Wicked (Somerset University #2) - Ruby Vincent Page 0,61

this table?”

She rocked back on me, impaling herself through my jeans. “I want you on your knees.”

I dropped, helping her step out of her underwear but leaving the sneakers on. They were doing it for me. My clothes came off just as quickly.

Val sucked in a breath when I spread her legs. I was highly aware of everything she did. Every sound she made. Every moan from her lips. Some nights I counted all the different noises I could get her to make.

I licked a stripe from clit to ass, earning a soft squeak.

That’s one.

“Turn over,” I ordered.

Val flipped, scooting up, spreading her legs, and pressing her feet to the walls of the little breakfast nook. I curled my hand under her legs and went wild. I bobbed and shook my head, tasting each inch of her at once.

Crying out, Val fisted my hair, back arching and moving her clit in for the kill. I latched on and sucked until her cries reached a crescendo. Sound was my life, and the music Val made my addiction. Teasing that tiny bunch of nerves rewarded me broken, hoarse moans.

I spread her open, collecting her arousal on my fingers, and plunging in for the rest. My tongue thrust in and out, getting panted words out of her next.

“Yes, Jaxson. Ah, baby, yes. Just like that.”

That’s three.

I picked up speed and her groans matched the tune. Body coiling, she gripped fit to rip the hair out of my head and came so hard she spasmed on the table. I licked her from my lips and then my fingers for good measure.

“Taste even sweeter than my dreams.”

“My turn,” she sang.

Val held out her hand. I helped the lady off the table, anticipation humming in my veins, trailing her as she got onto the booth and on her knees. She bent down, ass in the air, sneakers on the pleather, and nails gripping the edge of the seat. “Like a lollipop, right?” she teased.

“Is there any other way?”

She was still chuckling as I pushed inside her mouth. The vibrations up her throat stiffened my impossibly hard cock. One suck and I’d probably blow.

Val’s plump red lips swallowed me to the hilt. She looked me in the eyes, withdrawing to the tip, and tongue darting out to lick its treat. “Fuck, Val,” I grunted.

I swore Val played the game too. But hers was to find all the ways to reduce me to a gibbering, sex-addled idiot.

She bobbed her head, her eyes sucking me in and drowning me in an emerald lake of lust.

“Shit!”

That was all the warning I gave her. Exploding in her mouth, I knuckled the seat, nearly buckling as my girl swallowed every drop.

Val jumped up as I fell on the booth, catching and pulling me to her chest. I caught her in turn, lifting her onto the table, and spreading her beneath me. Val’s nipples were beacons on two supple mounds, luring me in. I sucked one, then the other. Flicking the hardened pebbles until I got my oh, oh, ohs.

That’s four.

I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I drew back, gripping her calves, and pushed inside. Her lips formed a small “o,” eyes rolling up and disappearing completely as I started pumping.

Bodies slick with sweat, she slid up and down the surface, anchoring on the window and meeting me thrust for thrust.

Not to be a total guy, but the sounds coming from Val as I fucked her bare, heard no matter how loudly we played our sex soundtracks—those sounds were my favorite.

Our grunts, moans, and cries filled the luxury bus. A melody of our own making.

I wasn’t about to last long with the memory of that blow job playing on repeat and Val coming apart beneath me, squeezing as she reached the end of her rope.

We came at the same time, shaking the table and drowning out the music festival with cries that broke the sound barrier.

I collapsed on top, dropping my slick forehead on hers.

Val came down. Eyes glassy. Smirk on her lips.

“Never have I ever.”

A laugh escaped me. “How do you have any firsts left? I thought we took care of all of those.”

“I’ve got one or two more,” she said. “Want to help me with that? I’ve never been fucked in a tour bus bunk. Is it like doing it in a space pod?”

Just like that, my boy was semi-hard and ready to go again. “We’ll find out.”

VALENTINA

The television played on low, adding to our soft murmuring.