Nineteen
River
I try to keep my walk casual and not so desperate, but the closer I get to the bathroom, the more I ditch the effort.
Bethany’s laughter echoes down the hallway and I take the opportunity of them already being distracted to lightly tap my index finger on the bathroom door.
Not even two seconds later, Summer is pulling the door open and tugging me in.
She leans her back against the now closed and locked door, and that damn sucker is still in her mouth for no other reason than to push me over the edge.
“It took you long enough.” Her voice is soft and aware enough to know our friends are close by.
I ignore her comment and lean back against the counter, arms crossed. “Thatcher, huh?”
“He’s cute, I guess.” She shrugs.
This girl is unbelievable and she doesn’t bother to be nonchalant about it.
“You guess?” I arch my eyebrow. “You were all over him.”
“I was.”
This has to be some sort of sick game that Summer is playing. There’s no way she’s naive about any of this, that’s just not Summer.
“Wasn’t it part of our deal that we’d let the other person know if we were interested in someone?” I inquire.
Summer hums. “I’m not interested in him.”
Well, thank god for small favors.
“But.” She taps the sucker against her bottom lip. My eyes are drawn to the movement. “I am, however, interested in what you would do about it if I was.”
Summer steps closer but instead of standing in front of me, she lifts herself up on the counter, crossing her ankles and slowly swirling her tongue around the stupid piece of candy.
“Why do you even have that in your mouth?” I finally ask.
I’ve seen her probably eat two suckers since I’ve known her.
There’s no reason for her to be this enthusiastic about the damn candy.
Watching her mouth makes me lose focus on what I should be telling her.
I’m supposed to tell her to get back to the living room, right?
Or maybe not. Oh, definitely not when she’s making a quiet slurping sound around the sucker.
I’ve officially decided that I can’t take it anymore.
“Give it to me.” I turn my whole body to face her, holding out my hand.
“No,” she’s quick to argue. “It’s mine.”
“Give. It. To. Me.”
I should know by the way she tries to hide her grin that whatever she had planned is absolutely working, but I need to put some goddamn distance between her and the fucking sucker because now I really want something else hitting her tongue.
“And if I don’t?” Summer challenges.
I’m already stepping closer and spreading her legs so I can stand between them. We’re now face to face, our noses brushing against each other.
“If you don’t give it to me, I’m going to make you choke on my dick instead of the fucking sucker.”
My words seem to startle her just as much as they do me because her eyes widen and that grin falls from her face. I think that I might’ve crossed a line, but then she chews on her bottom lip and says the words that unlock everything.
“You promise?” she asks.
I’ve always known it, but this just solidifies that Summer is going to be the death of me.
Instead of answering, I take the sucker from her hand and put it into my mouth instead. Without a falter in my movements, I tap her thigh. “Lift up.”
She does so without complaining or teasing or brattiness. And Jesus Christ, I think I might let this kind of power go to my head.
With both of my hands, I pull off her shorts and underwear in one swift movement.
I help her scoot back a little more on the counter so her back is resting against the mirror, and bend her legs at the knee so her bare feet are resting flat against the edge of the counter. Eventually, she’s spread out for me.
I’d love to drop to my knees and dip my tongue into her, but I have other plans for tonight.
I take the candy out of my mouth with a pop and begin to run it along her inner thighs. “So, you’re just going to let a guy touch you when you don’t even want it?” I point out. “Just to get a rise out of me?”
Summer chuckles breathlessly. “Yeah. Pretty much.”
I lightly brush my thumb over her clit, putting the sucker back into my mouth to wet it again.
Before my brain can even catch up to what I’m doing, I replace my thumb on her clit with the candy, lightly swirling it around.
Summer’s eyes widen and her body jerks forward like she wasn’t expecting me to do that.
Neither was I.
“Why’d you want to get a rise out of me, Summer?” I lean in and press the candy harder against her.
“Because…” Her breath shakes and intertwines with mine. “Because I like knowing you want me.”
Want her?
That’s an understatement. I need her. I crave her. If there’s a purpose for my existence at all, then it’d simply be to exist in Summer’s orbit. To please her. Make her happy. To give her whatever she wants.
I pull the candy away from her again and put it back into my mouth, this time groaning at the taste of her. The sweetness isn’t coming from any artificial sugar. It’s coming straight from her.
