Her mouth drags to the tip of my cock and her hands reach for my balls, which she gently rolls between her fingers. I spread my legs so she has better access, because I want to be played with. I want her to be able to do whatever the fuck she wants to me. And she does. She smooths her palm over my balls and plays with my tip, sucking just the end, licking, flicking.
Fucking teasing.
And I love it.
I love the buildup.
The way she focuses on one particular area and then takes a part of me in her mouth again, pressing me to the back of her throat . . .
“Fuck,” I mutter when my cock jolts against her luscious lips.
“I love your cock,” she says when she removes me from her mouth and licks my length. “It’s so big, Huxley. So thick.” Her tongue flicks the underside of the head, teasing that sensitive part, and I swear I grow another inch from how she’s holding my balls, gently, and I mean gently, tugging on them. It’s just enough to drive me crazy, to send a chill of pleasure up my spine.
“I want to come in your mouth,” I say as I grip the base of my cock, but she swats my hand away.
“This is mine, you don’t touch it.”
My brow raises from her demand, and if I wasn’t so desperate for her to finish me off, I’d tell her exactly what is hers, but I need her perfect mouth all over my cock. And I need it now.
“Then fuck me with your mouth,” I say through clenched teeth.
She stops pulsing on her dildo and, instead, focuses on my cock, taking me deep in her throat.
She sucks.
She gags.
She repeats the process until I can’t feel anything but her sweet mouth.
I grip the side of the shower wall as pleasure rips up my legs and pools at the base of my cock.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” I brush my hand over her cheek. “Take every last drop.”
Her eyes turn hazy and, in that moment, she finishes me off, pumping, sucking, giving me the best head of my entire life. My balls tighten, my cock swells, and I explode with a roar that erupts from my chest as I come in her mouth.
And she takes it all.
Every last drop, like I said, until I’m completely spent and trying to catch my breath.
She releases me and smirks up at me.
It takes me three seconds to grab hold of her, flip the shower off, and then lay her across the built-in bench. I spread her legs, get down on my knees, and press my mouth to her pussy.
“Yesss,” she draws out as her hand falls to my hair. She grips the strands tightly and moans as I lap up her already aroused pussy.
She’s so close. Her legs squeeze at my shoulders, the tremble in her hands, which loosely grip my hair.
“I won’t ever get over how you taste,” I say while taking long, lapping strokes and inserting two fingers inside of her. “I could eat you all goddamn day.” Stroke after stroke, the tension in her core grows tighter and tighter until her fingers dig deep into my scalp and her hips shift.
“Huxley, I’m going . . . oh fuck, I’m coming,” she shouts as I hold her pelvis down, making it impossible for her to move as I eat her out, pleasure her how I want her to be pleasured.
She moans, her voice echoing off the tile.
She yells my name when I don’t let up, taking every last ounce of her orgasm from her.
And when she slowly relaxes, I give her a few more strokes before pulling away slightly, only to give her a kiss on her pussy.
When I stand, she looks up at me, her eyes showing disbelief. Her hand shakily moves up her body, to her neck. She searches me as she catches her breath, and I’m not sure what’s on her mind, what she might say, so I decide to beat her to it.
“Have a good night,” I say, before stepping out of the shower. I have to cut it off here. I have to get the fuck away, or else I can see myself taking her back to her bed and fucking her through the night until she can’t take my cock anymore.
Regret for leaving her pulses through me, but I push past it and grab one of her spare towels, wrap it around my waist, and head toward my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
Dazed, confused, and unsure of what came over me, I enter my bathroom, where I flip on the shower and rest under the hot water, trying to gather myself.
What the actual fuck am I doing?
I’m blurring lines all over the goddamn place, and now that I’ve had her mouth on me, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. Not after seeing her take me so deep, after the way she drank every last drop of my come.
I won’t be able to get that image out of my head. Not for a very long time.
And as I step out of the shower to dry off, all I can think about is how I want to go back across the hallway and explore Lottie’s body. How I want to thank her for putting up with my shit. For opening me up when I don’t really want to be opened up.