“But…”
Alex used the tip of his tongue to delve inside her slit and brush against the sensitive tip of her clit. Any argument she might have had disappeared in a moan that lifted the hair on the back of Alex’s neck.
She tasted like heaven. He had to have more. Scooting her cargo pants down around her butt, he helped her arch up off the bar and wiggle them down. The baggy legs slid down right over her combat boots, leaving her lower half naked.
Alex didn’t waste time. He urged her to spread her legs, propping her boots on the bar stools and giving him access to her wet slit. Her plump lips parted and gave him a full view of her pink pussy. His dick was clawing at his jeans, begging to be free. But he wanted this moment with Emory. He wanted to show her that the ability to climax had no control over pleasure.
She gasped when he gave her pussy one long lick from bottom to top. Sweet cream coated his lips. Nuzzling her gently, he suckled her inner labia. Every tug made her tremble. Spreading the hood of her clit with his tongue, he flicked the tip in a quick rhythm that had her muscles jerking in response.
He slid his hands down the soft surface of her inner thighs. She flung her head back, arching her spine and thrusting against him as he sucked her clit into his mouth and gave it a gentle nibble. She was so sweet, so hot, and so responsive. Alex wanted to drown in the taste and scent of her.
Probing her entrance with his tongue, Alex darted in and out of her opening until he could feel her muscles beginning to climb toward orgasm. Backing off, he licked her with the flat of her tongue until he felt her relax again. He didn’t want her feeling the strain of being unable to come. He wanted her to enjoy the attention.
Her channel clenched as though begging for the penetration of his cock. Using two fingers, Alex slid them deep inside her pussy and curled them into the thick pad of muscle. She cried out when he began to move them inside her body.
“Look at me, Emory.”
She opened her eyes and stared down at him.
“Your body is all I want.” Alex held her gaze and gave her clit another swipe with his tongue. “So I’m going to make you a promise. I’m going to do whatever I can do to help you work through your past. And until you’re through with me, I’m yours and only yours.”
She shuddered around him, her muscles instantly reaching the liquid level of simultaneous relaxation and tension that signaled orgasm. Alex groaned when her scent changed. Heavier, more erotic than the most intoxicating aphrodisiac, it washed him in a need so potent he was in danger of coming right there in his jeans.
If Emory had been capable of climaxing, she would have come multiple times already. Alex had given her more pleasure in that tiny slice of time than she’d ever experienced with anyone else.
How could she accept a promise like his? To stay with her until she was “fixed?” It was ludicrous. And yet—she wanted it. She wanted that powerful feeling of acceptance he seemed to provide so effortlessly. There he stood with his hands stroking her sex and his own needs denied. She wanted to give him just a little of what he’d offered her.
“Let me suck you, Alex.” She had to force the words out. Setting aside her shy nature took monumental effort, but she wanted to do this for him. And if she were honest, she wanted this for herself, too. “I want you in my mouth.”
The expression on his face told her all she needed to know. Emory pushed herself off the bar, realizing suddenly that they had an audience. It didn’t matter. Or maybe it did. Because the heightened arousal that had begun seeping into her body suggested she was getting off on the exhibition.
“Emory, you don’t have to.” His voice died away when she opened his jeans and his shaft spilled out into her hands.
After their afternoon together, his thick length was familiar in a way that gave her confidence. She knew him enough to bring this incredible man pleasure. And that was what mattered.
She sank to her knees there in the bar and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Cool air brushed over the slick folds of her pussy, intensifying the experience. She moaned against his shaft and his hips thrust reflexively.
His dick was as hard as iron, his skin silky soft against her tongue. He tasted clean and spicy. She curled her tongue around his girth. Finding the sensitive flange, she swirled patterns against it until he was gripping the barstool to ease the tension. Changing tactics, she swallowed him whole until he bumped the back of her soft palate.
Alex groaned and gathered her hair into his hand as if trying to hold on. She remembered how he’d fucked his other lover’s mouth. She wanted that. To show him that she could be just as wanton and uninhibited as anyone else. Pulling back, she began bobbing rhythmically, mimicking the tempo of sex.