Chapter 22 #2
Her eyes drift down my neck, stalling on the tattoo before dropping lower, and I’m frozen in her sights, waiting for something. Anything that I could possibly interpret as an invitation to get closer.
Instead, she breaks our wicked staring contest, grabbing the bottle next to her hip. “What’s this?”
“A new whiskey,” I take the unlabeled, unnamed liquor and pour a small amount into a glass, holding it up for her to try.
Her nose crinkles, looking at me suspiciously, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Are you such a lightweight that half an ounce of liquor will do it?"
With a small giggle, she takes a tentative sip. As her throat works to swallow, she hums, "I'm not usually a dark liquor girl, but that's not terrible."
"Not terrible is a step up from hating it, I guess," I grin, moving onto the peachy thing Skyler thinks will be the winner this year.
Reusing her glass, I pour the mead into it and hold it out again, silently noting that she's relaxed her legs to the point that I can slot between them with one knee.
A temptation I'm hopeless to resist, spreading her until I’m standing close enough to feel her inner thighs brush my jeans as I hand her the golden honey wine.
When her eyes meet mine over the glass, I'm hit with deja vu again, my fractured mind banging against some barrier I can't see, trying to connect the memory I'm making now with one I had before.
A pulse of a headache starts behind my eyes, but instead of reaching for the lost memory, I blink it away, knowing I'd rather have this one.
Because in this one, my hands are just to the outside of her hips, my thumbs grazing the soft skin hidden beneath her tights, right where her cute little skirt ends.
And she's looking at me with wide eyes that scream of false demureness, begging me without words to take what we both want.
If she wants to play the part of prey, I'll be the wildest fucking predator animal she's ever seen.
With her next swallow, she sighs, nodding before placing the glass on her lap.
"Good?" I can't take my eyes off her lips as she licks the remnants of the sweet wine off them.
She nods, but I can only tell because her gorgeous mouth moves up and down with the motion.
"Cormac?” Her lips curve around the sound of my name, her voice drifting to me on breathy, heavy air.
Before I can even think it through, I close the distance, and my mouth lands on hers, demanding and all-consuming.
The first time I kissed her was wild and hot, like I was trying to steal a few seconds before her common sense caught up with her.
But this— fucking hell, this is like a drug injected into my system, the soft press of her lips on mine drowning me.
My mouth lazily eases hers open, slow and intoxicating, the taste of her and the alcohol devastating as my tongue teases her lower lip.
Her answering whimper makes my fucking head spin, taking more and more as she languidly falls into the kiss, her warm mouth parting wholly for mine. My tongue slides against hers, gliding together in a slow dance.
I want to kiss her all over, trace every inch of her body with my tongue, see how many more cute little whimpers and whines I can pull from her throat with it.
Dragging her lower lip between my teeth, I can't stop the groan that escapes me, tasting and teasing her mouth with mine, exploring every inch, pulling soft sighs from her over and over.
Another noise of frustration has me unraveling, diving into the sloppy, sordid kiss, tilting my head to get further, closer, to consume her entirely while she tries not to melt against me, fighting against all her wicked desires even while her thighs fall apart, welcoming me in.
Without separating our mouths, I move the glass from her hand, placing it beside us so I can pull her closer, easing her to the edge of the table and bringing the heat between her thighs right where I need her, making her skirt ride up and expose more delicious skin.
The moment my hard cock meets her body, she releases a moan, and the sensations of her against me while I drink down her sounds make me feel like a feral beast only barely under my own control.
My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh and pinning her in place to grind myself between her legs, making her moan again.
Her knees fall further open, beckoning me in, and her back arches, leaning back while I fucking plunder her mouth, my body covering hers completely.
Her tits against my chest and her hot, needy pussy scream my name, and I can't help but respond, aching to give her everything she won't ask for.
One of my hands travels up from her thighs, over her breasts, grazing one hard nipple with my thumb on the way to her collarbone, pressing her away from me until she's flat on the table.
While I might be mourning the end of her lips on mine, now I can loom over her and watch her unravel.
