Walk Of Shame(16)

Just touch me already . . .

An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble as he inches his way up to my inner thigh, right beside my pussy and bites down onto my skin. I shake my head and squirm out of his reach in an attempt to get away. I can’t handle it. It’s too much. He feels my pull and yanks me back down by my thighs so I reach out and yank his hair making him look up at me. “Not so rough, asshole. Don’t make me regret this anymore than I already do.”

“Fuck,” he groans out. He closes his eyes and moans. Oh my, that moan. So deep and rough. “Pull my hair again and I will fuck you instead of just licking you. Got it?”

Knowing that I’m pushing my luck with him, I release his hair and grip onto the bike handlebars behind my head. I’m already too far to turn back now. I want his tongue, but that’s it. Nothing more. This is it. Just one time. Just . . .

“Oh shit,” I moan out as his tongue slides up my pussy, slowly and teasingly. “This can only happen once. You know that, right?” I fight to catch my breath. “This is wrong in so many ways.”

He looks up from between my thighs with a sly grin. He’s a dirty little snake that has me in his grips and he knows it. “Yeah, but it feels so fucking right, doesn’t it?”

I don’t answer. I don’t want to. All I want to do is close my eyes, lean back and let his tongue work its magic to release the tension I’ve had built up since this morning. When he sucked my wetness into his mouth and tasted me, I almost gave in right there and let him have me. It took every bit of strength to fight my urge to pull him into the shower and let him have his way with me; to take me just once.

His tongue works slowly at first to spread the moisture up my folds. He’s being gentle and teasing me, making me want more. His rhythm is precise and in control as if he knows the exact spot to work me up. He’s slowly building me up, knowing I’ll want more at the end. He’s good; a pro. He’s in control of his game and it makes me want to knock him down a notch; tease him a little.

I catch myself moaning as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my pussy as deep as it will go. He’s fucking me with his tongue. The feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax . . . but I fight it. I’m not ready yet and I have a feeling he won’t let me get off so easily anyways.

After a few seconds he slips his tongue out and slides it up and over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good I have to reach out and grip his hair again. I feel myself pulling and the harder I pull the better his tongue pleases me. He gets off on this and I plan to use this to my advantage.

I yank his hair to the side and he sucks my clit so hard that I scream out in pleasure and almost fall over, but he catches me. I can feel him growling against my clit and it deepens the pleasure and makes me want more as he holds me steady. “Oh shit! Oh shit!”

“Fuck this shit! I want to fuck you so bad and make you scream louder while I’m pounding your tight little pussy. It’s so hot hearing me pleasure you.” Standing up, he runs his tongue over his lips and places both of his hands on his bike, hovering above me. “You want me to fuck you?” He runs his tongue up my neck and stops at my ear. “Just say the word and I’ll end that throbbing ache between your legs. I’ll fuck you so good that my cock will be the only one you ever fucking think about again. Let me show you.”

I shake my head and place my hand on his chest. “No. Dammit, Slade.” I give him a shove, but against his firm body, it doesn’t even make him budge. It only makes me want him more. “I don’t need you to fuck me and I don’t want you to. Just finish what you started, dammit.”

Wiping the rain off his face, he spreads my legs wider and places his thumb over my clit and starts rubbing. “Why? Are you afraid it will feel too good? You scared that I might please you better than anyone else can?” I look at him and swallow while trying to pretend his words aren’t having the effect on me that they are. “My cock will feel so good in that tight little pussy.” Grabbing the back of my head with one hand, he shoves a finger inside me and sucks in his bottom lip. I moan and take a deep breath, feeling the thickness of his finger move in and out, making my body feel hot and tingly. “See how wet I make you.”

Closing my eyes, I moan and grip onto his wet hair. I have the urge to pull it and push him even further. I want his finger deeper. I need to get off. “You’re an asshole for doing this and you know it,” I say between deep breaths.

“Oh yeah, baby,’’ he breaths into my ear. “Fucking show me how much of an asshole I am and I’ll show you how good I am at pleasing you. You want me to please you; you have to fucking work for it.”