He put a finger to my lips. “Shh.” Then he dropped to his knees again and stabbed his tongue inside me. I moaned, the fabric soaking up the sound. He pushed my thighs farther apart and licked, spreading my lips with his tongue and devouring every last bit of me.
My nipples jutted through my bra and the fabric of my top, and I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding against him. He slid his hands under my ass and lifted, opening me to him fully and lifting my pussy to his face like a ripe fruit.
“Show me your tits.” His voice was no longer playful, just sex scraping against metal.
I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it to my neck, then slid the cups of my bra down. My nipples hardened even more in the cool air, and I couldn’t stop staring into Kennedy’s eyes as he sucked on my clit. Tension radiated through my thighs and lower stomach. Tasting myself on my panties only heightened the sensations.
“Pinch your nipples.” He grazed his teeth along my folds, teasing me.
I cupped my breasts and moved to the tight buds, rolling them between my thumbs and index fingers. Tingles of pleasure skittered along my nerve endings, mixing with the waves of warmth Kennedy’s tongue evoked between my thighs.
He sank two fingers inside me, and I arched my back.
“Fuck yes.” He fastened his lips around my clit and sucked at the same pace set by his fingers, a luscious in-and-out that had my hips making small, matching movements.
When he ran his teeth along the tight nub of nerves, I spread wider, my heels in the air. His fingers rubbed my spot as his tongue flicked fast and hard. I couldn’t take a breath, everything in my body locked on to what he was doing to me.
I was so close when he pulled his fingers out and backed off from my clit, teasing it with his tongue.
“Kennedy,” I moaned into the wadded panties, and it came out in a muffled garble.
He dipped lower, sinking his tongue inside me as his fingers slid lower. Was he about to—?
“Fuck!”
He ran his wet fingers around the puckered skin of my asshole and I squirmed, surprised by how good it felt.
“I know you like it,” he murmured against me, and stroked his fingers back and forth. He took my clit between his lips again, the brief reprieve over.
Pressing against my tight hole, he slid his fingertip inside me and sank his thumb into my pussy. He sucked my clit and pressed his mouth to me. I balled his duvet in my fists as he eased his finger farther into my ass and kept fucking me with his thumb.
When he pulled his finger out to the edge and then sank it deeper, all the tension in my body burst and a flood of delicious pleasure covered me. I came on a muffled scream, my pussy convulsing around his thumb as I gripped the duvet and saw starbursts haze at the edges of my vision.
I rode the current of release as wave after wave crashed over me until I was gone, all the pleasure wrung from me like water from a washcloth. I settled back into the bed and yanked my panties from my mouth. I took in a huge breath and shuddered as I came down from the high.
He eased his fingers from me and sat back on his knees, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
I dropped my head back and just stared at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever come that hard again in my life. Seemed impossible.
He walked to the bathroom. The water flipped on as he washed up, and then he returned and lay on his side next to me.
Brushing his fingers along my still-hard nipple, he said, “You can take a bath now, if you want.”
I turned my head toward him, my breathing slowed but my heart still thumping. “You’re a dick.”
He faked surprise, raising his eyebrows comically high. “Me? I just gave you what I must say was a momentous orgasm.” He shook his hand, as if my pussy had injured his thumb. “So I don’t quite see how I’m a dick in this situation.”
“You put my panties in my mouth.” I tried not to smile, but it didn’t work all the way.
“I know. I’ll do it again, too, screamer.”
“I am not a screamer,” I hissed.
“I think you are. But only for me.” He tweaked my nipple, and I slapped his hand away.
I scooted down the bed, intent on finally taking my bath, when I saw the rod in his pants pushing against his zipper. We’ll just see which one of us is the screamer.
I sat at the edge of the bed and reached out to run the heel of my palm down his shaft.
He groaned low in his throat. I stood and stripped, taking my time pulling my shirt over my head and unfastening my bra. I peeked over my shoulder, and his eyes were locked on me, his hands working to unzip his pants. Then I took my skirt to the floor, slowly bending over at the waist as I did it.
“Scarlett, you could kill a man with that.” He’d pulled out his cock, stroking himself as he watched me undress. His eyes were wild, roving my body, and his hair was still sticking up in every direction from where I’d run my fingers through it earlier.