Chapter 34 – Waylon #2
My dick was so fucking on board with all of this shit. I swear I’d been in a constant state of arousal since that night. “Can I do it again?”
“Please.”
Smiling down at her, I stroked a hand down her taut belly and that insane six-pack. My fingers stopped at the button of her jeans. “Over the jeans or under, baby?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide on mine. “U-under.”
“Good girl.” The praise slipped out before I could catch it, and her thighs twitched against my forearm like the words had landed somewhere deep. I filed that away too.
I popped the button on her jeans with one hand and dragged the zipper down slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her breath was coming in these shallow little pulls, chest going up and down too fast, and her nipples were still wet and shining from my mouth, and fuck — I almost got distracted.
“Lift for me, Flash.”
She planted her feet on the cushion and pushed her hips up.
I worked the denim down her thighs, over her knees, and off her ankles.
Tossed them somewhere on the floor with my shirt.
She was left in nothing but a pair of plain white cotton panties, soft-looking, and there was a wet spot already darkening the cotton between her legs, and Christ, the sight of it nearly fucking ended me.
“Look at you.” My voice was wrecked and barely mine. I ran my palm up the inside of her thigh, slowly, watching the muscle jump under my hand. “All wet for me already. We’ve barely gotten started, Flash.”
Her hands flew up to cover her face, and this time, I let her.
Let her have that second to breathe while I worked my mouth back down her body.
I sucked a kiss into the dip beneath her ribs.
Another into the soft spot beside her navel.
Mapped the cut of her hip with my tongue until she was squirming under me, one hand still over her eyes, the other back in my hair.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
She made a small wounded sound, but her knees fell open, just a little, just enough.
I pushed my palm against the inside of one thigh and lifted one leg over the back of the couch.
The other foot I guided down to the floor, opening her up wide for me, and the noise that scraped out of my throat when I saw her like that — spread, soaked through the cotton, thighs trembling — wasn’t a sound I’d made before in my life.
“Christ, Flash.” I dragged my knuckles up the damp seam of her panties, and she jerked against my hand. “Look how wet you are. This all for me?”
She nodded behind her hands, a tiny, frantic nod.
“Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you.”
“Yes.” It came out shaky. “Yes, Waylon.”
I rubbed two fingers slowly over the soaked cotton, pressing just enough to feel the give of her, and her hips chased my hand like she couldn’t help it. “So fucking good for me.”
I hooked my finger into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down slow, slower than I needed to, just to torture us both.
She lifted for me without being asked this time, and I pulled the cotton down her thighs and over her knees.
Once off, I dropped them on top of her jeans somewhere I’d never find again and didn’t fucking care.
And then she was bare, all of her, spread open with one leg up over the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor, and the pretty brown and pink of her cunt slick and swollen and gleaming wet in the lamplight.
I had to drop my forehead against the inside of her thigh for a second because I genuinely thought I might come in my fucking sweats like a teenager.
“Waylon?” Her voice was small and wobbly. “Are you — ”
“M’fine.” I huffed a laugh against her skin. Pressed a kiss there, high up where her thigh met the crease of her hip. “Just need a second, baby. You’re fucking killing me.”
I smoothed a hand over her pussy, grazing her clit deliberately, then down to her slick center and dipped just the tip of my middle finger inside.
She was so fucking tight, even just that shallow press of my finger had her clenching around me, hot and slick, and her whole body jolted up off the couch like I’d hit a live wire.
“Oh — oh fuck — ”
“Yeah.” I pushed in a little deeper, slow, watching her face. Watching the way her mouth fell open and her eyebrows pulled together like she didn’t know whether to chase it or run from it. “Just like that, baby. Let me in.”
She was so wet that my finger slid in to the knuckle without resistance, her pussy fluttering around me.
She’d been close since the second I kissed her.
I slowly pulled out and pushed back in, learning her from the inside while my thumb found her clit.
I circled it once, light, and she gasped.
A second time, pressing harder, and her hips began to buck.
I kept that steady pressure, that slow rhythm, until her whole body went taut, and she shattered.
Her back bowed up off the cushion, thighs clamping tight around my forearm as a broken, surprised sound tore from her throat.
