Page 9 of Midnight Kisses
I felt more alive in this moment than I could remember feeling in years—it was like driving fast with the windows down, or screaming into the wind. Every feeling was heightened, every sense pinging. I wanted to run, to scream, but most of all, to come. Forcing myself to keep breathing, I studied the man’s heavy lidded expression and the dent his fingers were pressing into my thighs. It was indescribably hot watching this moneyed prince on his knees for me, my arousal all over his face. He would look handsome doing taxes, I was sure, but he looked especially handsome eating my pussy.
Obviously, I knew I was gorgeous, but sometimes if I wasn’t on guard other people’s small-brained toxicity could seep into my purview. Cut to how wonderfully grounding and liberating it was to be intimate with someone like this guy, who saw me accurately as a hot babe and was expressive showing his attraction to me. No matter how much mental work I did, or what stage of bodily acceptance I or anyone else reached, the experience of being adored and worshipped would always be potent.
“Please,” I said, my breathiness making the words staccato. “Please. Make me come.”
“What would get you there?”
“I want—” my bravery faltered, but I rallied.
You couldn’thalflet a man eat you out in the bathroom at an event you were working, you had towholedo it.
My instinct was to tell him I wanted his cock inside me. But that wasn’t the truth—it was just that a conditioned part of my psyche felt that his efforts thus far had been unreciprocated and he should get off too. But this wasn’t a man who said things just because it was polite. He said what he wanted to; did what he wanted to. I’d known him for all of five minutes and I already knew that with complete certainty. If he said he wanted to eat my pussy until I screamed, he meantI want to eat your pussy until you scream.
And I wanted that too.
I took a bracing breath and asked.
“I want you to finger fuck me while you suck on my clit. I want you to pump into me with your fingers, working me so that every step I take tomorrow makes me think of you.”
I had all of one heartbeat in the silent room to wonder if I had gone too far.
But he snarled—snarled—and drove his face back into my pussy.
When his fingers pressed back inside me, curling until he found the spot deep inside me, I keened. He bore down on it while he sucked my clit, and I gripped fistfuls of his hair as my feet started to tingle and my legs began trembling, shaking my curves.
Distantly, I heard the crowd outside begin a fervent countdown to midnight.
“Almost—” I panted.
He did what I asked then—pumping his fingers into me, rapidly parting my plush inner walls and making me wail, one long and endless sound that carried through every quivering nerve. My legs flung out and my loose shoe fell from my foot. With one final scream, I came. Hard. As cheering split the air and the faint pop of fireworks sounded, I orgasmed over my stranger’s face.
He sat back on his haunches and wiped a hand over his grinning, glistening mouth. “Happy New Year.”
CHAPTER 4
MILES
Dazed,she slumped back on the chaise, resplendent in her pleasure.
I felt like a king.
Licking my lips I told her, “You taste like every fantasy I’ve ever had.”
She mumbled something incoherent and I grinned harder. My dick was verging on a medical emergency it was so stiff, but it was worth it to feel her fall apart under my mouth like that and see her so satisfied now.
Some of my smug satisfaction fled when it occurred to me I was going to have to pull damp pants over this vicious erection to leave the bathroom.
As I was contemplating this, she sat bolt upright. “It’s midnight!”
It was a second before I replied, because I was watching her tits sway. “Either that, or someone fucked up and let the fireworks off early.”
Instead of laughing like she was supposed to, she groaned, scrambling under the chaise for her lost shoe. She jammed itback on her foot and did up the strap as she moaned, “I’m late. I’m never late. Tala is going to kill me.”
“What’s a Tala?”
“In Samoan it means tale. Like, story. It’s also my roommate’s name, she’s waiting for me.”
“What do you mean she’s waiting for you?” This conversation had taken the kind of turn that was weird to be without pants for. With a cursing under my breath, I scooped the fucked up fabric off the floor and started pulling them on. “I’ll give you a ride home. I can call a car.”
