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By the time they were through there, his ice cream was halfway melted. His original cup of vanilla was practically a puddle.

“Hold up,” Avril whispered breathlessly, grabbing him by his shirt. They’d finally pulled their lips apart, and he’d been in the process of giving her some space. No longer, it seemed.

Skewering him with a smoldering look, Avril’s left hand moved to her right breast. Hooking her middle finger underneath the apron, she pulled it toward the center of her chest. As she settled it into the valley between the pair, one incredibly perfect, alluringly heavy breast re-revealed itself.

Liam’s heart pounded, but he still kept a calm expression—somehow—as he met Avril’s verdant gaze. “And what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Whatever feels natural,” Avril purred huskily.

His mouth, warm and wet, worked its way around the expansive territory for the next several minutes. He didn’t leave an inch unexplored, and Avril’s cooing whispers thanked him. His tongue eventually met her areola, then her nipple, and then he had it in his mouth, sucking, biting, pulling. All three elicited hisses of pleasure from the gorgeous redhead.

“More, ahhh, just like that,” she gasped, holding him close. “Fuck, Liam, I ought to take you out more. You turn it up when we’re someplace new.”

“Wait until I have you on a warm beach in April,” he replied, brimming with pride from her compliments. She didn’t usually toss them out so straightforwardly, so he felt he could trust that she was truthful with this one.

“I’m counting down the days,” Avril purred, kissing the top of his head.

“There’s still plenty for us to do until then,” he remarked, hoping she’d intuit his meaning.

“Like sucking you off as quickly as I can? Is that what you have in mind?”

“It’s been on my mind a lot, yeah,” he admitted, rolling his tongue over Avril’s nipple. “During winter break, you hyped yourself up a lot. You’re not afraid of some competition, are you?”

Snorting, Avril flicked him on the crown of his head. “Obviously, I’m going to play along. You’ll get your heap of blowjobs from me—startingnextweekend. Based on that time, I bet Tess didn’t try all that hard. She wanted to set a time that could be easily beaten, didn’t she?”

“Maybe.” Liam shrugged, then a glint of light caught his eye.

“I’m sure she could have done better,” Avril said. “I’m sure she’s notthatmuch worse at sucking your cock than I am.”

“Says the woman who won’t suck it today, so we can see,” Liam remarked, eyes drifting toward the object that had created that glint. It was the ice cream scoop that Avril had used to get him his most recent scoop of ice cream. She’d set it down over here, apparently. He hadn’t even noticed.

“What, do you think I’ll bepracticingover the week, somehow?” Chuckling, she kissed his head again. “Just wait your one week, baby. Then you can cum in my throat until you can’t cum anymore.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Liam said, kissing the highest spot of her areola. At the same time, he freed her other breast, imitating what she’d done a few minutes before. Avril didn’t stop him, probably expecting that he’d move his mouth over to that underappreciated breast.

He would. Just not yet. First, he had some chill to add, and a little flavor too.

In an odd gesture, he extended his left arm to the side, naturally drawing Avril’s attention. His right chose to be a little more subtle. Collecting the ice cream scoop, he carried it to Avril’s newly exposed breast before she could react.

And then shereallyreacted.

Sharply inhaling when the cold implement met her stiff nipple, she straightened her spine. Once she’d seen what he was doing, she glared at him.

“A little warning goes a long way, Liam.”

“So doesnowarning,” he said, smiling.

“Rude boy.”

Still smiling, he rubbed the sloping back of the scoop over Avril’s nipple. It hadn’t been out so long that the ice cream on the back had started melting too much, so it smeared on relatively thickly.

“You know, you’d better extra wash that one when we’re done here,” Avril said. “I won’t be letting anyone think theycould get a taste of me so easily. I cost way more than a scoop of ice cream, Carver’s or not.”

Liam snorted and focused on adding a bit of butter pecan to her areola. Once he was through, he set the scoop down,thenmoved his mouth from one breast to the other.

“I’m just making sure I can actually get a taste of this flavor. You distracted me from getting to take even one bite of what you made for me.”

“Oops,” Avril said, not a hint of sorriness in her voice.

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