Page 108 of Get Undressed With Me

“Okay, killer, take what you need. Just remember who gave it to you.”

He sounded resigned, but the breathless growl he spoke in gave him away, his excitement, his desire, his needs. Brittanycarefully sat up in the bed, being cautious about how she moved her ribs, and then slowly drew his underwear down to his ankles, throwing them to the side once they were off.

At first she just admired him. The muscles he earned both through the gym and through his job flexed under her gaze. Those long lines led straight down his abdomen to his navel to where his cock lay on his stomach, hard and ready. Brittany licked her lips at the sight, and Gus groaned.

“Fuck, the look on your face. Like you’re going to devour me.”

“I am.”

And then she lowered her mouth to his cock, licking him up in one long lap from base to tip, and he shifted his legs. She leaned over him, laying her forearm across his thighs in an attempt to hold him still, and took him in her other hand, letting her tongue swirl over the head, tasting the precum there. She teased him with her mouth, her tongue, losing herself in the moment. His legs once again attempted to shift under her arm.

“Hold still,” she warned.

Brittany went back, taking him into her mouth, down her throat, as much as she could, and Gus groaned, his hand landing on her ass with a light slap as if he was overcome and needed to get the energy out. His hand stayed there as she began to suck, rubbing her in circles, and she found herself pushing back against his hand. When he slipped into the loose leg of her sleep shorts, he stroked her there.

“Killer, you are fucking soaked.”

Brittany hummed in response, too full of him for actual words. She felt him slip her shorts down along with her underwear, hearing his exhale when she was revealed from the waist down.

And then he lifted her and shifted her until she was straddling his face.

She stopped looking down at him as best she could from this angle.

“Gus?”

“I need to taste you, I can’t wait.”

Gus pulled down on her thighs with both hands until his mouth was right against her. His lips moved, and Brittany moaned, feeling his tongue twist and tease her. Needing to give as good as she was getting, she sunk her mouth back onto his cock, diving up and down, determined to beat him at this game where they both came out winners.

Their pace elevated, with Gus lifting her up enough to dive two fingers inside her, plunging in deep and hard enough to make her gasp, choking a little on his length. His mouth found her clit, sucking her in, and she felt that pull everywhere inside her, driving her higher and higher and higher as she frantically worked him over. When they broke, they broke together.

Brittany did her best to swallow as much of him as she could while her body shook and spasmed with pleasure, and then she lay on him like a blanket, no bones left in her body, no will existing to get her up and moving. She could feel Gus’s rapid heartbeat against her stomach, heard his deep breaths as he floated back down to earth with her, and she knew she wanted this forever.

And then someone banged on the door.

Brittany didn’t move.

“They’ll go away,” Gus told her.

They waited, but if anything, the banging got louder, added in with the ringing of Brittany’s phone. She groaned, not wanting to move from where she had decreed was the most comfortable spot in America. Gus fumbled for the nightstand and answered her phone with a grunt. Long moments passed before he hung up.

“Who was that?”

“Min. She’s at the door. She says she can hear your phone, and if we don’t open up and give her proof of life, she’s going to murder you herself.”

Brittany pulled herself up with a groan, still straddling Gus’s chest as she brushed her hair back. She felt his hands on each of her butt cheeks, kneading them.

“Not now. I have to get dressed before my best friend loses her mind.”

Gus sighed but he let her go, and she stepped with shaky legs out of the bed. Brittany grabbed a pair of joggers and pulled them on, then pulled Gus’s T-shirt on. If Min wanted to show up at some godawful time in the morning, then she’d deal with seeing Brittany less than dressed.

The banging on the door continued, and as Brittany approached, she could hear Min yelling from the other side of the door.

“I know you’re in there, and I’m not leaving, so you might as well just open the door.”

Brittany yanked the door open with a glare, only to be met with Min who had nothing but a relieved look.

“Oh, thank god.” And then Min grabbed her, pulling her into a hug so tight Brittany lost her breath.

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