Page 53 of Dirty Roulette
“Lay down, I’m not done with you.” I pull at her ankles again and go back down to her sweet opening and make sure to suck on her tender bud. She is fucking my face again, grabbing a handful of my hair and thrusting onto my tongue. Her thighs squeeze my face and her breaths are uneven as she whimpers, shutting her eyes tight, and releases a soft sweet moan. Her legs tremble, and she explodes in my mouth.
When I know she’s satisfied, I pull away and lay a few kisses on her belly, tracing my lips back up to her neck and face. I plunge my tongue back into her mouth, letting her taste herself.
Pressing my chest on hers, she still grinds against my hard-on. Her wet opening taunts the tip of my dick. “God, I want to,” I admit. “I want to so badly.”
“You do?” Her eyes scan me.
“Yeah, but I’m not ready.” I peck her on the lips, brushing her hair away from her face, and kiss her again. “Are you okay with me coming in your mouth, I’m sorry I didn’t think to ask.”
“Umm...”
“If you don’t want to do something, tell me.”
“I don’t mind. It didn’t taste like anything.”
Checking the time on the clock, it’s a couple of minutes past eight. “I need to get ready.” I run a hand along her neck, her lips dragging me back in. “You feel good now?”
“Yeah...”
I snag her ruined panties bundled up by my pillow and place them into her palm with a smile. “What classes do you have?”
“It’s Wednesday. I have algebra at ten, then French at one, and some Earth science.”
“Let me see what you are working on, yeah?”
“I have it in my bag. But are you free after practice tonight?” Her fingers carve down the crease of my back pushing me into her wet opening. The tip of my dick aches for more.
“I’ll be working closing shifts for the rest of the week, but when I’m off, are you gonna come visit me?”
“I dunno. Maybe.”
My hard-on rubs along her clit and I whisper, “Are you playing hard to get?” I dip my lips back to her neck, kissing her.
“I guess we can call it that.” She grins.
“Damn, bro...” Nick hollers outside the door. “Finally, ya’ll done fighting and fucking or what? Ya loud as hell...”
Payton covers her mouth and whispers. “Am I really?” Her cheeks burn red.
“Not even close.” She’s not loud at all, and I find it even sexier, her orgasm is all in her face, and the way she’s looking at me. “He’s probably mad about you banging on the front door.” I run my palm through her silky hair and kiss her on the lips. “He’ll get over it. Let’s work on your math skills.”
“Okay,” she smiles as I get up off the bed.
***
Before I made my way to the main campus, I drove Payton and I to a local coffee shop and let her order the stupidest fancy concoction she could come up with. Something about sweet foam, drizzle, vanilla with nonfat milk, and triple shots. It was some iced latte nonsense and all I wanted was a black coffee and a croissant.
With a punch to the glove box, she pulls out the CD case she stored her collection in. “I got another album.” She digs in her bag and takes out a CD with the iconic cherry red lips and tongue sticking out. She pushes it into the stereo and turns up the volume. The tune pops on, and Payton knows the lyrics by heart. It’s not like she hasn’t heard it a million times on the classic rock station.
“Rolling Stones?” I dip my sunglasses at her and sip on the black coffee, turning right on an intersection. She is snapping her fingers to the beat singing along toYou Can’t Always Get What You Want. “Sing with me!” She pushes me on the shoulder.
“No, you’re nuts.”
“Loser!” She sticks out her tongue, with her thumbs pressed against her ears and she wiggles her fingers like a lunatic.
“You seriously making faces at me?”
“I’ll do this too!” She unbuckles. The girl is nuts. She grabs my cheeks and smashes her lips into mine. My heart jumps out of my chest. I can’t see the road. When she pulls away three seconds later, I have to swerve back into the white lines.
