Chapter Fourteen
Bones
The sight of my Daisy Girl’s thick ass is everything.
She’s so pale compared to me, and the places that don’t often see sunlight are paler still.
The vision of my inked hands groping and indulging in her curves pushes me over the edge.
I can’t wait a damn second longer. I drop to my knees on the wooden boardwalk of the pier—still cleaving her voluptuous cheeks apart—and I bury my face in her ass.
My tongue darts out and I circle her cute rosy hole, first one way, and then the other.
Above me, spread-legged and clinging to the railing, Sunny moans deep in her throat.
The sound fuels my hunger like gasoline thrown on a bonfire, and I thrust my tongue inside her.
Sunny lets out another sweet moan and unconsciously pushes her ass at my tongue, physically begging me to fuck her. “Bones,” she breathes, her toes curling over the railing, her breathing erratic. “I want you to know you’re my first.”
Torturing her pretty hole, I press my tongue as deeply as I can, undulating and twisting it as curiosity grows rapidly within me. Removing my face from the full moon before me, I bite her right cheek, reveling in the way Sunny yelps at the playful pain. “I’m your first what, sunshine?” I press.
The blonde goddess mewls with need in my absence. “The first person—man or woman—to eat my ass.”
My clit throbs and my pussy aches at her declaration.
“You’re saying I’m taking your ass eating virginity?
” I ask crudely, my brows rising toward my hairline at the sheer, fucking wicked luck of it.
It’s rare you get to be someone’s first as an adult for anything, so this feels sinfully special.
“That is so hot,” I purr, giving the bitten cheek a quick spank that I know will sting. “And that’ll leave a pretty red mark.”
“Bones!” Sunny squeals, turning to glance back over her shoulder.
But I can’t respond. I’m back in my seat of worship, on my knees, the goddess spread wide in welcome for me.
I tongue Sunny like I’ve never tongued anyone.
I eat her ass with a passion that rivals hunger.
I eat her like if I just reach deep enough, maybe I’ll get to taste the little bit of darkness that broods inside of her—hidden beneath a seemingly endless minefield of light.
It’s as if we’re perfect opposites, yet complimentary.
Like the yin and yang of East Asian philosophy we balance each other.
My honey haired beauty moans, adjusting her stance on the railing as the darkness continues to grow around us.
She pushes back, riding my face like a cowgirl bouncing on a bronco.
With a satisfied smirk, I withdraw, tonguing her rim, teasing, before pressing in the tip.
Sunny mewls in frustration. She wants more—needs more—and I’m only too happy to indulge her.
I snake one hand around to her front, and with my palm facing the delicious mound of her bare pussy, I pinch her clit.
My muse bucks toward the railing to escape me, but she has nowhere to go.
She’s safely trapped between the ocean and me. Just where she should be.
“Ooh,” she moans, her panting breath exaggerating the sound as I rub her swollen clit slowly and rhythmically, drawing out the pleasure as I continue to rim and dip her sweet hole. “Fuck, please,” she sobs, her voice strained by a bratty whine. “I need to come. Please let me come!”
Her begging is like a soothing liquor for my soul, drowning out the darkness of my past with light, rockabilly fashion, and more tangible yearning than I can ever remember feeling.
Though I’m tempted to drag out the exquisite ecstasy of edging her, I decide to treat her to what she wants.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me, sunshine,” I croon huskily, quickening my fingers.
I luxuriate in her earthy, sweet scent as she moans loudly, her volume increasing as I rub her clit harder and faster.
“And yet ... you’re such a little whore. ”
“Yes!” Sunny gasps, thrusting herself against my hand. “God, yes. Please. I want to be your whore. You make me feel so good—I can’t think straight!”
“The feeling’s mutual, baby,” I purr, but I have no more use for words now. I thrust my tongue inside her ass once more, twisting and probing, matching my wicked ministrations up front and back, until a scream rends the night like a knife through flesh.
“Bones!” She cries out my road name to the stars as she comes. It gushes down her legs and over my hand as she bucks and writhes, caught between one breath and the next as she forgets how to breathe.
I rise to my feet and wrap my arms around her, pulling her back from over the edge, and support her in stepping back down onto the pier.
All the while she shakes and shivers, a beautiful cherry-hued catastrophe of a woman enveloped securely in my leather-clad arms. Together we ride out the waves of her release, and she clutches at my forearms, using me as her anchor in the maelstrom of her violent bliss.
“Shh,” I soothe, a smile creasing my cheeks as I kiss her hair before my lips trail down to her ear.
“I’m here. I’ve got you, pretty girl. You’re safe,” I promise.
Sunny’s breathing slows as the moments slip away into memory and she finally sighs, allowing her head to fall back against the cushion of my breasts. “I don’t know if I can walk,” she admits. “That was intense. Thank you.”
I squeeze my lady in red and close my eyes, simply holding her at the end of the pier as the moon and stars bear witness. “Today has been amazing,” I say, “but I think it’s about time we head home. I’ll order in.”
Sunny nods. “That sounds like a good idea,” she answers, turning around in my arms to face me. Gazing up into my eyes, she shakes her head as she suppresses a smile bigger than she can bear. “This is all so crazy.”
“Good crazy, right?” I check.
“The very best kind.”
“Then let’s get out of here. The night’s not over yet, beautiful.”
“Oh! The sweets!” she gasps and bobs down to collect the paper tray I’d dropped so recklessly, earlier. She stands back up and lifts it open, peeling away the paper that’s now covered in a messy array of creams, jams, and sugary goodness. “They’re all smooshed,” she sulks.
With a devious grin, I drag my finger through the sticky mess, then press it to her lips.
Her eyes widen in that deliciously sexy way and she opens her mouth.
Wrapping her lips around my finger, she slowly sucks the creamy desserts away, maintaining unbroken eye contact the whole time.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I growl, catching her lips with mine when she’s done.
I moan into her mouth. I can taste the fresh cream, espresso, and mascarpone blending on her tongue.
Breaking the sinfully tasty kiss, I rest my forehead to hers and fight to regain my focus, to overcome the desire to just fuck her, flesh-to-flesh, right here and now.
“All right, quick. We better get out of here before the pigs get called on us.” I wink at the woman who has turned my world upside down in a single day and drag her along after me.
Together we run back up the pier toward the street and my waiting hog, our laughter and breathless shenanigans filling the night.