31. Chapter 31 #2
“I will, but I don’t think it will be a problem.” I think if he finds my clit, I’m bound to detonate immediately. It’s been so long since someone else has touched me, and the fact it’s Talmage , the one boy I’ve never gotten over? I’m ready to combust already.
He’s not a boy anymore. My brain supplies through the lustful haze.
No, he’s definitely not. He’s all man. Broad shoulders and thick biceps. Sharp jaw and—
He trails a slightly shaky finger through the wetness at my entrance, letting out a groan when he feels my arousal.
I let out a moan at the minimal contact, my eyelids fluttering closed.
Tal trails his finger up and down a few times before he brings it all the way up to my clit and presses down slightly .
I jolt as shocks of pleasure shoot through me.
“That’s your clitoris, right?” he rasps. I open my eyes to look at him, but his gaze is firmly on where his finger is circling the firm bundle of nerves.
“Yes,” I croak as he increases the pressure.
“Can you come from just clitoral stimulation?” He finally looks up at me, his eyes glassy and filled with so much desire.
“I—” Where did he learn that? “Yeah.”
Tal just nods, his eyes once again falling to where he’s touching me.
“Can I taste you, Firefly?”
“ Please. ”
Tal doesn’t waste any time shuffling forward and licking quickly up through my lips. His mustache tickles me as he does, heightening the sensation.
“ Fuck, ” he mumbles against me before his mouth is on me in earnest, kissing and licking me like I’m his favorite dessert. He’s a little sloppy, a little uncoordinated, but honestly? It’s hot as fuck to feel him making out with my pussy.
When his tongue traces a path up to my clit and circles it a few times, my hips lift off the bed, and my hand shoots to his hair to give it a gentle tug.
“Use my face to make yourself come, Mack. Tell me what else you need to get there. Teach me how to please you.”
“Two fingers inside me, please. Tongue on my clit.”
Tal doesn’t hesitate. He laps at my clit and works two thick fingers inside me, thrusting slowly. I’m about to tell him to crook them up, but he does it himself, and I cry out my approval, “ Yes. ”
Tal somehow finds the spot inside me only my toys have reached and sets a steady rhythm, while his tongue never stops its relentless pace on my clit. I grip his hair, keeping his face where I want it while I selfishly take my pleasure.
My eyes roll back as my orgasm crests. “I’m going to come,” I warn, crying out Talmage’s name as pleasure sizzles through my veins. My thighs tense hard around his head, I’m worried I’m going to squeeze his brains out.
But he still doesn’t stop after I relax.
I watch him as his tongue, greedy and swift, licks up the arousal around my pussy lips. When he pulls his fingers from me, he sticks them in his mouth and licks them clean, moaning the entire time.
“Thank you,” he mumbles around his fingers. “That was the best experience of my life.”
Surely, that’s not true. “But you didn’t come.”
The tips of Tal’s ears turn red as he stands from the bed. “I did, actually.”
Sure enough, there’s a wet patch on the blue basketball shorts.
“Eating me out made you come?”
“I came the second I tasted you, Mack,” he admits without an ounce of shame. Like it’s a normal thing that happens all the time.
I’m still processing his words when he says, “I’m going to change in the bathroom. Don’t move, I’ll bring a washcloth to clean you up. Actually, we should change the sheets. I uh… I ma de a mess.”
I sit up, see the wet spot on the sheets from where it’s leaked through his clothes, and find I’m once again talking myself out of smelling it.
That’s weird fucking behavior, Mackenzie.
“Right. I’ll change the sheets while you get cleaned up.” I give him a nervous smile.
Tal turns like he’s going to go, then spins back around and rubs his neck. I stand from the bed to change the sheets, but Tal grips me by the hips gently and turns me towards him before crashing his lips against mine.
I’m stunned, so it takes me a moment to kiss him back, and he must take it as a rejection because he steps back.
“I’m so sorry. I should have asked. I just thought—never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m so sorry.” He blindly grabs things from his drawers and rushes to the bathroom, locking himself inside.
I stand there, tracing my lips with my fingertips. The faintest hint of my arousal from his mustache lingers on my lips, and it only makes my belly swoop with more desire.
I put my shorts back on, strip the bed and am in the middle of remaking it when he emerges from the bathroom in fresh basketball shorts and a new T-shirt.
He helps me put the sheet on, then I go to the bathroom. When I come out, he’s already lying down with his back to me.
I don’t like how awkward this feels.
I tap his shoulder, which causes him to turn over before I lean in slowly, so if he wants to move away he can. When he doesn’t, I gingerly press my lips to his. It’s a chaste, quick kiss, but I think it’s enough to have him relaxing .
“Good night, Bear. Sweet dreams.” I turn off the lamp and settle under the covers.
The bed shifts, and I feel him scoot close and put his arm over my waist.
“Good night, Firefly.” His breath fans the back of my neck, and goosebumps rise along my arms.
Feeling comfortable and relaxed, I drift off.
I swear I hear him whisper, “I love you,” before sleep overtakes me.