“Oh — oh God, Waylon, oh God — ”
“Fuck, baby.” I worked her through it, slow drag in and out, thumb still moving gently on her clit, and watched her come undone for me like it was the only thing in the world worth looking at. “That’s it. That’s it, Flash. Just like that. Let me have it.”
I lifted her leg and placed it on my shoulder to open her up even more for me.
Her hips were jerking, a little uncoordinated, fucking the air, fucking my hand, and I pressed my forearm down across her hip to hold her steady because if I didn’t, I was gonna lose my goddamn mind.
Her cunt kept squeezing around my finger in these hot little pulses, and I could feel her getting wetter, slick running down the inside of her thigh, soaking into the couch cushion underneath her, and I didn’t even care.
She slumped back against the cushions, panting, one hand still clamped on my wrist like she was afraid I’d move it. I didn’t. I just kept my finger inside her, still, letting her clench down on me until the aftershocks slowed and her breathing evened out a little.
“Christ.” Her voice was wrecked and tiny. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah?” I lifted my head off her thigh, grinning up at her with what I knew was a dumb, punch-drunk look on my face.
Couldn’t help it. Her thighs were still trembling against my shoulders, and her cunt was still giving these little aftershock squeezes around my finger, and she was looking at me like I’d hung the goddamn moon.
“That was one, Flash.”
Her eyes blinked open, hazy. “One?”
“Mm-hmm.” I slowly pulled my finger out of her, watched her hiss at the drag, and brought it up to my mouth.
Sucked her off my knuckle clean while she watched, her lips parting around a tiny shocked sound.
Fuck. She tasted like the dream I’d been thinking about for two weeks straight.
“Plan on a lot more than one tonight, baby.”
“Waylon — ”
“Shh.” I dropped back down between her thighs and dragged my tongue flat up the length of her cunt, slow, entrance to her clit, tasting every inch of her, and she nearly came off the couch.
“Oh fuck — oh fuck, Waylon — ”
Her hand flew back into my hair, fisted hard, and I groaned against her because the sting at my scalp went straight to my dick.
She tried to close her thighs on instinct, a reflex, but my shoulders were already wedged between them, so all she managed to do was squeeze me tighter and hold me right where I wanted to fucking be anyway.
“Easy, baby.” I dropped a kiss high on the inside of her thigh, then another, lower, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark she’d find later. “Let me have you. Just like this.”
“It’s too much, it’s — ”
“Is it?” I pressed another kiss to her thigh, soothing, even as I dragged the flat of my tongue back up through her slit. “I think you can take it. Look at me, Flash.”
Her head lifted off the cushion, eyes glassy and wet at the corners, lip caught between her teeth so hard I thought she might draw blood. I reached up with my free hand and tugged it loose with my thumb.
“Don’t hide from me. I want your eyes on mine when you fall apart.”
“Oh my God — ”
“Yeah.” I dipped my head and sealed my mouth over her clit, soft, just a slow suck, and her whole body bucked up against my face.
I groaned into her — couldn’t help it — because she tasted like fucking heaven and her thighs were shaking around my ears and the hand in my hair was pulling hard enough I felt it down my spine.
I licked into her slow, dragged the flat of my tongue from where my finger had been right back up to her clit, and she sobbed.
Actually fucking sobbed, a broken little hiccup of a sound, and her thighs clamped tighter around my head like she didn’t know if she wanted to push me away or grind down harder.
“That’s it, baby,” I mumbled into her cunt. I didn’t even lift my head and just kept working her with my tongue. Slow circles. Long flat drags. Tiny flicks right at the tip of her clit that made her hips jerk every single time. “Fuck, you taste good.”
I slid my hand back up the inside of her thigh and pushed two fingers into her this time, slow, working them in past that first tight clench, and she keened against my mouth.
Her cunt was so wet they slid right in, gripping me, fluttering around my knuckles like she was already trying to pull me deeper.
“Christ, baby.” I lifted my head just long enough to watch them disappear inside her, the slick mess of her glistening on my fingers, smeared across her thighs, on my chin. It was filthy and beautiful. “Look at you taking my fingers. So fucking pretty.”
Her head fell back against the cushion with a thump, and her hips rolled down on my hand, instinctive, chasing. I curled my fingers up inside her and pressed.
And then she went rigid and shook, and the sound she made was almost surprised.