Starfire(24)

He stared down at me, a look of concern on his face. “What now?”

“You’re such a big boy.” I kissed the engorged red head before me and grasped my right hand firmly around the base. “I’ve got a hold of you so you won’t choke me.”

“Okay.” His hands were both still loosely embedded in my hair at the back of my head.

“Now grab hold my hair like you mean it, and fuck my face. Don’t close your eyes the whole time. Look at me when you come in my mouth.”

He nodded and tilted his hips as I took him back in through my lips. My jaw clicked as I opened wider. Blinking, but still making eye contact, he filled my watering mouth and began to pump, his hands firm on the back of my head as he moved faster and slower.

My hand held him firmly, adding to the limited reach of my mouth.

I slipped my other, free hand down the front of my own jeans without thinking, and rubbed away at the throbbing tension.

After a moment, Adrian’s body tensed and shook, releasing his hot climax down my throat. Four pulses, then one more. And another. I moaned in pleasure, softening my friction to be gentle. I hadn’t come, but I felt so damn good, like all of my skin was an extension of my clit.

With a sigh, he leaned over and eased himself down to the floor next to me, his gaze on the moving lump that was my hand inside my own pants.

I pulled my hand out, embarrassed.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “That’s beautiful.”

“So much for dinner.” I looked around sheepishly.

“Do you like oral sex?” he asked.

I gave him a sidelong look. Was he kidding? “No, I just asked you to fuck my face as a joke, Adrian.”

He reached down and grabbed my pussy through my jeans, holding me firmly between his long thumb and fingers. “Smartass. I mean receiving.”

“I dunno. Do you like giving it?”

His hand started to squeeze and rub me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Since encouraging him to be forceful, Adrian certainly did have a more aggressive vibe, and I liked it.

He growled, “Tell me how much you like to have your pussy licked.”

I glanced up in a panic that the kitchen window was open and my neighbor could hear everything. Thankfully, the window was closed.

“I like it,” I whispered.

He squeezed me with more force. “Indulge my fantasies,” he said. “Tell me to lick your pussy.”

My body writhing, sitting next to him on the kitchen floor, I felt ridiculous. I put my hand over top of his face, forcing his eyelids down with my fingertips. “Adrian!”

He shook his face free of my hand. “Either command me or beg me. Your choice.”

“You filthy boy.”

His face lit up with a grin.

Well, I wasn’t going to beg, so… “I command you to lick my pussy. Make me come, Adrian. Do it.”

He gave me one last smirk, and then everything happened so fast. I meant to move the party to a better venue, such as my bedroom, but he unfastened my jeans and yanked them down forcefully. He didn’t take them off in a sensible way, either, but rolled them inside out, so the skinny cuffs were impossible to extract myself from. We got one foot out, but not the other, and then I was on my back, knees in the air. Off came the panties in the same manner as my jeans—in a pile around one ankle.

Huffing, I attempted to free my other foot, but Adrian grabbed my legs and dragged me five inches closer to him. My damp, sweaty butt squeaked against the floor, and I almost giggled, but then his face was between my legs and in my muff.

BA-WANG.

“Make me come,” I moaned, feeling dirty again.

His tongue delved into my swollen cleft, and my clit cried out a song of joy. Rivers of light and goodness flooded my body, and more was delivered as Adrian’s fingers neared the docking point and entered, gliding easily on the slick wetness.

I arched my back, my head rolling back. Noises between grunts and moans came from my mouth without censor. I peered down to see Adrian on his stomach between my legs, his face hidden to me. His fingers were long and intimate, stroking and enhancing the force of his tongue on my clit. Further along his body, his butt muscles clenched and unclenched in rhythm with his hand, as though he was fucking me. And then, he was. It was still his hand, and his fingers thrusting in and out with urgency, but he was fucking me, and I was being fucked, and I was coming.

I curled up, my sweating hands flat on the floor beside me, and I stared down at his gorgeous, long body before me as my body succumbed to an immensely satisfying orgasm.

When it was done, I pushed his face away.

“I can keep going,” he said, and I believed it.

I quickly sat up, alarmed about the amount of water between my legs.