Page 11 of Bang Buddies With Benefits
In a lot of ways, our conversations devolved into combativeness because we were too much alike. Stubborn. Hair-trigger tempers. Both of us sure we were the more logical, and therefore, always right.
But our libidos were also tuned to the same frequency, and so we carried out our diplomatic “conversations” with our bodies. There, our basest selves were able to form an alliance, one negotiated through passion and pleasure.
Wow. Your poly sci nerd is showing.Only those closest to me knew I even had that side of me, and that was one of the hazards of being stripped of my inhibitions, I supposed. Not that I wasn’t proud that side of me existed, but that access was very limited, and I preferred it stay that way.
A beautiful, sated smile curved Cat’s red lips as she lifted her gaze to mine. “God, I needed that.”
“I could tell. Once you get the hang of proper manners, we’re going to have to work on your patience.”
She sat up and shook her head, her long dark curls brushing her pert brown nipples. “Many have tried, and they’ve all failed. Patience is for those with time.”
“Or those who’ve realized that time spent happy is better than glaring at the clock and resenting it for ticking.”
“Agree to disagree,” she said, something she’d never accept from me. She pushed to her knees, and I expected her to reach for the clutch I’d withheld from her earlier. Instead, she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft.
A grunt came out, and mischief danced in the depths of her eyes.
“Since we’re giving out lessons, you need to learn that you should never tease someone if you’re going second.” She twisted her hand as she dragged it up, all the way to the head of my dick, and swiped her thumb over the pre-cum that’d formed.
Then she dipped her head. Every cell in my body screamed at me for catching her chin a couple inches shy, but I didn’t want her to think she owed me anything. “You don’t have to reciprocate that way. Like I said, it was just a fantasy that went through my brain at the sight of those plump red lips.”
“Oh?” False innocence crept into her features, far scarier than any other sentiment I’d seen in them before. The itch I longed for her to scratch roared louder than my alarm, my need for the woman reaching previously unseen heights.
She batted her lashes and opened her mouth wide. She stuck out her tongue, farther and farther, until it was a mere inch from my swelling cock. It reached for her, straining with an agonizing fervency that forced my lower half to tilt in her direction. “So, you don’t want me to…?”
Sparks of light danced across my vision as she ran her tongue down the length of me, feather light. Torture. Wicked agony. There were no other words for it. She planned on paying me back, and I volleyed between regret and admiration. Perhaps a bit of desperation. I panted like a dog, tongue out, eager for praise and affection. “I wouldn’t say that. I just—”
Catalina opened her mouth wide, encapsulating most of my arousal in her hot mouth.
“Fuuuuck.” Not eloquent, but all I could manage.
“Next lesschonnn,” she murmured around me, the vibration of her voice searing a trail right to my balls. “Ithhh in yer besth intrest to lemme have my way.”
My eyes rolled back in my head and my hips gave an involuntary jerk. Not that I didn’t appreciate them for doing so. But I was no longer in control, not in any sense of the word.
Catalina sucked me deeper, cheeks hollowing out as she swirled her tongue around me. I twined my fingers in her hair, careful not to pull but afraid to let go. Then she proved that she could do more with her mouth than present dizzying arguments I could hardly keep up with.
“Do whatever you want.” My voice scraped my tight throat on the way out. I pistoned my hips with the bobbing of her head, and just when I was sure I’d reached peak pleasure, she cupped my balls.
My self-control thrashed in the amazing sensations having their way with me—inCatalinahaving her way with me.
“Cat, I’m going to come. If you want to have sex than we need to—”
The sadist sucked me deeper, adding the lightest scrape with her teeth as she moved her hand from my balls to the base of my cock. Desire overtook the blood in my veins, turning it molted as every inch headed south to experience the ecstasy.
Unable to hold on any longer, I exploded, bracing my hands on Catalina’s shoulders as I released every last drop.
She swallowed and then swiped her tongue across her upper lip, and all I could do was gape at her. “You good?” she asked.
“Am I nodding? I’m trying to nod; I just don’t quite have full control of my facilities yet.”
Her low laugh filled the air between us. “Considering you said ‘full control of your facilities’ I think you’ll live. But if you lose that battle”—she patted my bare ass—“I want the record show that surprisingly, I’m not the one who killed you.”
“Pfft. Not like there was ever a chance of that happening. Once you go Zac, you never go back.” I added an eyebrow waggle, and Cat rolled her eyes so hard her brown irises disappeared completely. Still, a hint of my victory quivered in the corners of her mouth, her battle to hold on to her unaffected front a breath away from cracking.
I poked at the spot where her dimple would flash as soon as I coaxed out a full smile. “Come on. You can admit it. You’ve grown accustomed to my face.”
So close, but she bit her lip, determined not to give in to my humor. “More like your dick. And your tongue.”