I don’t bring the candy back to her clit. Instead, I tap her bottom lip with it. Summer opens her mouth willingly and whines around it.
She mumbles against the sucker. “You said that I could have you in my mouth.”
It hasn’t happened yet, but I have imagined Summer sucking me off plenty of times before. In my bed and the shower. My hand wrapped tightly around my dick, desperately trying to picture anyone else but it always goes back to Summer.
“I did say that, didn’t I?” I hum against her jaw.
Summer quickly nods her head.
I press the candy against her mouth again. She immediately wraps her lips around it, putting on a show for me.
I kiss the side of her mouth, licking up the drool. “Since you have a newfound obsession with this piece of candy here, you’re going to fuck yourself with it while my dick is in your mouth, got it?”
Summer grinds her bare pussy against the front of my jeans, desperate. I pull away, earning a whine that shoots straight to my dick.
“Get on your knees.”
Summer does as she’s told, sitting on her knees so perfectly for me.
Her hair is a mess already and it’s only about to get worse from here.
I hand her the sucker and she rests it in her mouth while I undo my belt and jeans but before I can pull myself out, Summer takes it upon herself to reach for my zipper and pulls my aching dick free.
She runs her thumb over the tip and then decides to bring the sucker to my dick, coating the candy with pre-cum, before putting it back into her mouth, moaning.
My stomach clenches at the sight. She makes it look so good that I’m tempted to ask for a taste. But with our friends just down the hallway, I know we can’t take too long in here.
I gently pump myself a few times before tapping the corner of Summer’s mouth with my dick.
“Open.”
And she does. Goddamn it, Summer effortlessly takes me into her mouth while moving the sucker down between her legs. One of my hands slaps against the marble counter and I hold onto the edge. My other hand gathers what I can of Summer’s hair, gripping the strands into a fist.
Her mouth is warm, tight, and deliciously perfect in every way I didn’t know was possible.
“Fuck, Summer.” I keep my voice low, not needing anyone to interrupt us right now. I might start throwing hands if that happens.
Summer opens her mouth wider, taking me in deeper until I feel myself hit the back of her throat, almost sending me into the clouds. Her hands work between her thighs, one holding herself open and the other working the sucker steadily against her clit.
Great, now I’m going to have to frame the fucking candy and keep it as my own secret souvenir.
Summer lets me gently fuck the back of her throat, allowing me to take the reins and buck my hips. When she gags, I pull away, just for her to quickly take me back into her mouth, her tongue lapping around me.
Watching her fuck herself with a piece of candy as she’s taking my dick in her mouth is an experience I never thought I’d have, but here I am, loving every second of it.
I wrap both of my hands around her hair, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. As deep as she can take it. Summer looks up at me, teary-eyed and taking it so well for me.
Summer quickly pulls away, chest heaving. “Come in my mouth.”
I’d love nothing more than that but if I’m coming anywhere tonight, it’s going to be inside of her. I long for the feeling of her pussy wrapped around me while I come.
“Not tonight,” I whisper, pained and truthfully. We both seem disappointed about this. “You decided to pull this little stunt when everyone was around so as much as I’d love to come down your throat, Pretty Girl, I’m going to fuck you against this counter and you’re going to be quiet.”
I help pull Summer back onto her feet. My hand wraps around the nape of her neck to pull her closer when her whine immediately fills the small bathroom.
I let instinct take over and slap the outside of her thigh. “You’re not going to make noise, Summer.”
She nods frantically. “No noise, I promise.”
I drop the sucker into the trash can before turning Summer around. We’re now looking at each other through the mirror. I step closer, pressing her deeper into the counter. Resting my hands on her stomach, I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent.
“You really can be a brat, you know that?” Goosebumps form on her skin as my lips wander around her neck.
“This is just the tip of the iceberg.” Her laugh turns into a whimper when I nip at her exposed shoulder.
“I can’t lie and say that I wouldn’t love to see more but for now—” I lightly nudge her thighs apart with my knee and rest her palms flat against the counter. “You’re going to spread your legs, keep your hands here, and stay quiet. Otherwise, I’m not going to let you come.”
My finger slips between her legs and presses gently against her entrance, teasing at first before fully pressing in. I have to keep the groan rising in my throat from escaping, just from how effortlessly she takes another one of my fingers.