Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
Walker
“If you know me so well, then you’d be feeding me your pussy right now.”
I watched my words register across her face as I held her cheeks between my hands, my lips already close to hers.
“Are you going to give me your pussy, Alivia? Or would you rather have dessert?” An idea came to me as the microwave dinged. “Or would you like to have both?”
Her tongue came out, licking across her bottom lip. “How would both work?”
I chuckled as I released her, and I went over to the microwave, taking out the glass dish from inside.
Alivia had left some extra graham crackers on the counter.
I assumed she wanted to use those for scooping since the dessert seemed more like a dip.
I took the spare graham crackers and the dish and returned to the side of the island that I’d placed her on.
“It smells so good,” she said softly.
I broke off a piece of the graham cracker, and I used it as a spoon, gathering a clump of marshmallow and chocolate and the pieces of graham cracker she’d placed on the bottom that the heat had softened. I blew on the mixture, cooling it down some, before I held it in front of her.
“Both look like this …”
She went to take a bite, but as she leaned forward, I moved my hand back.
She stuck her tongue out at me. “You’re mean.”
“You’re not going to be saying that in a second.” She was dressed in one of my T-shirts, so I pulled down the side of the collar and spread the dessert over her neck. “This bite wasn’t for you. It’s for me.”
She moaned when my mouth landed on her. “I’m going to be a sticky mess, but, damn, this is sexy as fuck.”
“Then I’ll just have to put you back in the shower.
” I licked off the marshmallow, the chocolate, the tiny pieces of graham cracker that had broken against her skin.
“You’re right, what you made is delicious.
But I think it’ll taste even better down here.
” My hand was on the inside of her leg, and I tapped my fingers, so she knew just where I was talking about.
“You’re so naughty.”
I pulled my face out and smiled. “Just wait until I put some on your cunt.”
Her mouth dropped open as I bent down to the base of the counter, swirling my finger into the dip and using it as a knife as I dragged it over her thigh.
“Ooh.”
My tongue followed, using it to scrub off the white fluff and chocolate and what felt like the texture of sand. Every time my thumb went back in, collecting more, I got closer to her pussy.
Inch by inch.
Lick by lick.
“Walker …”
She was in my hair, tugging. Twisting. Each yank, timed up with my movements, was getting harder.
That was because I was nearing her clit.
Her shorts were nothing but a distraction. I slid them down her hips and dropped them on the floor. And with my thumb covered in the sweet blend, I painted her clit.
“Oh. My. God.” Her gaze was fucking feral.
“And I’m the foodie?” I smirked.
“Shut up and eat me.”
I moaned. I moaned so fucking loud that I almost came.
And I knew the sound vibrated against her because my tongue was on her clit. Each lap removed a little more of the dessert, and it built her higher, getting her closer to exploding.
“Fuuuck,” she cried as I added more and ate her even faster.
I could never get enough of her pussy. I constantly craved it. But this? This was unlike anything I’d ever tasted, especially because I was combining my two favorite things.
I knew what it would take to get her to come, and I knew she was almost there.
Her clit was getting hard, her nails were stabbing into my head, her groaning was filling my fucking ears.
So, I added one last swipe of dessert, pausing just long enough to rub it in with my tongue, and then I gave her all my speed and all my goddamn power.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yesss!”
I waited until her shudders calmed, until I was positive she was on her way down before I slowed. And when she turned sensitive, her thighs tensing, her nails lifting but squeezing my strands, I kissed my way around her clit and gradually moved up her body, taking her T-shirt off at the same time.
“God, I’ll never get over your tongue.”
“You don’t have to. It’s yours forever.” My lips hovered over her nipple. “This needs some chocolate.” Still using my thumb, I smeared a generous portion across the hardened peak. Once it was covered, I surrounded it with my lips.
“Ohhh.”
She was quivering. Her nails were back, piercing the top of my head. Her legs had circled around me, and with the way she was positioned at the edge of the counter, she was rocking her pussy against my crown.
“You want this dick, don’t you?” I moved to her other nipple, coating it with the messy combo before grazing my teeth over it. I didn’t just bite. I tugged. I sucked. I flicked my tongue around the base and across the tip.
The sensation made her back arch.
It made her shout, “Yes! I want you!”
“And I fucking want you.” Even if I had this aching desire to pour the rest of the dish onto her body and eat it off her, I couldn’t. My need to sink into her pussy was far stronger, my hard-on willing to do absolutely anything at this point to have her.
I stepped out of my shorts, which was all the clothing I had on, and I gave my cock a few pumps before lining it up with her pussy.
