Page 67 of Good Vibes Only
He greedily sucked, switching from left to right and back again, until my nipples began to ache with a stinging sweetness. When I grew too sensitive, I mewled and shrieked and tried to wiggle away from him—but Brett wouldn’t have it.
“No,” he growled. He wasn’t done with me. He pinned me down, holding my arms above my head, so he could keep sucking.
“Yes,” I moaned, a sweltering fire raging between my legs. Ilovedit when he took what he wanted.
Brett sucked and pulled at my pink buds until a funny thing happened: I shot past the point of being sensitive anymore, and the aching in my nips turned to an almost overwhelming pleasure instead. A tension began to tighten in my tummy, and the longer and harder Brett sucked, the further up my core that tension flowed, as if he were drawing it higher with his mouth.
“Yes. Yes. Oh my God.” Moaning, I grabbed the back of his head and buried his face deeper in my bosom. Brett didn’t let up; he sucked, long and hard, pulling a wave of bliss right through me and into his mouth.
“Ah, God, Brett!” I screamed, my body trembling as one mini-wave of climax after another rapidly crested.
Holy shit!
When it was over, I grew more sensitive than ever—but this time, Brett backed off to let me recover.
“Oh my God,” I laughed, burying my face in my hands. “That was unreal.”
He sat up on his haunches and cocked his head at me. “What wasthat?” he asked curiously, wearing a cute smile on his handsome face.
I was almost too embarrassed to say.
“I believe that was …” I began to murmur, my voice muffled in my hands, “… a nipple orgasm.”
“Anipple orgasm?” he asked, understandably bewildered. “That exists? That’s a thing?”
I nodded. “For a lucky few … yes.”
“Is it because of your piercings?” he asked, still looking mindblown.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had one before. I’ve heard they were possible, but I never thoughtI’dhave one.”
“Huh.” Hearing that, he rocked his head and had a confident swagger about him—more than normal, that is. “If I can make you come just by sucking your titties, then you’ll really love what I do next.”
“And what exactly are you going to do next?” I asked seductively.
“This.”
Brett reached between my legs and pressed two fingers against my crotch. I let out a deep sigh and melted, his touch against my pussy at long last.
“Yes,”I whimpered, my whole body going weak.
“I can feel your heat, McKayla,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re soaking wet.”
I nodded. “I want you so bad, Brett.”
Playing with me through my jeans, he gently stroked my clit with the tips of his fingers, withjustthe right amount of pressure—not too much and not too little, either. A lot of guys seemed clumsy with their hands, especially with a layer of clothing shielding the goods, but Brett wasdamnedgood with his. If this was any hint of the pleasure to come, I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his mouth.
Brett, apparently, was thinking along the same lines, because I felt the waist button of my jeans pop open a moment later. He looked up at me, his eyes crinkling with a smile, as he lowered himself to the floor between my legs. There, he grabbed hold of my jeans and pulled.
“Wow,” he whispered as he peeled my jeans off me. “You’re so beautiful, McKayla.”
He set my jeans aside. With a happy coo, I sank deeper into the couch. I’d never felt a man worship my body like Brett as he laid a trail of kisses up my ankle, up my calf, and up my thigh. My insides twisted with anticipation, needing him, wanting him …
“I like your panties,” he said. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my thong and pulled it off my hips. He cast my panties aside, and they joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor.
Nibbling his way up my inner thighs, Brett inched ever closer, always casting furtive glances at what he desired between my legs. At last Brett neared, hooked his hands under my knees, and spread me open. I was totally bare for him.
“Mmm,” he said, wetting his lips. “Your pussy’s so pretty.”
