Page 44 of Not My Fault

Gus hums against me and I move even faster. I’m barely doing anything, but my clit is hitting just right and I’m wetter than whatever river you can think of. The fabric of my thong bunches at my clit, making the friction even hotter. The more I move, the more turned on I get, and the closer I get to chasing this orgasm. Gus’s tongue swirls around my nipple and then over the next. As they keep it going, I can feel myself about to come. Has it really been that long that I’m coming from some grinding and nipple play? I guess so. Gus grips my ass with their hands and moves my hips even faster, and I lose control.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh shit, I’m—” My voice is a muffled mess as my orgasm takes over and I can only see stars. I moan out in pleasure and collapse into Gus.

“God, I thought you singing was my favorite sound. But I might have a new favorite,” Gus whispers in my ear. A shiver runs up my spine and I lean in to kiss Gus’s neck.

“Since we’re just getting started, I have a request,” Gus says.

“Okay?”

“Please sit on my face,” Gus begs. Something about seeing this tattooed person who is usually in control, beg for me to sit on them makes me wild.

I climb off Gus and undress completely, my soaked thong doing nothing to help anyway. Gus moves back on the bed, laying their head on the pillows. I give them a quick kiss before climbing on top of their face and lowering over them. As I line up with their mouth, Gus grips my thighs, and I rock slowly against them. Their tongue starts immediately running through my slit, slurping up every drop of my wetness. I look down, watching as their eyes struggle to stay open and watch as I play with my breasts. I tug on my nipples, which are now sensitive and covered in light hickeys. Squeezing them and playing with them as I moan and rock my hips. Gus’s tongue feels even better on my pussy than it does in my mouth. They suck lightly on my clit, and I grip the headboard so I don’t fall over.

“Oh my gosh!” I cry out, and I can feel Gus smiling against me.

I move my hips in a circle and my pussy glides all over Gus’s face. I’ve never been this wet in my life, but this is months in the making. Why the hell did we wait so long to do this? Gus’s fingers dig into my thighs and then one hand lets go to slap my ass. Every time I rock my hips forward, Gus rewards me with a slap hard enough to leave a mark on my ass. I can feel the stinging sensation along with the heat from each slap.

“Fuck! Right there!” I cry out and Gus slaps my ass one last time before I come, gripping the headboard. “Gus! Oh Gus!”

I’m screaming but I don’t give a shit. I couldn’t contain it if I wanted to. The second orgasm rushes over me even harder than the first one. Gus doesn’t stop licking me clean until I fall into bed next to them. My pussy is throbbing from all the action. I need a second to catch my breath. God, I’m going to have to pace myself with Gus.

“You look so hot sitting on my face,” Gus whispers in my ear. They nibble lightly on my earlobe, and I shudder. My body is like a live wire right now, and I can’t contain it.

“You’re going to kill me,” I grumble.

“Death by orgasms seems like a good way to go,” they say in between kisses along my collarbone.

“No, no; it’s your turn.” I push them off me and slide in between their thighs.

Gus is bigger than me, with more body and squish, so there’s not too much space until they spread their thighs. They took their panties off at some point and I admire their glistening pussy. It has a cute little tuft of dark curls, and their wetness is dripping down their thighs.

“Can I?” I look up at Gus, who is patiently waiting for me to touch them.

“Fuck, please.” They nod.

I touch the tip of my tongue to their clit and Gus’s hips jolt off the bed. I smirk, knowing I have control over them for once. Before they can complain, I press my face into their pussy. Their hand knocks into mine and I intertwine my fingers in theirs. I lap up the taste of them—God they taste so fucking sweet. With every lick, they get wetter, and I just want more. Is it possible to become addicted to the taste of something that isn’t food? Gus’s hips rock against me and their fingers dig into mine as they wrestle with how slow I’m taking this. I have a feeling if I go faster like they want, they’ll be chasing their orgasm in seconds. But I want this to last, so I take my time getting to know their body. Their free hand pushes my head down and pulls my ponytail tightly around their fist.

“God Em, fuck, please,” Gus begs. A sound I will remember for a long, long time.

“Well, if you’re going to beg,” I say, looking up at them with their wetness dripping off my chin.

“Em, please,” they beg again.

This time I listen and suck on their clit. I run my tongue through their folds in a faster motion and Gus’s reaction isinstant. They pull my hair tightly and a stream of moans and whimpers come out of my sexy partner. Their body shakes and their thighs crush my head like a headband on too tight. I can taste their release, and they don’t relax until it fully passes. Knowing I can make Gus come is enough to make me wet all over again. Between the sounds and the taste, I know this is the beginning of a very long night.

TWENTY-TWO

Gus

I’m breathless as Emily lies next to me. I pull her into my chest, and she lays on my breasts, something I don’t typically love. But with her it feels safe. I want to feel close to her right now. We pull the sheets over our naked bodies, and she trails her soft fingertips over the outline of my tattoos. She starts on the ones on my arm and goes to my hand then back again. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in her familiar scent. Her stomach growls and we both start laughing.

“It’s not my fault! I was promised dinner!” she complains.

“I’m sorry, we can order food. What time is it anyway?” I twist my wrist to look at my watch. It’s just after ten fifteen. There are more than a handful of places nearby that are still open.

“Can we still get Thai food?” Emily asks, looking at me with wide, bright blue eyes.

“Yes, what do you want? I’ll grab my phone.” I get up and look around the room for my pants but then I realize my phone is still in the living room.

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