Cannon(40)

I can hear him inhale deeply, and the fact that he's between my legs, smelling me, while our parents are downstairs, is so ridiculously...inappropriate...that it makes me blush. "I'm going to take my time now that we're out of the rain, Addy. I've dreamt about putting my face between your legs," he says softly. "I've fantasized about my tongue on your clit, licking you, feeling you come on my face. Do you know how many times I've thought about it?"

I can tell that my face must be scarlet, from the heat that rises to my cheeks. "Hendrix."

"You're blushing," he whispers. He takes my clit in his mouth, gently at first, and then sucking so hard I have to grip his head, unable to stifle my cry. Then he pulls his head away and looks up at me. "You're going to have to be quiet, Addy, or I'm going to give you something to put in your mouth."

No one has ever talked to me the way Hendrix is talking to me now. "Careful," I whisper. "I'm not sure that would keep me quiet."

Hendrix makes a sound, primal in its intensity, and grips my ass cheeks tightly, pulling me down on his mouth with a ferocity that takes my breath away. His tongue is everywhere, licking me, probing me, and I feel my knees nearly buckle underneath me. When he pulls his face away, I'm clutching his head to stay upright. "You taste better than I could have imagined," he says.

"You imagined what I tasted like?" The thought intensifies the throbbing between my legs.

Hendrix doesn't take his eyes off my face as he slips his fingers inside me, and I moan softly. "I've jerked off to the thought of it a thousand times," he whispers. "I've come thinking about my tongue inside you."

"Oh God." What he's doing with his fingers, his magic fingers, is almost too much. His touch is nearly unbearable.

"Tell me you've come thinking about me fucking you, Addy," he says, his fingers stroking me, more insistently now, pressing against the oh-so-sensitive place inside me.

"I thought about you, Hendrix," I gasp, barely getting the words out. "Even before you left."

"Tell me," he says. "Tell me what you used to do thinking about me." His fingers continue to work their magic, but he covers my clit with his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, sucking as he strokes me.

"I...oh God..." I cling to his head, pressing him against me, trying to force my voice to remain no louder than a whisper, mindful of the fact that our parents are in the house, that if they discovered us, everything would be over. It would all be ruined. The fucked up thing is that I think the threat of discovery actually makes it more intense. "When we swam at night, I...oh shit...I'd come back here and touch myself thinking about you."

Hendrix moans against my clit, and the vibration nearly sends me over the edge, just like it did outside in the rain. "Tell me, Addy."

"I laid on the bed in this room, thinking about taking your cock in my mouth," I whisper. My breath is ragged, my words choppy and punctuated with my gasps. Hendrix's fingers keep stroking me, and I'm so close. He moans again, and the fact that Hendrix is so turned on pushes me over the edge. "I came thinking about you inside me, riding me. I came thinking about you coming inside me."

"Fuck." I can hear him moan the word, his mouth filled with me, and I come hard, biting down on my lip so I don't scream, my hands clutching his head so tightly to me that I think he might not be able to breathe.

I'm still coming, my muscles clenched tightly around his fingers, but he doesn't let me rest. When he slides his fingers from me, I practically cry out at the feeling of emptiness. But he turns me, guides me to sit on the ottoman beside my armchair. "Sit down," he growls.

I mutely obey, focused more on the throbbing ache between my legs than anything else, until he strips off his clothes and stands in front of me naked, his huge cock inches from my face. "Holy shit," I breathe. The words escape my lips before I can even think.

Hendrix raises his eyebrows. "Does it meet with your expectations?"

"I'm not sure I can..." But I can't take my eyes off him, and I reach out, guiding him to my lips. I touch my tongue to the single drop of pre-cum that glistens on the tip, tasting its saltiness.

Hendrix groans, gripping a handful of hair at the top of my head. "Wrap those sweet lips around my cock, Addy," he says. It's not a request; it's a command. And I comply, taking him in my mouth. I run my tongue down his length, as he murmurs his approval. "Shit, Addy, your mouth feels better than I could have imagined."

Hearing him speak that spurs me on, and I moan as I suck him, cupping his heavy balls in one hand while I stroke the base of his cock with the other. Having him in my mouth, the way I've fantasized for years, makes me drunk with lust.