Page 68 of Whiskey Throttle
Suck.
“Stunning.”
Bite and suck at the apex of her thigh and hip, an inch from her pussy. Wanting to leave a mark and claim her in a more intimate way than the necklace dangling from her neck. She gasps. Her fingers twirl faster, and her body stiffens in pleasure. If an orgasm is close, I should be a part of it. I want to be part of it.
Want her cum to flow into my mouth. Releasing her delicate skin, the blood rushes to the surface. A pretty shade, guaranteeing a nice hickey, compliments of Holli. Shit, I’d cover her in them if she’d let me.
“I want you.”
Her words are music to my ears. The way they fall out with a breath. Her foot pushes against my shoulder as she grinds with more intensity. Her hand tangles into my hair, the other still working herself over. I’m tempted to watch. To not help at all. To watch her so open and vulnerable. Young in her mind. Stunning in mine, but I can’t deny her and the immense pleasure about to come.
I slip two fingers past her folds, and she rocks forward onto them. Moans pour out of her when my finger hits her G-spot. Her hand falters against her clit. Not needing the friction with my fingers now fucking her. Her tits jiggle with her movements. Dark eyes locked on mine.
It takes everything in me not to break her stare. My body is sweating. Trembling internally with the want to shove inside her, fuck her harder than possible, and send us both into ecstasy.
“I need your mouth,” she moans.
I love the way it sounds, desperate and needy. I lean forward, capturing her clit between my lips, sucking gently. She gasps at the impact. Her head falls back. Her long hair cascades down her bare skin, jutting her breasts toward the ceiling. Her pink nipples are so tight, her body so aroused, the overhead light basks her in glowing flesh.
Her body convulses. Her orgasm crashes over her as she cries out. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers until her pussy starts pulsing. Clenching and unclenching as I drink in her cum. It’s sweet and tangy. Nothing like I’ve ever tasted. Knowing I want even more.
“Oh, yes . . . yes. . . Hol . . .”
I don’t let up, drawing out her pleasure until she raises her head to push me away. Suddenly too much or too sensitive. My drenched mouth hovers over her wet mound, needing a final lick, which I steal away. Her face is flushed but relaxed. Her chest is heaving, and her breath comes in ragged spurts.
This is another image I’ll sketch later, taking a snapshot in my mind to add to my private library of just her. Deep in the corner of my mind, I’ll relive this every night alone in my bed back home in Boston.
“Your turn.”
Her word hit half a second behind her actions, already lowering her foot and slipping from the bench with a loud squeak of wet flesh against the leather. She smiles for a second, but then she kneels, eye level with me.
“Stand up, I want to return the favor.”
I pause for half a second, needing to fuck the shit out of her. But the lack of condoms is really fucking shit up. When she runs her tongue over her lips, preparing. I’m done for. I obey her order.
“That’s a good boy.”
Laughter bursts out of me. This whole ‘junior’ thing is usually a turnoff, but somehow, even she makes it sound sexy.
“I’d hardly call me good after what I just did. And what I plan to do to you after this.”
She barely looks at me. Too busy pulling down my pants and letting my cock spring free. Little does she know, I won’t last five minutes. My cock is ready to spurt down her throat. Damn if she doesn’t look pretty on her knees, staring up at me.
She winks.
Her hands glide up the front of my thighs. My muscles lock into place, holding the weight of both of us, while she licks my tip. Gentle, teasing, and I try not to jolt at how good it suddenly feels.
Her tongue swirls around the sensitive rim, her eyes never leaving mine. She’s enjoying this, the power she has over me in this moment. I can see it in the slight curve of her lips. The spark in her gaze. She takes me deeper. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me in.
“Fuck,” I groan. “That feels good.”
She pulls back, her lips releasing me with a pop.
“Just good?”
Her eyebrow raises, challenging.
“Better than your archery, but then that’s not saying much.”