Her shiny lips and red cheeks, her hazy, clouded with lust eyes, and her heaving chest as she catches her breath—fuck, every inch of her drives me crazy.
Keeping her right where I want her, I drive my hips again, groaning into the bliss of feeling her cunt against me, even through the layers of clothes.
Her brows furrow and her mouth falls open in a filthy, breathy moan, so I do it again, watching her gorgeous face morph into a picture of delirious pleasure, rubbing her pussy against me and chasing the warm pressure of my cock on her clit.
She pants my name, the needy sound making me hold back a shiver.
I can't wait a single second longer. I need to taste her. To taste all the sweetness gathering between her thighs. All the evidence of how fucking badly she wants this, even if she can’t admit it to herself.
With one hand holding her in place with a gentle grip around her throat, my other fists the bottom of her skirt, shoving it all the way up to her waist, leaving only her tights and little thong between us.
Gripping the butter-soft nylons, I tear them apart, ripping them in half, baring her drenched panties as she cries out, her legs reflexively trying to close around my hips.
Brigit is a fucking vision like this, a dark wet spot calling my name between her thighs, destroyed tights hanging by less than a thread, the ruined edges rolling on themselves to stay out of my fucking way, disheveled skirt and sweater, face flush with heat.
"You're so beautiful, baby," I mumble, spreading her legs wider with a rough grip, reveling in the way my fingers dig into her flesh. "Fuck, I bet you're pretty all over, huh?"
She whines, wriggling her hips, dangling off the edge of the fucking table, trying to gain purchase.
Releasing her neck, I drag a chair from beside me, pulling it between her legs and sinking into it, bringing me right where I want to be, eye level with Brigit's soaking wet panties.
I place both of her lush, thick thighs over my shoulders, settling between them to fucking feast.
Leaning in, I can feel Brigit hold her breath, anticipation flooding both of our systems.
At the first drag of my tongue against her covered slit, she gasps. At the second, she moans, the sound both full of pleasure and frustration.
Oh, my god, I can't fucking believe I'm about to see all of her. I've felt this pussy coming on my fingers, tasted her orgasm from them, but the reality of having it right here and getting to bury my face in it might be too much for my mind to handle.
I have to stop my fucking fingers from shaking as they ease the little blue strip of fabric to the side.
An utterly depraved groan rumbles out of my chest when she's bared to me. Every fucking inch looks delicious, the dark pink folds all shiny with slick, her sweet, swollen clit full of blood, and fucking hell. I spread her open with two fingers, baring her dripping, achingly tempting opening.
"So. Fucking. Pretty." I confirm what I already knew would be true. She's beautiful.
And fucking finally, I bury my face into her, licking opening to clit between my fingers, flattening my tongue against her to take in every fucking inch.
Her desperate cry of my name pushes me further into her.
With the same slow, sordid precision I used on her mouth, I lick every inch of her I can reach.
Groaning into her hot flesh, I scoot the chair and myself closer until the only thing around me is Brigit.
Her cunt against my mouth, her swollen clit brushing my nose, her thighs wrapped snug around my head.
My fingers wrap around her legs, digging into the flesh at her thighs to lock her against me.
Again and again, I drag my tongue through her wet center, pressing against her clit with hungry moans, burying it inside her and making her cry out my name.
Jesus Christ.
"Tastes so good, Bunny," I mumble before languidly diving back in, happy to indulge in her slowly all fucking afternoon if she'll let me.
Her wild, desperate moans urge me on as she tries to fuck my face, rubbing wantonly against my mouth.
With an almost too rough grip, I hold her in place, moving slower, licking, sucking, fucking burrowing my face into her cunt until she's on the verge of pleading for release.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I pull a wild, frantic squeal from Brigit, and that sound alone almost makes me cum in my fucking pants. The more I lick up, the more her pretty pussy gives me, drowning me in her, soaking my lips and tongue.
Her shaking legs and breathy, desperate noises have me doubling my efforts, keeping my mouth slow and sloppy, but focusing all my attention on her clit, dragging it in circles with my tongue.
Fucking hell, I wish I had two mouths.
