my clit.
My head swam with pleasure, and my objections faded.
All I could think was that this is what I’d wanted, to experience things beyond Devlin, to take risks, to do more.
And this was so much more.
Devlin had always dutifully done the work to make sure I came, but Preston was eating me like a starving man, moaning and sucking, biting, licking.
His tongue continued winding around my clit and then back down around my opening in a sensuous rhythm that made me see stars.
I’d never felt so wanted, so irresistible.
Or so wet. I could hear him slurping up my arousal to get it all, moaning as he slid his tongue around and around until I thought I’d faint if he didn’t put something inside me.
“Preston,” I gasped. “Oh god, I need you to—”
I broke off with a shuddering breath, my hips jerking convulsively against his mouth.
“What do you need, baby doll?” he asked, lifting his head long enough to pull my underwear down my thighs. He pushed my knees up, then leaned down and bit down gently on my plump mound, working his teeth tighter until I grabbed his head. My clit was throbbing painfully with each heartbeat.
“Stop,” I gasped. “I can’t keep going. It’s too much.”
He took my hands and moved them to my knees. “I want you to hold your knees just like that,” he said, sitting back. “Don’t move. I’m going to turn on the lamp. I want to feast my eyes on your cunt before I feast my mouth on your cum.”
He switched on the lamp, and I turned my head away, blinking against the light.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered. “Good girl, just like that.” He sank down on the bed again, spreading me open with both hands and just staring down at me, completely vulnerable and on display for him.
Self-consciousness overcame me when I thought of what I must look like, so wet and swollen and stretched open like that.
I released my knees and started to close my legs, but he grabbed them and shoved them back open. Before I could react, he brought his hand down, slapping my wet flesh.
I let out a shriek of surprise, but he pinned my knees open and slapped my pussy again, his palm stinging over the already enflamed skin.
“I told you to open for me,” he growled.
“Now be a good girl and obey. And if I were you, I’d shut that pretty mouth, because if you think I’m going to stop if your father walks in, you’re wrong.
I’ll show him exactly how good his little girl takes it, and he’ll never tell you to leave the door open again. ”
I gulped, tears swimming in my eyes, and nodded. The wetness between my thighs had made his slap burn like the devil, and I was still too stunned by the sharp, stinging pain to answer. Slowly, I hooked my hands behind my knees and pulled them up for him again.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, leaning down and flicking the tip of his tongue gently over my raw clit. “Just like that. You’re fucking magnificent, Dolly Beckett. I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Your cunt is glorious, so fat and wet for me. I want to see it dripping with cum.”
I didn’t know what was happening to my body, how I could be soaked from his rude talk, how hard my clit was throbbing from the sting of his slap, how I could hate him and simultaneously be so aroused I thought I’d cum just from the weight of his stare.
“Preston,” I whispered.
“Mmm,” he murmured, closing his lips ever so gently around my swollen clit.
He gave the softest suck, then slid lower, lapping at the mess I was making.
He moved lower still, circling my entrance and giving a suck that made my whole body tremble.
“Say it again. I’ve waited sixteen fucking years to hear you moan my name. ”
He ran his hands up the back of my thighs, and I tensed, thinking about the stretch marks he must feel under his fingers.
Before I could speak, his tongue slipped lower, pushing against the knotted ring of muscle around my ass.
The words caught in my throat, and I tried not to choke with shock and embarrassment.
Instead of quickly pulling back, he pressed his tongue rhythmically against my rear entrance, then used the tip to stroke more probingly, as if he were trying to coax me open. At the same time, he moved his thumb against my clit, which throbbed each time his tongue worked over my ass.
I squeezed my eyes closed. “Please stop,” I whimpered, not sure if I was more humiliated that he was licking me there, or that it felt… Good.
He chuckled and slid his tongue back toward where I wanted—needed—it. “I’m going to fuck every tight little hole in your body before I’m done with you,” he said. “But for tonight, if you’re a good girl and use your words to tell me what you want, I’m here to give it to you.”
“Please,” I whimpered, having lost all sense of dignity by now. “Make me cum.”
“Good girl,” he said, sounding impressed. He slicked his thumb slowly back and forth against my engorged clit. “I like watching your clit throb when I touch you. I felt it when I was tonguing your ass hole. Did you like that, baby doll? I can put my cock there if you think you can take it.”
“No,” I said quickly. “I don’t like that.”
“Then I’ll save that for when you’ve been a bad girl,” he said. “Tonight, you’re being such a good girl. Look at you, holding your pretty pussy open for me to feast.”
He lowered his mouth onto me, sucking greedily at my center until I was whimpering for relief.
“Preston,” I gasped. “Please.”
“Be a good girl and use your words,” he said. “Tell me which hole you want fucked.”
“There,” I said, rocking my hips.
He raised a hand and gave me a look. “Do I need to spank your pussy to remind you what happens when you disobey?”
“No,” I cried. “Just let me cum, Preston.”
“Then tell me how you want to be fucked.”
“My… Pussy,” I whispered, my face flaming with heat. I wasn’t a dirty talker, and neither was Devlin. I wasn’t used to this, to being treated roughly one minute and like I was the air someone needed to live the next.
