15. Chapter 15 The Dock #3
I dropped to my knees between her thighs and buried my face against her.
The first long lick made her gasp and grab my hair.
She was soaked, the taste of her sharp and familiar and exactly what I had been thinking about since she mentioned it on the walk back.
I licked through her folds, slow and thorough, then sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked.
Liv’s hips jerked. One hand stayed in my hair. The other braced behind her on the table.
“Fuck—Daniel—right there—”
I didn’t ease up. I licked and sucked and pushed two fingers into her, curling them while I worked her clit with my tongue.
Her thighs trembled on either side of my head.
The wet sounds filled the small clinic room.
She tried to stay quiet at first, then stopped bothering.
Soft, desperate moans spilled out of her every time I hit the spot that made her clench.
They were sounds that were not unfamiliar to a brothel.
I added a third finger and she swore under her breath.
I kept the same steady pressure, tongue circling, fingers pumping, until she came the first time sitting on the edge of the table.
Her whole body went tight and she pulled my hair hard enough to sting while she pulsed around my fingers.
I licked her through it, slower now, until the shaking eased and she was pushing my head away with a breathless laugh.
I stood, shoved my own trousers down, and stepped between her legs. I didn’t wait. I lined up and pushed into her in one long, deep stroke. She was still fluttering from the orgasm and the stretch made her drop her head back with a broken sound.
I fucked her like that for a long time… standing, her ass on the edge of the table, legs wrapped around my waist. Deep, hard thrusts that made the table creak with every impact.
Her ears were flat against the table with small flicks at the tips.
She kept one hand on my chest and the other gripping the edge of the table to stay in place.
“Harder,” she said, panting. “I want to feel it tomorrow. I want to walk funny.”
I gave it to her. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the room.
I reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I drove into her.
She came again, tighter this time, walls clamping down so hard I had to grit my teeth to keep from finishing with her.
I didn’t stop. I fucked her through the peak until she was oversensitive and still asking for more.
I pulled out before I lost it. She made a frustrated noise and reached for me.
“Chair,” I said.
I sat. She straddled me immediately, reached down, and sank onto my cock in one smooth drop.
The new angle made her gasp. She started riding me hard, hands on my shoulders, breasts bouncing with every thrust. I grabbed her ass and helped her, lifting and dropping her onto me.
Her ears flicked wildly. She leaned in and bit my shoulder to muffle the sounds she was making.
She changed the rhythm after a while, grinding instead of bouncing, rolling her hips so the head of my cock dragged against the spot that made her shiver.
I let her use me. My hands stayed on her ass, spreading her, squeezing, occasionally landing a light slap that made her clench and moan against my neck.
“You’re so deep like this,” she whispered. “I can feel every inch. Don’t you dare come yet. I want more.”
I stood with her still impaled, carried her the few steps back to the examination table, and laid her down on her back.
I hooked her knees over my arms and started thrusting again, longer strokes this time, watching the way her stomach flexed every time I bottomed out.
She reached down and rubbed her own clit while I fucked her. The sight of it almost finished me.
She came a third time like that, body arching off the table, a high broken sound leaving her throat. I pulled out again, breathing hard, and she sat up on her elbows.
“I want to sit on your face,” she said, voice wrecked. “You said you love the scent. I want you to drown in it. I want your whole face wet.”
I didn’t argue.
I lay back on the examination table. She climbed up after me, turned, and swung a leg over my head. Then she lowered herself onto my mouth.
The scent hit me first… hot, thick, and overwhelming. Then the taste. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her down until she was fully seated on my face. I licked into her like I was starving for it, tongue pushing as deep as I could get, then dragging up to her clit and sucking hard.
Liv moaned and started rocking her hips, riding my mouth. She reached back, found my cock, and wrapped her hand around it, stroking in time with the way she ground against my tongue. The wet sounds of her on my face mixed with the wet sounds of her fist on my shaft.
“That’s it,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Eat it. Fucking eat me. You love this, don’t you? You love how I smell when I’m this wet for you. Tell me.”
I couldn’t speak with my mouth full of her, so I answered by sucking her clit harder and pushing two fingers into her from below.
She cried out and her thighs clamped around my head.
She came again, grinding down so hard I could barely breathe, pulsing against my tongue while her hand kept stroking me.
She didn’t get off.
She stayed there, riding my face through the aftershocks, then started moving again. Slower now, more deliberate, using my mouth exactly how she wanted. Every time she came down, I licked deeper. Her scent was everywhere—on my lips, my chin, my nose. I was drowning in it and I didn’t want air.
She reached back with her free hand and spread herself wider for me, giving me better access. I licked from her entrance all the way up and over her clit in long, greedy strokes. She came again, thighs shaking so hard she had to brace a hand on the table to keep from collapsing.
Even then, she stayed on my face.
“One more,” she gasped. “Give me one more like this and then you can fuck me again.”
I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked in steady pulses while I curled my fingers. Her whole body locked up. A long, broken moan left her as she came again, dripping onto my chin, grinding through it until she was trembling and oversensitive.
She finally lifted off my face, breathing hard, and climbed down. Her legs were unsteady. She turned, bent over the examination table.
“Now,” she said. “I need you inside me again. Don’t be gentle.”
I stepped behind her, grabbed her hips, and slammed back in.
The first thrust made her shout. I didn’t slow down.
I fucked her hard over the table, one hand in her hair, the other spanking her ass in time with my hips.
The table rocked. She pushed back to meet every stroke, ears flat, tail-puff twitching.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasped. “Fill me. I want it. I want to walk out of here dripping. I want to feel you leaking out of me while we go upstairs.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded into her.
She came one more time, body locking up, a long broken moan leaving her throat.
The way she clenched around me pulled me over the edge with her.
I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard, pulsing inside her in thick waves, hips stuttering as I emptied everything I had.
We stayed like that for a long moment after, both of us breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her. Cum started to slip down her thighs when I finally eased out.
Liv stayed bent over the table for another few seconds, then slowly stood and turned. Her ears lifted a little. She looked wrecked and satisfied and still hungry.
She reached down, scooped some of what was leaking out of her onto two fingers, and pushed them into her mouth.
“So good,” she said quietly.
“Damn, you’re amazing. I mean it. Fuck.”
She patted the head of my cock. “Don’t you forget it.”
We stayed in the clinic until our breathing evened out enough to get dressed and leave. Liv would be the death of me and I was not sad about it.