Page 85 of Blue

“That’s tough.” I tried to sound sympathetic, but I didn’t like another guy’s name in her mouth. “Ryatt?”

“Ryatt and Brad. I’m not sure you’d get along with them. They both ride crotch rockets. Not a Harley in sight today.”

She leaned against the doorjamb in nothing but her tiny lace panties. Pizza forgotten, all I wanted was a taste of her. Blood surged into my dick, and my balls pulsed between my legs. Reaching into the front of my jeans, I adjusted my cock.

Kiss stopped talking and stared.

I stood and closed the space between us. I rasped my thumb over her nipple. The pink bud puckered, and she sucked in a tempting little gasp. I bent and drew her breast into my mouth.

“Blue?”

I moaned, dropped to my knees, tucked my thumbs into the elastic edge of her panties, and slid the scrap of fabric down her legs.

“I need a shower.”

“I want you dirty.” I breathed in the warm scent of her pussy. I sliced my tongue through her slit, nudging her clit with the tip.

“Oh god.” Her head thumped against the wall, and her fingers sank into my hair. “Red light?”

“Green,” I whispered against her soft skin even though I was at a hard yellow. Instead of my fucked up fears, I focused on her. The taste of her, the scents, the quiver of her belly, and the breathy gasps as she edged closer to release.

With one hand, I drilled two fingers inside her, pumping in and out, hooking them to rub the rough patch of nerves to make her break apart. With the other, I unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the metal tab, and parted the wedge of the fly. I shoved down my boxers until my cock sprang free, hard, heavy, and leaking from the slit.

As I fisted my cock, I sucked her clit into my mouth, worked my tongue into her juices, and savored the salty sweetness of her. She glanced at my face, then my cock, her gaze sparking with pleasure, and her lips twisting on an anguished cry of release. I licked her pussy until the final flutters of her orgasm teased my tongue.

I pumped my cock faster, wanting to come with her.

Kiss dropped to her knees in front of me, her tongue slicked across her lips. “Red light,” she whispered and clasped her hands behind her back. Not a red light for her, but for me.

My hand stilled, my balls throbbed, but fuck I wanted in her mouth more than I wanted my next breath. But I was terrified of fucking this up. Making her come was a huge fucking leap for me. I could do this, focus on her, slay my demons the way she slayed hers.

“I promise not to use my hands.” She softly kissed my lips. “Just my mouth.” Her tongue touched mine, her lips parted, breath mingled, and my cock fucking hardened in my hand.

Just her words had me on the edge of release. I stood, continued to fist my dick, and painted her lips with a glossy coat of precum. Standing above her, I said, “Open.”

Her lips parted, and I tapped the head of my dick against her tongue.

“Don’t look away from me,” I whispered. I needed the visual of her mouth, her tongue, her fucking blue eyes staring into mine. “Don’t hold onto me, okay?”

I didn’t have a clue what my triggers were, but her hard nipples, jiggling tits, and spit soaked lips had me ready to nut. I envisioned bathing her face with my cum. I forced my thoughts to stay in this moment with her.

“I won’t touch you with anything but my mouth.” Her warm breath fluttered over the head, my balls drew up, and she gently sucked.

Fuck me. Wet heat surrounded the dome, and her lips caressed the length. I kept my fist wrapped around the base, squeezing for fear of losing my erection. Not this time.

I was all in with her. I choked on the worry and swallowed the fear of failure. Her tongue traced a vein running the underside, up to the crown, and tunneled into the slit.

My imagination couldn’t compare to the smooth softness of this woman’s mouth with her red lips and with her eyes locked on mine.

She took me deeper, a low hum vibrating in the back of her throat. Her lips brushed against my fingers, then she sucked as she pulled back, leaving my cock slippery with her spit.

She inched closer on her knees, keeping her fingers firmly laced behind her back. “Fuck my face, Blue. I want all of you.”

Pressure built in my chest, and I practically pulsed with the need to flee or fuck. My breaths came hard and fast and matched the chaotic tempo of my heart. I braced one hand on her head, gripping her as hard as I dared, clenched my buttocks, and thrust my hips.

My cock slid deeper into her mouth, bumping the tightness of her throat. She felt so fucking good. Lips, tongue, teeth, her mouth a palate of pleasure. I scrunched her hair between my fingers. She choked, but didn’t relinquish the sweet torture of her sucking and swirling her tongue along the shaft. My grip on her tightened.

Tears leaked from her eyes, and her mascara streaked along her cheeks, but she didn’t take her gaze from mine. My balls grew heavy, heat slipped along my spine and burned low in my gut.

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