So Trashy (Bad Boy Next Door Book 2)(57)

“I’m going eat that pussy, Lou. I’m going to lick you from hole to hole, and tickle everything in between, but not until you tell me you missed me.”

My entrance tingles at his words. I bite my lip. “Why’s it so important to you for me to say that?”

He pushes me down onto the bed and whips his shirt off. He pops the button on his jeans. “Because…”

I grab his waistband and pull his pants to his knees, freeing his stiffened cock. “That’s no answer.”

His eyes narrow for a moment, as though considering his words as he steps out of his pants. “I want to know that I wasn’t the only one living in a special kind of hell reserved for those who’ve lost their other half.”

My hands clench, nails digging into my palms as I close my eyes, my breath trapped in shocked lungs that refuse to work for the moment. The ability to speak must be something that can shut off, because that’s what his words have done to me. Though, even if I could utter a word, I don’t know what I’d say.

So, in the absence of words, I loosen my fists and kneel to take hold of his dick, pulling it to my mouth. I lick the bead of clear moisture from its tip with the flat of my tongue, savoring the salty flavor.

He looks down on me as I slide my mouth over his cock, taking him as deep as he’ll go before pulling away in slow motion. My lips drag along his length, bumping over every ridge, vein, and contour, until they come off the end with a pop. Then I do it again, and he throws his head back, his hand tangling in my hair, his fingers tensing in rhythm with my movements.

I take his balls in my mouth, ever so gently slipping my tongue over them, before moving back to his dick. The tip of my tongue circles the head and laps up the slippery liquid waiting for me. He hardens even more, his cock flexing along with his grip on my hair.

With my lips tight over him, I suck him in, deep and hard. His breath is audible as he lets out an exhale in increments as I take him in, again and again. The view from his dick, looking up, is better than any porn I’ve seen.

The light plays over the V leading up and over his hips. His flat navel is topped by defined abs and perfectly developed pecs. The disks of his nipples pucker a tiny bit in his pleasure as I suck his cock and massage his balls with the tips of my fingers.

He looks down, catching me watching him.

He grins and licks his lips. “I could live with your lips wrapped around my cock forever, Lou. But right now, I want some of that pussy to fill my mouth, and I want to taste you come on my tongue.”

He pulls out of my grasp and lies on the bed, his proud erection straining. He waves me to him. “C’mere. Let’s taste each other.”

I unbutton my jean shorts, letting them slip to the floor. Then I climb over him, my ass over his face, my knees on either side of his head. I push my palms over his chest and abs, down to his cock, taking it in both hands as I let my knees slide out from under me until my pubic bone grazes his chin.

My chest against his abs, I tickle the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue as I run my hands up and down his hard-on.

His breath’s hot at my entrance as his hands smooth up my legs and over my ass cheeks. His thumbs massage the insides of my thighs, barely skimming the edges of my pussy.

I pull his dick into my mouth and suck all the way to the end, popping him free again. He kisses the hollow of my thigh, his cheeks brushing my pussy. His breath heats me again, but still no tongue. I turn to look around my shoulder.

“Stop teasing me, you jackass. If you’re going to eat pussy, then eat it.”

He lets out another breath, right onto my clit. “Not until you say it, Lou.”

I swallow.

Fuck.

“Fine. I missed you, Buck. God, I missed you. The right word doesn’t even exist to describe how much I’ve fucking missed your stupid ass. Happy?”

His chuckle vibrates through my pussy. “More than I can say.”

His tongue traces my slit from my tight little hole to my clit, circling it and moving to dip into my pussy. His breath is hot over my entrance, and I relax to let my pussy sink onto his mouth as he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring every small space and fold.

As my breath comes in small pants, I run my hands over his cock. I close my lips tight around it. He groans, and I answer when he sucks my nub, tightening that invisible coil inside.

For everything I do to his dick, he mirrors it on my pussy. I rub my fingers over his shaft and he pushes his thumb deep into my entrance. I slide my tongue around his cock’s head, and he mimics the move at my clit.

As he licks me, I return the favor, running my tongue over his hard-on, his skin warm, his mouth hot on me. For each stroke a stroke is returned, each lick and suck replied to in kind.