“Fuck me,” I hissed when I was instantly met with her wetness.
She leaned up on the counter, gaining me more access, tilting back some so I had a direct angle to thrust in. “Wait until you feel how wet I am.”
“I just did,” I growled.
“But you’re not even inside me yet.”
My forehead pressed onto hers. “You’re telling me you’re even wetter than what I’m feeling right now?” I stroked in and immediately moaned. “Fuck … you are.”
I stayed still for only a second, letting her warmth swallow me, her fucking tightness take ahold of me—two things I would never get used to. And when I couldn’t wait any longer, when the urge was so strong that it reared back my hips, I drove into her.
“Argh, God, yes.”
But because I knew my girl, I knew she didn’t want soft. I knew she didn’t want sweet.
She wanted hard, fast, deep, agonizing pumps that sent her straight to an orgasm.
So, that was what I gave her.
Her teeth met my shoulder, bearing down like her nails, and she screamed into my skin. “Walker!”
I didn’t have to put my thumb on her clit. The way it was leaning against the short hairs above my dick, along with the way I was slamming into her, was all the friction she needed.
Damn it, she felt good.
She narrowed the more I was inside her. Her wetness thickened. And when I felt her start to climb, I grabbed the sides of her face, and I meshed our lips together. I slowed down.
The way she immediately winced told me how my change in movement affected her, the lowering of speed like goddamn torture.
That was what I wanted.
I wanted her so fucking worked up that she would do anything to come.
“What are you doing to me?” she panted.
“Not letting you come.”
She bit my lip, releasing it to sing, “Whhhy?”
“Because I can.”
She kissed me. Hard. “Please, Walker. I need it.”
I twisted my hips, aiming toward her G-spot, and once my tip tapped it, she shouted, “Fuck!”
I did it again, grinding into her pussy, bucking against her, and every time I pulled out, she rocked forward, so we were meeting in the middle.
But it was so fucking intense that it was drawing out my orgasm too.
I couldn’t have that.
Not yet.
While staying inside her, I lifted her off the counter and carried her into the dining room, sitting on one of the armless chairs. With her legs straddling me, her arms resting on my shoulders, her wet hair blanketed around us, I ravaged her lips.
I wanted them red.
I wanted them raw.
And I wanted her gasping when I pulled away.
Which she was.
“Ride me.” I flicked her nipple with my teeth. “Make us both come.”
She moved slowly at first, going as high as my tip before lowering to my base, taking all of me with each stroke.
Her head tilted back, and she shivered. “Thisss feels incredible.” As she found her rhythm, she began to swing her body forward and back, and it was that seesaw motion that was bringing us both to the edge.
“Shit!” She swallowed. “I don’t think I can hold back for much longer. ”
“You don’t need to.”
My hands didn’t stay frozen on her waist. They wandered her curves, taking in the softness of her skin and the spots on her body that would only add to her pleasure, like that forbidden hole in the back. I rimmed it with my finger, dipping inside once I’d collected enough wetness.
I wasn’t more than an inch into her ass when I heard, “I’m! Going! To! Come!”
I felt it before I saw it.
The stillness that took over.
The wetness that filled her cunt.
The way she was contracting around me.
“Ahhh!” she shouted.
Before the shudders completely dominated her body, I gave her several quick, hard thrusts.
It was those strokes that set off the tingles in my balls, that sent my orgasm rippling through me, the cum shooting from my cock. “Alivia!” Her name blasted from my lips. “Fuck!”
She locked our mouths together, moaning into mine, and when I separated us, I roared, “You’re fucking milking me.” Because each time I punched my cock upward, burying myself in her, her pussy clenched me tighter, draining the cum out of me.
Our shudders quieted, and fully empty, I kissed her again.
This time slow. Soft. And as sweet as I knew how while I gently pulled my finger out of her ass.
“Mmm, Walker. I liked that.” She slid through my hair as though she was soothing what she’d been trying to rip out.
“I knew you would.”
She nuzzled her nose into mine and then put some distance between our faces. “I had no idea making such a simple dessert would turn into this.”
“I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t make homemade ice cream.”
She stared at me silently for a moment, her blue eyes so fucking bright. “Why do you say that?”
“Because cold on your pussy will feel much different than hot.”
As she laughed, I leaned into her neck, the flavor of the chocolate still present on her skin. “I do have some in the freezer if you want to try it.”
She gasped, “Now?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God.” She pounded my chest with her fist. “You’re insatiable.”
“Baby, so are you.”