Page 130 of Rare Blend
He crouches down behind me, and cool air hits me as the hem of my dress is lifted and gathered around my waist. I start to squirm when his breath dusts across my ass.
“I know we’re supposed to be getting dinner right now,” he says quietly against my thigh, his head between my legs. “But I’m in the mood for dessert.”
His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them.
“Fuck, I love your ass. You look so pretty like this, bent over my barrel, at my mercy.”
I gasp when his finger trails a line from my pussy all the way to that sensitive spot where he applies a slight pressure. The feeling is foreign and curious.
“You should’ve seen my ass after Goose trampled me. I had such a big bruise.”
“Was it here?”Kiss.“Or here?”Kiss.“Maybe it was here.”Kiss.
He peppers kisses all over my ass cheeks.
“Are you kissing my ass, literally?”
The vibration of his chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “It’s an honor to kiss your ass.”
I snort, but it quickly morphs into a moan as his tongue draws a languid lick from my pussy all the way to my back entrance.
He does it again, going deeper with his tongue, and it causes my thighs to shake of their own volition. “Do you like it?” Ethan asks, in a low murmur.
“I don’t know,” I breathe. It feels both good and wrong at the same time. No one’s ever touched me there.
He repeats the movement. When he gets to the overly sensitive spot he sucks hard, forcing a cry out of me as my vision fades.
“I think you like it,” he muses. He buries his face between my ass cheeks and loudly, relentlessly, slurps and licks, eating me from front to back like I’m his last meal. In a matter of minutes, I’m coming, riding out the wave of my orgasm.
While I’m still recovering, I hear the sound of his zipper, and he gives my ass a light smack. “This is going to be quick,” he grits.
And then he’s inside of me, fucking me rough and fast, another orgasm building with each thrust. Soon we’re both coming, and I feel exhausted, completely spent, my limbs like jello.
He slumps his weight over me, his ragged breath fanning the back of my neck. “We’re going to look so obvious when we go back up,” he mumbles.
A giggle escapes me. “It’s your fault.”
“Worth it,” he groans, standing and giving my ass another smack before he works at fixing my dress.
My dress is barely put back into place when the elevator pings. Our heads whip to see who has arrived. Footsteps sound and then stop, stayingout of sight.
“Who’s there?” Ethan says in a deep, commanding voice, already standing in front of me, concealing me from whoever exited the elevator.
“It’s Shane. Chill with the Batman voice.”
Ethan’s shoulders instantly relax. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Mom wanted me to let you know dinner is being served, and I saw you and Marisa sucking face before you two snuck off down here. Didn’t know you had it in you. I feel like a proud father.”
“Get fucked.”
“You know, I lost my virginity down here.” He snickers.
“Why do you fucking talk?” Ethan groans.
“Hi, Marisa.”
I clutch onto Ethan’s back, shaking from silent laughter. “Hi, Shane.”
