Bootycall 2 - J. D. Hawkins Page 0,24

a dream.

“You’re making breakfast?” he says, between soft sucks that hit all the right places, surprising me with each one. “You didn’t ask me what I want.”

I bury my hand into his thick hair, scratching and grabbing gently as he sends dizzying butterflies across my skin. I feel like I’m falling under some kind of spell, enchanted by the rhythmic stroke of his hands against my thighs, by the enticing feel of his hair in my hand.

I giggle; a little because of his joke, and a lot more because of the brush of his cool lips on my sides and thighs.

“Well what do you want then?”

Dylan’s eyes look up at me from the space between my legs. He smiles knowingly as his hands grip the sides of my panties and pull them off, smoothly but eagerly.

“There’s only one thing that can satisfy the kind of hunger I’ve got.”

I gasp a little, all the protestations and rational thoughts getting stuck in my throat, lost in the cravings that are growing inside of me. Dylan’s tongue flicks and probes around my clit, mischievously building up my anticipation. His fingers move and press softly against my pussy, and I grasp out at the counter for something to hold me steady, clattering eggs and cups onto the floor noisily. The dull shocks of pleasure that his fingers press into me make me pant with impossible yearnings.

When his tongue moves over my wet opening, lapping against me and into me, I’m already moaning deeply, the vibrations starting from his tongue, and only turning into sound when they reach my throat. He flattens his tongue and rolls it from the inside of my pussy over my clit, tasting my juices. Over and over he sends chilling spasms through me like shooting stars. I shudder when he rolls my aching clit between his lips and pulls.

I grab his hair, meaning to push him away, but instead the feeling of his beautiful head pressing itself into me just makes me pull him in deeper, harder. I rock my hips against his face, his tongue and my pussy grinding against each other, sparks of pleasure shooting out from the friction between them. I can feel myself losing control, every nerve inside me coiled tight and hot, needing more and more, and getting it, until there’s nothing I can do to stop myself from coming, hard and fast, gasping loudly as I lean my head back against the wall. My moans only make Dylan tongue me deeper, and he groans as I pulse blissfully into his mouth. I never want this to end.

Finally, I yank him away by the hair, throwing both him and myself back into reality with a bump.

“Dylan…I…that was…” I say, as I try to catch my breath. Then I start laughing.

He smiles, and chuckles a little too, standing up so that we’re face to face. We look each other in the eyes, and I brush my hand through his hair tenderly.

“There’s your breakfast done, but mine is on the floor,” I say, nodding towards the smashed eggs and cups.

“How about we take a little shower and then go out for something?” he suggests.

“Probably a good idea,” I smile, “I imagine the only way we’re going to be able to keep our hands off each other is if we’re in public.”

Dylan smirks. “Don’t count on it.”

I laugh and grab some paper towels.

“Go shower – you’re a very dirty boy. You’re lucky our call time isn’t until this afternoon.”

“Yeah,” Dylan says, the smirk still on his face. “It’s almost like somebody planned it that way.”

I giggle and shake my head as I crouch down to wipe up the mess.

“Oh, by the way,” I say, as Dylan’s just stepping into the bathroom, “your phone was ringing all morning. I hope you don’t mind, I put it on silent.”

“Yeah, I saw,” calls Dylan, his voice sounding echoey in the tiled claustrophobia of the tiny studio bathroom, “I thought you couldn’t stand ringing phones?”

I think about it for a second. “Maybe I’m learning to let some things go.”

“Well, whoever it is can wait.” He leans his head around the bathroom door to wink at me. “I’ve already got someone keeping tabs on me.”

I scrunch up a paper towel and throw it at him. He quickly dodges it, laughing as he returns to the shower. I hear him turning on the water and my mind immediately starts imagining his body getting naked and wet in there. I finish wiping up the broken