Chapter 6
Bianca
As soon as the back door slides shut, Mr. Walker sets down his laptop and slides off the sofa. He kneels between my legs. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing, but all that comes out is a shocked sound when his tongue presses against me.
My eyes snap to the back door, the window that can see both in and out. I can only see a small section of the pool from here. What has my heart rate spiking is that I can easily see Drew and Mrs. Walker. They haven’t even gotten into the pool yet.
I should tell Mr. Walker to stop, to wait. But then his hands spread me open and the tip of his tongue flicks my clit. My eyes fall shut and my hips slide forward to give him as much access as possible.
Mr. Walker uses his elbows to press my thighs farther apart. I go a step further and lift my feet up onto the sofa, spreading them until my thighs pull with the stretch. He looks up at me with a satisfied glint.
His tongue moves lower, flexing, pointing, thrusting inside me. I’m already panting. I feel so desperate, so untethered. I glance outside and watch as Mrs. Walker lowers herself into the pool. The water is already choppy, so I must have missed Drew getting in.
They’re both in the pool. That thought has me relaxing a little. I lean my upper body back until my shoulder blades are pressed against the cushion of the sofa. This allows my thighs to fall open even more.
With a satisfied hum, Mr. Walker thrusts his tongue deeper. His hands slip beneath me, holding me tighter to his mouth.
Needy sounds fall from my lips as I reach down and grip the hair at the back of his head. My fingers clutch the thick strands. With a lusty moan, I arch my back and press him harder against my opening.
“Please,” I whisper. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”
My hips rock into his ministrations. My lips part as I pant and stare blindly up at the ceiling. I’m already so close. Teasing him has brought me to the edge.
When he pulls back slightly, I cry out. One more thrust and I would have been in heaven. Mr. Walker chuckles.
“That’s what you get for teasing me. You get a little of your own in return.”
I look down at him. “Please. I need it. Please make me come.”
“Oh, I will. With my mouth and my fingers and my cock.”
I shudder at his words. My hips jerk upward at the very thought of it. I want him to do all those things. With a wicked smile on his face, Mr. Walker leans forward again. I watch with bated breath as his lips get closer and closer.
When he presses a kiss to my clit, my body jerks at the sharp pleasure of it. I try to spread myself even further open, but it’s just not possible at this point. I’m as open as I’m going to get for him.
His tongue darts out, flicking my clit. The moan that escapes is definitely more of a whine. Digging my heels into the sofa, I lift myself to his mouth in hopes that he’ll give me more.
With a groan, Mr. Walker does just that. He flicks my clit harder, faster. With little grunts, I grip the back of his head tighter. I rock my hips forward again and again. When he lets me set the pace, I thrust against him faster and faster.
“Please,” I beg. “I just need…”
His tongue works harder, faster. I grunt as I lift to meet each one of his thrusts. When he hums, my eyes roll back. It’s so, so amazing.
A splash outside has me opening my eyes.
I completely lost track of time and space.
I pant as I try to pay attention to what’s going on in the pool.
Drew pulls himself out at the corner I can see, then he does a running jump back into the pool.
The loud splash is accompanied by water flying out of the pool and coating the cement, darkening a ring around the corner of the pool.
But I can’t concentrate on that. I need to look down. I need to see Mr. Walker on his knees between my legs. He’s looking up at me, so much satisfaction in his eyes as I grip the thick strands of his hair, as I whine and moan.
I hear something else outside, but I can’t pull my eyes away from watching his pointed tongue flick me over and over, faster and faster.
Grunting, I rock my hips forward, but I can’t catch his rhythm. I’m too close, too desperate. Then Mr. Walker swoops forward and sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” I shout as my body convulses.
Pleasure.
Ecstasy.
It’s perfect, and yet I greedily try to draw it out and make it last. I grind myself against Mr. Walker’s lips as he sucks hard. My body shakes. I keep crying out as wave after wave moves through me. He stays like that until it becomes too much, and I let him go as I slump back onto the sofa.
“Now it’s your turn on your knees,” he says as he stands.