One to keep feasting on her, and the other to tell her everything I'm thinking. How good she tastes, how badly I want to feel her coming on my tongue, how fucking filthy with cum I want her. But all I can do is show her with my mouth just how much I love her cries of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," she whimpers. "Oh, Cormac. I'm— oh, my god. Oh, don't stop. It's so good. Your mouth feels so good, I can't—" her frantic moans turn unintelligible, deliriously lost, barreling towards orgasm.
She's so fucking close. Jesus Christ, I need her to come.
I moan loudly into her cunt, and the sensation sends her screaming over the edge, every muscle between her legs rhythmically flexing, her hot channel squeezing around nothing before relaxing over and over again. Her clit fucking pulses against my tongue, full of blood as orgasm washes over her.
Those strong legs try to close around my head, and I force them open, drinking down the hot liquid pouring from her body with every drugging flex of her pussy.
Her screams turn slowly into sated little sighs of my name as her body relaxes, the waves of release easing.
A soft, grateful groan escapes my chest, and my licks and sucks turn gentle, savoring her every twitch as my tongue swipes her too sensitive clit.
When she tries to escape the overwhelming sensation, a possessive, animalistic growl freezes her in place.
"Cormac," she whines. "It's— it's too much."
A chuckle shakes my chest, "Sorry, baby, I'm not done yet."
"Not done?" she asks through gritted teeth.
"Nah," I lick her opening again, swallowing her magnificence. "The first one was for you. This one is for me."
Nothing has ever been better than having my face between Brigit’s legs, hearing her scream my name. I haven’t had my fill of her yet, but making her fall apart again, tasting her orgasm as she drowns me with it, is gonna make me cum in my fucking pants.
I know this is sick and depraved, doing this at my place of business, but, Jesus, I can't help myself.
Desperately, I unzip my pants and shove them and my boxer briefs down far enough to free my aching dick, immediately wrapping a hand around it.
Doubling my efforts on Brigit's pussy, I bury my tongue inside her, using one of my thumbs to rub tight circles on her clit and the other to drag through the precum gathering at my tip.
"Wrap those legs around my head, Brig," I mumble desperately into her skin. "Suffocate me with them."
Yes. Just like that. So good, so obedient.
I fuck her with my tongue and work my cock at the same time, grunting and groaning, losing myself in her sounds and taste, the orgasm rapidly building in my balls as she starts writhing on me, loud cries of her pleasure bouncing off the walls.
I can't stop the borderline pathetic noises I'm burying into her body, my dick throbbing with how badly I need this.
Fuck. I'm gonna make a mess.
I grab the closest thing I can find to come into, still sucking on her clit and jerking myself off with my other hand.
When another screaming orgasm barrels through Brigit, she takes me right with her, hot ropes of cum spilling into the glass she was using.
My whole body breaks out in goosebumps as it keeps pulsing out of me, the high so powerful my fucking spine tingles.
When my hips stop jerking and I feel the slightest relief, I ease my mouth off of Brigit, resting my head on her inner thigh to catch my breath.
She sighs, lying boneless on the table.
And I just watch. Like a creep. Seeing her body drag in heavy breaths and slowly relax.
Only mildly disgusted at myself, I set the cum cup on the table, as far from Brigit as I can get it, tucking myself back into my pants.
On weak legs, I stand, leaning over Brigit to kiss her thrumming pulse, gently pulling her upright and then to her feet, fixing her skirt to the best of my abilities.
She stares at me with glassy eyes, letting me readjust her clothing without objection.
"You okay?" I finally ask when she doesn't speak for a few minutes.
She nods, then blinks a few times like she's waking from a dream. "Did you just jizz into my glass?"
"I did, yeah," I can't bring myself to look at the cup in question. “Just tasting you was about to make me cum in my fucking pants.”
A blushing, shy laugh takes over her face, and I can't bring myself to give a shit about the cum cup anymore, just grateful to be in the presence of her when she's so free like this.
"Ummm," I chuckle, "I'm gonna go dispose of that, and then I'll get you a fresh glass so you can keep taste testing?"
She bites her lower lip, holding back a sly laugh, "Sure."