Chapter Sixteen #3
I stood completely still, finally understanding his confusing behavior. He still hated me, even though he'd made out that he'd let it all go. I couldn't quite understand, not without knowing where he was and what he’d been doing when he went missing, but it was clear that we would never work.
“I don't know what to say,” I eventually muttered. “At least I know the obsession isn't just one-sided.”
He came forward, his step calculated, but not forceful. I resigned myself to whatever was about to happen. How could we confess something like that with no follow up?
“I know I said it in the woods,” he said, “I really can't give you what you want. However, I've been fantasizing about being on my knees with your leg hooked over my shoulder.”
My pussy flooded and I sucked in a breath. “And…?”
“And,” he went on, stepping closer. “You’re holding onto the table behind you, gripping it tight as my tongue fucks your sweet pussy.”
A pathetic squeak of desire whistled from my throat and my knees knocked together, weak from his words.
“One of your hands reaches for my hair, gripping it and trapping my mouth against your wet pussy, almost stifling the air from my nose.”
I went limp as his arm came around my waist and hoisted me, moving me so that I was in front of a table. Placing me back on the floor, he unzipped my jeans and tugged them down my legs, lifting each foot so he could peel them off.
“You buck against me, riding my face,” he went on, his voice so gruff, he had to clear his throat, “Until you cum, squirting into my mouth.”
My pussy pulsed, my whole body on fire. Wow, if his words turned me on this much, he'd have me howling within seconds.
Taking my hands, he pushed them backwards, curling my fingers around the tabletop before dropping to his knees. His grunt drew my attention and I looked down, biting my lip when he pressed his face into my crotch, sniffing my scent through my panties.
“We're crazy,” I muttered, staring into his eyes when he looked up at me.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening as he pushed my legs apart. “You drive me fucking crazy. Your pussy is addictive and my tongue needs to make you squirm.”
My mouth fell open as he flicked his tongue out, running the length of my slit over the material covering me. The heat of his breath blasted me and my head fell back.
“Good girl,” he muttered, pulling away and tugging my panties halfway down my hips.
Coming back again, he slipped his tongue into the top of my exposed crease, his tongue hitting my clit and swirling. I held onto the table as the tingles started and my legs shook. He held my butt-cheeks tight, digging his fingers in roughly and holding me to him.
My breath grew faster as he flicked his tongue up and down, pausing to pull my panties down my legs, quickly discarding them.
“Someone could come in,” I said, holding his chin.
He smirked. “Let them. They’ll see how beautiful you look screaming my name.”
My resolve evaporated as he leaned forward, lifted my leg and placed my knee over his shoulder. He held my hips tight, helping me to keep balance, and pressed his mouth to my pussy, licking and flicking before plunging his tongue in as far as he could.
I gasped, my head falling back again as he fucked me with his tongue. He released one hip to slip a hand between us and flick my clit, around and around until the tingles started. He ate me… really ate me… and my hips grinded on his face, seeking the pleasure that only he could give.
“That’s it,” he muttered against me, “be a good girl and fuck my face.”
A shudder rocked me and I barely held on as he swirled his tongue around my entrance and slid his thumb over my clit, up and down, so fast, my head spun. The tingles rose in power, and I breathed heavily, holding onto his hair and forcing him to suck me.
Something thick touched my pussy, pressing inside and stretching me wide. My muscles went weak and I stiffened as my orgasm peeked and the sweet vibrations spread throughout my body. Whatever was inside me kept moving in and out, only adding to the intensity.
“That’s it,” Moth said, his voice thick, “cum all over my hand.”
His thumb still worked my clit and the second orgasm rose within me, bursting so harshly, I almost fell over. He held me steady as I bit my lip hard, stifling a scream that tried to escape. Taking his hand out of me, he clamped his mouth over my pussy, his tongue still.
I heaved in a breath as the pleasure died down and my whole body went weak.
“Shit.” I panted, holding his head as he pulled away and looked up at me.
My mouth dropped open when he winked at me, his wet face catching the light from the UV. Oh god, he had made me squirt all over his face, just like he promised.
“That was delicious,” he murmured, his voice deep as he stood and wiped his face with his sleeve. “Now we better go and talk to the guys about your plan.”
As he waited for me to compose myself, I smiled despite the shit show. There was something about Moth that I’d just learned… he was great at cunnilingus, and if I died in the next few days, I would die happy.