Page 79 of The Last Kind of Kiss
Lila plops the block back on top, comes over and hauls me to my feet, then drags me down the hallway where the rest of our friends’ voices fade into white noise. Thankfully, we’re granted a whole closet space of privacy, and fuck, am I grateful to have it while my dick’s rubbing uncomfortably against the seam of my zipper.
Lila bites her lower lip, which I think is a well-disguised attempt at muffling her laughter. “Think you can last seven minutes?” she asks, looking up at me with the most irresistible bedroom eyes.
A chuckle spurts from my mouth. “With you? Doubtful.”
We’re standing outside of a closet that used to hold toiletries, sheets, and blankets, but that storage space has since been moved to the garage. So she’s pretty much dangling my release right in front of me.
That sexy lip bite transforms into an even sexier pout, and she runs her finger up and down my arm, feigning innocence while my heart jackhammers against my ribs. “I didn’t realize sitting on you would do so much damage.”
I groan, flexing my stomach to offset the unwelcome throbbing of my cock—which only grows angrier the longer I neglect it. “Anythingyou do has the capability to bring me to my knees. You do know that, right?”
“I do. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“Fuck, Lila. You’re?—”
This time, Lila comes close enough for my boner to press into her belly, and she takes my hands and guides them to thebottom of her ass. “I’mwhat?” she teases in a breathy whisper, letting me ruck up the hem of her dress.
I squish her butt between my fingers, threatening to bruise the skin. The fact that I’m fondling her assandmy dick’s getting a simultaneous house visit from her cunt is not going to fare well for the state of my pants.
“You’re…”Killing mewas going to be the end of that sentence, but that’s not what comes out. I don’t know how, but I get sucker-punched with a meager amount of strength, choosing to employ it before I lose my nerve.
“Closet. Now,” I growl, swinging the door all the way open as the hinges cry out from the unneeded force. I drag her giggling body into the dark cave like some treasure-hungry dragon, and the moment the door slams shut behind me, I lock it. I flick the light switch on, watch the naked bulb above us sizzle to life, and pay my gratitude that it’s somewhat clean in here.
Lila now has a front row seat to the not-so-little problem swelling in my pants, complete with enough light to impair a blind person. “Have anything you want to ask me?” she inquires, gesturing to my hard-on.
I shake my head, trying to keep my movement limited. “Nope. Nothing at all. Now come here, let me?—”
She ignores me—as usual—and starts to clamber to her knees, pulling the hem of her dress down to act as a cushion against the spring-loaded boards.
“What the hell are you doing?” I exclaim, slamming my back against the shelving unit like she’s got some kind of infectious disease.
Apparently, that wasn’t the right move because Lila glares at me with rage blistering in the fiery pits of her eyes. “I’m going to suck my boyfriend’s cock. What does itlooklike I’m doing?”
“Lils, I was going to spend seven minutes pleasuringyou.”
“You can spend the rest of the night pleasuring me, Bristol. But right now, I’m going to throat-fuck your giant dick until you fill my mouth with cum. Unless you’d rather just rub one out yourself?”
Oh, fuck. Is this some kind of trick question? This…this can’t possibly be real life right now.
Lila slowly begins to lower my pants, and I feel an immediate rush of relief breeze through my body like a bullet in play. My red-hued dick swings out to whack against my stomach, and the head already shines with a pearlescent bead of pre-cum, my balls heavy with an ache that refuses to subside. The faintest, most delicate touch surfs over the dominant vein lining my length, and it feels like she’s just set off a million little pressure points with an expertly placed finger. A groan cut with impatience huffs out of me, my cock giving an obedient twitch.
“Set a timer,” she demands, wetting her thumb with her tongue before she drags it over my leaking slit, smearing my spend around. She marks her territory with an exploration of each sensitive vein, taunting me with the heat from her hand that I so desperately crave. I’m glad there’s a wall behind me, otherwise my knees would have already given out.
I struggle to fish for my phone—which has fallen to the floor after Lila’s display of dominance—and I unlock it with butterfingers, all while she experiments with squeezing the base and wringing pressure upwards. My brain’s on autopilot right now. I’m not thinking about anything other than the goddess on her knees before me, gifting me a taste of her own heavenly world. My body jolts forward and a louder, more embarrassing moan fills the compact closet, reverberating through the space and giving Lila one hell of an ego boost.
“Do you like the feel of my hand on your cock, Bristol? Do you like when I rub it?” she purrs, demonstrating the motion with another distribution of pressure that showers my nerve endings in a storm of pleasure-pain tingles.
I throw my head back, negotiating—with very little willpower—for the cramp in my stomach to egress. “I fucking love when you touch me, angel.”
“Do you like when I touch you…here?” Her hand waltzes to the heft of my balls, where she massages them in her palm, rolling her thumb languidly over the creased skin.
I rut my hips into her—already praying for a scrap of mercy—and heat tightens around my neck like a noose, whitening the edges of my star-spotted vision. “Yes…”
Her fingers brush through my trimmed thatch of pubic hair, revisiting my distended cock that’s now unashamedly oozing pre-cum onto the floor, starving for the wet and lecherous lap of her tongue.
“Timer,” she sing-songs.
Fuck. Right. The second I blink open my eyes, my vision’s slow to adjust, and the pixelated screen is projected in this incorporeal blur that makes it hard for me to navigate to the clock app on my phone. I’m scrambling at this point, and my mild panic shapeshifts into a high-level panic when Lila bunches up the hem of my shirt and kisses the plane of my stomach.