“Good girl,” Preston crooned, leaning down and giving my slit a lazy lick. “Do you want to cum on my cock, my tongue, or my fingers.”
I flopped back on the pillows, nearly sobbing with frustration.
I could feel my own wetness trickling down my crack.
My legs were cramping, and I wanted to release my knees, but I didn’t want to get slapped again.
“I don’t care,” I groaned. “Please, Preston, I’m begging you. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I like how you say my name when you beg so pretty,” he said, pulling my hands from my knees and crawling up over me. He rubbed his nose lightly over mine, and my face burned with shame when I smelled myself on his face. He hovered over me, his body just an inch from mine.
“Stop teasing me,” I said.
“Then tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you.”
“With your tongue,” I said.
“Good girl,” he whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Now you’re going to sit on my face, and I want to hear my name on your lips while my tongue’s in your cunt. Got it?”
“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “I’m too big to do that.”
“Are you afraid you’ll smother me?” he asked, looking amused.
“I—I’m afraid I’ll drown you,” I blurted.
He laughed quietly. “And what a fucking way to go. Now, do you want to cum or not?”
“Yes,” I said, weak with relief.
“Then sit on my face,” he growled, rolling us over on the bed. He grabbed my waist and dragged me up, and I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling so exposed I couldn’t even begin to relax.
“I said, sit,” he ordered, yanking me down on his face.
He positioned my hips and thrust his tongue inside me at last. I’d been waiting all night, and I was so wound up I could barely move as I felt his tongue plunging into me.
My head swam with dizziness at the waves of pleasure crashing over me, and my hips started moving of their own accord.
I grabbed the bedposts on my canopy bed, trying to keep from toppling off.
Preston moaned, his hands gripping my ass as his tongue fucked me from below.
I started to cum, my hips bucking against him, my body taken over by spasms as I rode his face harder, helpless to stop myself from seeking the bliss he’d denied me for so long.
I heard his name echoing through the room as if from far away, my vision and hearing going dim behind the overwhelming rush of pure ecstasy.
And then I couldn’t even speak, could only pant as every thought deserted me.
The orgasm slammed into me in waves, my walls clenching around his tongue, my hips rolling, my pussy grinding against his face as I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.
My legs were shaking by the time I finished and my head cleared. Preston was still under me, only his tongue moving in soft, slow strokes along my inner thighs, cleaning me up. His face was soaked, and embarrassment gripped me as thoroughly as pleasure had when I let go.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, trying to climb off him. “Let me get you a towel.”
“Don’t interrupt a man when he’s eating,” he growled. “I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
“But I got… Stuff… On your face.”
“And it’s fucking delicious,” he said. “I don’t mind cleaning up after you, baby doll. Now relax and stop acting like this isn’t the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I swallowed, my throat tight. “Okay. But, if we could just change positions…”
He chuckled and gave my quaking thigh a playful slap before lifting me and laying me down on the bed with my head toward the bottom. “Never going to complain when a lady says I made her legs too weak to hold her up.”
“You shouldn’t do that,” I scolded. “You’re going to sprain something.”
“Do what?” he asked, looking at me funny.
“Pick me up,” I said. “I probably weigh more than you.”
“Shut up and let me finish cleaning you up,” he said, smoothing my hair back. “And Doll, don’t ever apologize for how hard you cum or how wet you get. It’s the biggest compliment you could give a guy.”
“Okay,” I said, dropping my gaze. He was too close, too intimate, and he talked about things so openly.
Devlin was my first, and we hooked up in a high school way, too awkward to talk about things besides the whispered, “Do you have a condom?” to let him know when I was ready.
He let me keep the lights out to hide my insecurities, though I knew he could feel my stretch marks and my embarrassingly puffy mound.
He didn’t spread me open and look at me in the light.
He didn’t talk about how I came. I wasn’t comfortable talking about that kind of thing, especially while someone was only inches from my face, looking right into my eyes.
“I fucking love the way you smell,” Preston said. “The way you taste. The way you cum. You don’t have to hide it. Not that, not anything. It’s you, and I love every part of you.”
He kissed me, and for some stupid reason, I felt tears prick behind my eyes.
It was too much of everything. He was too much—his openness, the way he’d said that word like it was assumed.
I’d waited two years for Devlin to say it, holding my breath every time I thought it might happen.
Preston hadn’t said he loved me, but he’d said something close, and I hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
I hadn’t ached for him, hadn’t endured pain and jealousy and uncertainty.
He just laid it out there, letting me know how much he wanted me like it was simple.
I was used to Devlin’s reserved nature and trying to figure him out by reading between the lines, not… This.
Because with Preston, I was too much, too.
Not just my body, either. It scared me how good he made me feel.
I always held myself back a little, not wanting to scare Devlin away.
Preston had pushed me past my limits, made me lose control.
I came too hard, lost control too thoroughly.
I’d rubbed myself all over his face. Even his eyelashes were wet with my release.
“Now,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m going to finish licking every drop of cum from your delicious little cunt, and then we’ll go back to sleep. Deal?”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
“Good girl,” he whispered with a little smirk. He gave my lips one last quick kiss before throwing the blankets over us and sliding down the bed, disappearing under them.
The next time I woke up, the sun was streaming in the window where Devlin had stood when I told him it was over, and the bed was empty beside me.