Page 32 of Spin The Bottle
She gives me a sideways glance. “What makes you think that?”
My eyebrows raise. “The way you’re terrified of it,” I say, grabbing it in my hand and give it a stroke. Her eyes widen, staring right at it, and she licks her lips. I don’t even know if she realizes she’s doing it. She watches as I lazily stroke my cock, and I let out a grunt when I see her lick her lips once more. “You don’t have to do anything if it’s intimidating for you. I could just make you come.”
“You’d do that?” she asks, glancing up at me with uncertainty.
I squint at her. “You mean eat your pussy until you come all over my tongue? Fuck yes.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I want to…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, just stares at my dick again.
“Leila,” I sigh. “I’m serious, you don’t have to—”
Oh. Fuck.
Her soft hand wraps around my shaft, shuffling closer to me and bringing her tongue to lap at the tip. “Shit,” I moan, feeling her wet, hot mouth wrap around me. Her tongue strokes the length of my cock before fitting it between those pretty lips of hers.
“Fuck,” she grunts with her mouth full of me. “I can’t take you all the way,” she says, slobbery as shit when she pulls her mouth off me. It’s easily the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
My knees buckle. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stay upright. My head is already shaking as she keeps stroking me. “You don’t have to.”
But she doesn’t listen, instead she tongues the tip again. “I want to try,” she says making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Just don’t push my head down.”
“I won’t.” She gives me no time to prepare. She stuffs me as far down her throat as she can, making me grunt at the feel of her hot wet mouth around my cock. Fuck, this is heaven. This right here.
When I die, I want this.
“Oh, fuck. Leila.”
She gags a little and pulls me out of her mouth, spit drooling down her chin. She takes a breath and looks up at me. “Don’t say my name,” she grunts, squeezing my dick. “The walls are thin, remember?”
Shit. Grayson and Rosie are in the next room over. I press my lips together when she takes me in her mouth again, twirling her tongue around the tip. Shit, I’m way too close.
I grab her hand and pull her off the floor. I’m naked in front of her, and she’s still wearing all her clothes. Too many clothes. I grip the hem of her dress, wanting to pull it off her body, wanting to see her, but she stops me.
“There’s no need for that,” she says.
I frown, my body feeling like a furnace. “I want to taste you.”
She smiles, patting my chest. “That’s nice.” Nice? “But I can assure you I’m good to go. Just fuck me,” she says, bringing her lips to mine in a hot kiss. My god, her lips feel so good against mine, soft and tender, her teeth grazing my bottom lip every once in a while.
“If only I knew this is what would get you to be nice to me,” I murmur, pulling back. “I would have done it sooner.”
She pushes me away, a slight smile on her face as she rolls her eyes. “God, you’re so full of yourself.”
I grip her waist, pulling her flush to me. “You could be full of me too.” Her breathing stops, catching in her throat as she licks her lips. “Get on my bed.”
She falls onto my mattress, lifting her dress to her hips, the black lace underwear on her smooth, tanned body making my mouth water. God damn. I want to taste her so bad.
I approach her, pull the underwear down her legs, throw it to the floor, and stare at the bare skin between her legs. Her pussy glistens with the evidence of her arousal. “Hmm.” I grip her thighs with my hands. “You little liar.” I want to lick her so bad. “You’re dripping, Leila.” She whimpers, making my dick twitch. “Not bone dry at all.”
She twists under me until her sweet ass is in my face, her knees bent as she lies on her stomach. “I want you from behind,” she tells me.
She’s trying to kill me. Seriously, someone check on my poor dick, it’s so painfully hard. I reach over to grab a condom from my dresser, roll it on and give it a slow stroke before bringing it to her entrance. She stills, sucking in a breath when she feels me. “Are you okay?” I ask her, rubbing her back with my hand, wishing it was her soft skin instead of the dress under my hands.
“I don’t need a pep talk,” she says, bumping her hips up and grazing my dick. I grunt, gripping her hips to keep her steady. “I need you to fuck me.”
I start to push in, slowly. Fuck, she’s so tight. Her head drops to the mattress, as she breathes out a moan. I keep pushing into her an inch at a time until she whimpers. “Is it in?” she asks, lifting her head, attempting to look behind her shoulder.
I knead my hand over her hips, staring at where I’m disappearing inside of her, the sight making me lightheaded. “Not all the way,” I tell her.
