IVY
M y inner wild child got me into this room with Clint, but my logical side was why I knew how to give a blowjob. Research wasn’t only for recipes!
Before I could bask in a job well done, Clint yanked up his pants and flipped me on my back. His lips covered mine, silencing my startled gasp. I pressed my hands against his chest.
Clint freed my lips and asked, “What?”
“I want applause for my first blowjob.”
“You’re about to get better than applause,” Clint said and slid his hand under my shirt. His fingers tugged down my bra and slid across my hard nipple. When I gasped, Clint kissed me again and murmured, “Tit for tat, Ivy.”
I had no time to reassess my situation. I loved being in control and making Clint come. Now, though, I was the one about to be exposed and broken into delicious pieces.
Clint kissed my belly in the same way I did his before. I wanted to keep my pants on. I really did, but Clint’s fingers made quick work of my button. He was on his knees and removing my khaki pants. I pushed away his hands when he tried to slide off my panties.
Struggling for a reason to hide, I mumbled, “I’m not rubbing my bare butt against Goldie’s comforter.”
“I already did. She’ll need it washed, either way.”
Clint’s kisses stopped me from using more weak logic against the pleasure he was offering. Yet, I didn’t want to be fully naked.
“You’re going to make this tricky, huh?” Clint asked when I kept him from removing my panties. “Or are you saying no?”
“I’m not saying no. But I’m saying I don’t want to be naked in this room.”
Clint looked around, probably thinking about how his impressive cock had been unburdened in this very room.
“Okay,” he said and kissed me quickly. “Then, we’ll make this tricky.”
I squeaked in surprise when Clint flipped me over to my belly. I wasn’t certain what he had in mind. My research hadn’t prepared me for this event. Clint slid his arm under my belly and lifted my hips. His other hand slid my panties past my thighs.
My mouth opened to complain. Rather than words, I let out a groan of pleasure as his fingers caressed my overheated folds.
I moaned his name. First from the pressure against my clit and then at the feel of his hot breath on my tattoo. He kissed the tender skin on my lower back before his lips trailed downward, giving each butt cheek a wet kiss.
Hiding my face in my hands, I couldn’t think straight. His lips found my pussy. I gripped the blanket and whispered Clint’s name as if afraid to get too loud.
His touch was better than any fantasy. The heat burned through my every nerve and left me panting.
His tongue dipped between my folds, searching for my clit. No more whispering, I moaned like I was dying. The heat was too much. I felt so vulnerable. A part of me wanted him to stop. I was terrified to come with my butt in the air.
I didn’t dare ask him to stop. I wanted Clint to make me go wild. There should be no barriers between us. I could still taste him on my tongue. He was mine. I needed to be his. And this was the next step.
His tongue slid rhythmically along my folds before circling my clit. Closer and closer, I got to the peak of my pleasure. He’d made me come before, but never like this with us so exposed.
That’s why the blowjob felt so powerful. I was breaking down more barriers between us. Now, he was about to slam through another one.
The orgasm exploded inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I whimpered Clint’s name and clawed at the comforter.
His tongue lapped down my pleasure even as I caught my breath. Clint finally relented when I fell limp on the bed. Rolling me gently onto my back, he studied me.
“I love you,” he said as he searched for something on my face. “No one else will ever do.”
“I love you, too,” I replied and wrapped my arms and legs around his body. “Not because you saved me. I love your laugh and your loyalty. I love the way you see the world. I love how you treat people. Also, you’re easy on the eyes.”
Clint’s smile widened when I threw in my last words. “This was not how I imagined tonight going.”
“Really? I woke up knowing I would be sucking you off by the end of the night.”
“Devious,” he murmured and kissed me.
I sighed as our flavors mixed from our kissing. We remained tangled up in bed long enough for our bodies to crave more pleasure.
“I don’t want to lose my virginity in Goldie’s psychedelic room,” I told Clint. “I want to get naked in your bed with no worries. We should go home and play more.”
“I agree, but tonight isn’t the night for anything more than playing.”
Cupping his face, I frowned. “Why not?”
“You still haven’t gotten naked in front of me. Besides, I like taking things slowly. Every time we do something new, it feels like my first time, too.”
“Wait, are you not a virgin?” I teased and gently shoved him off me. “I guess I should have known. After all, you went down on me like a pro.”
“Thank you. I practiced on a peach.”
Rolling my eyes, I rested on my side, facing him. “You’re messing with me.”
“No,” Clint said, chuckling quietly. “Rowdy and I heard it was a good way to learn how to kiss and do other stuff. We were stupid preteens, sneaking booze from the house and practicing pussy eating with peaches. As dumb as you think that sounds, it was far dumber. Rowdy and I couldn’t stop laughing. We wasted so many fucking peaches that day.”
Laughing at his story, I was struck by how little I still knew about Clint. I couldn’t picture him as a teenager. Hell, I couldn’t even imagine him in the world whenever he left the condo. That was why I didn’t argue his point about waiting longer to pop my cherry.
After a bit more cuddling, we stripped the comforter from the bed and put it in the washer.
Outside, the party was still ongoing with a jam session and people dancing. I spotted Rock, Rowdy, and several other men, along with Sabrina, shooting hoops.
“Are you devirginized?” Elle asked me while stretched out in a lounger in the yard.
I settled next to her chair while Clint only smirked at his sister and walked over to Nine and Farley. “Somewhat, yes.”
Elle stroked my head. “Do you want booze to help you forget?”
I laughed at her expression and shook my head. “Some things should be remembered.”
Goldie joined me in the grass. “How gross is my room? Be honest. I can handle it.”
“We’re washing the comforter.”
“How’s the ceiling?” Elle asked, making Goldie laugh.
“It’s fine,” I said and then snorted. “I made sure to swallow.”
That comment won the applause I was hoping for from my new friends. As the foxes teased me about my sexual exploits, I watched Clint move from person to person around the backyard.
He could be a difficult man to read. His casual confidence hid his moods well. However, I promised myself that soon no secrets would exist between us.