Page 26 of False Start
“I’ve been thinking about something.”
Weston cocked his head, waiting for me to continue.
“I want to say thank you for tonight, and I believe there’s an IOU owing. Lie back.”
Without further instruction, he shuffled around and stretched out, hooking an arm behind his head as he watched me through heavy lids.
“You don’t owe me anything, for the record.”
“I do. But I also really, really want to.” I slid to my knees beside his chair and reached for the waistband on his jeans,opening them with quick fingers to free his growing erection. I licked my lips at the sight, already keen for the taste of him on my tongue as he growled low in his throat.
“You look hungry, princess. What do you want?”
“This.” I ran my fist up and over his length, squeezing at the tip before I angled it toward my lips.
“Fuck yes,” he growled as I flattened my tongue and ran it over his head, savoring the bitter taste of pre-cum before I took him to the back of my throat, experimenting with depth and humming as his excitement warmed my own blood. He speared a hand through my hair, keeping his view clear as I worked over him enthusiastically.
“You take me so well, princess. This mouth was made for me. Can you squeeze a little tighter?” I followed the instruction, tightening my fist at the base of his cock and was rewarded with a filthy groan that went straight to my clit. Unable to stand the ache, I slid a hand into my pantiesas Weston’s sounds grew more urgent.
“Are you touching yourself? Don’t come yet, I want to watch you fuck yourself to orgasm after you swallow me down. Can you wait for me?”
I whimpered, nodding as I tried to slow down. I wanted to be good for him.
“Baby, I’m not going to last much longer. You feel so fucking good, are you ready for me to finish?”
A shiver ran through me, and I took him as deep as I could, twisting my saliva-covered fist at his base as his entire body tightened.
“Fuck, yes princess,” he barked as I swallowed fast against the flood of cum pouring down my throat.
“Such a good girl. Take all of me.” He stroked my hair, my throat, all the while cooing words of affection that turned me into a puddle of need. When the last shudder left his body, heturned dark eyes on me. “Take off your skirt and panties, and lie back on your chair.”
I followed his direction, ignoring the embarrassingly wet fabric I slid down my legs.
“Put your feet on the edge of the chair.” The move exposed me completely, and I flinched as the night breeze brushed against my heated core. Weston pushed out of his chair, tucking himself away as he moved to perch on the end of my lounger.
“God, I almost forgot how pretty your pussy is. Will you give it a stroke?” I could barely breathe, so caught up in his dirty spell that I would have done anything he asked. Not because I was being coerced, but because I wanted it as fiercely as he did. The whole experience was freeing in a way I couldn’t describe. My fingers slid easily through my folds, coming away soaking wet as Weston hummed his approval.
“How did that feel, princess? Want to do it again? Or do you need to be filled?”
I moaned, imagining him driving into me hard and fast. I wanted him to own me.
“You’d better fuck yourself with your fingers then, hmm?”
I whimpered, sliding two fingers into my pussy and pumping hard as I circled my clit with my thumb. The wet squelch of my fingers pushing into my body was obscene, and I squirmed against my palm feeling too much and not enough. I added a third finger, curling them inside me as I lifted my hips, chasing the sensation with Weston’s filthy words filling my head.
“You’re such a good girl, I want you to come all over your fingers. Imagine it’s my cock fucking you so deep and hard. I can’t wait to taste you again. Come now for me so I can lick you clean.”
A scream tore from my throat, and my body trembled against the onslaught of sensation as sparks danced in my vision.
“Such a good girl,” he muttered, leaning forward to brush the hair from my face. As my breathing slowed, he took my hand in a gentle grip and sucked my drenched fingers into his mouth. He hummed around the digits as his wicked tongue lapped up every drop of my release.
“Fucking addictive. God, I missed your taste.”
He reached down beside him and retrieved my skirt and panties, sliding them over my legs until I was once again covered. The wet fabric was cool and a little uncomfortable, but the kiss he pressed to my lips stole my attention.
“Will you stay the night?”
I wanted to say yes, but as the sweat cooled on my forehead, I realized that we had shared orgasms in a backyard next door to friends we had just had a meal with. There was every chance they’d just heard me come so hard I saw stars and staying the night meant I’d have to see them in the morning.
