“Good.” She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then pulled her top over her head, revealing a black and pink bra with sexy criss-crossing straps that made me want to tie her up. “Just in case I get a little messy.”
I remembered watching her sucking the sauce off the bone the other night at dinner—and she’d been wearing a T-shirt at the time—and thought my dick was going to burst through the crotch of my pants at the thought of her sucking me off in that bra. “Go ahead. Get messy.”
She tugged at the sides of my jeans and I lifted my hips just enough for her to drag them down below my knees. My cock sprung out like it had been catapulted, and she laughed as she took it in her hands. “Are you excited?”
“Yes.”
She lowered her head between my legs, keeping her eyes on mine. “Have you thought about this before?”
“Yes.”
“How much?” She swirled her tongue over the tip, making my entire body hum.
“A lot.”
“Even back then?”
“Especially back then.”
She smiled with fire in her eyes and ran her tongue up one side of my cock, then the other. “I like that.”
“But I want it even more now.”
Those eyes found mine again and held them for a moment before she lowered her mouth onto me and slid her lips all the way down. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, felt her hand begin to work along the shaft, felt her tongue against my crown, felt the muscles in her mouth suck and tease and torture me. She went slowly at first, like I was a meal she wanted to savor, and I watched as she licked and tasted and tantalized every inch of me. Unable to stop myself, I started to move, rocking my hips beneath her, holding her head where I wanted it, thrusting between her lips with deep, steady strokes.
The most amazing thing was how much she seemed to enjoy it. She moaned and sighed and gasped for air. She took me so deep, she couldn’t breathe. She went at me hard and fast. She got messy, and seriously didn’t give a fuck. All she wanted to do was give me pleasure. I felt like a god.
When I couldn’t hold back anymore and warned her I was going to come, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she didn’t want it in her mouth—but if anything, she just took me in deeper. My fingers tightened in her hair, my entire body stiffened, my rhythmic exhales became one long groan that tore from my throat as my cock surged and emptied into her throat.
When I relaxed my grip, she sat back on her heels, breathing hard. “Jesus,” she said, wiping her mouth with her forearm. “And I thought it was big before.”
Jumping to my feet, I yanked my pants up, grabbed her beneath the arms and set her on the couch. “Lie down,” I told her, except I didn’t even wait for her to lie down, I just pushed her back and went right to work taking off her jeans, her panties right along with them.
But I left that bra right where it was.
“Noah, you’re tired. You don’t have to—”
But my mouth was already on her pussy, and the rest of her ridiculous sentence was swallowed up by a moan.
“That’s better,” I told her. “No more talking.”
“I like talking.”
“Right now, all I want to do is make you come. And words aren’t going to do it.”
“Yours might.”
That made me smile. “Just let me fuck you with my tongue, Sawyer. We can talk later.”
I didn’t give her a chance to argue.
Later, we stretched out in my bed, skin to skin, our legs entwined.
“Do you feel better?” she asked, snuggling close to me the way she did at night.
“Yeah. I do.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so angry.”
“Well, you’re not around that much. And I don’t usually get so worked up. It’s only certain things that really get to me.”
“I know.” Her fingertips brushed back and forth across my chest. “I think the last time I saw you get that mad was when that asshole kid wouldn’t stop teasing Asher about wearing those headphones at the beach. You went ballistic on that jerk.”
I frowned. “Yeah, I got in a lot of trouble for that. My dad was pissed at me for losing my shit.”
“I didn’t blame you. I don’t think anybody did. That kid deserved