Page 116 of The Tape Job
“I was a teenage boy with a crush on his best friend’s sister. What do you expect?”
“Hmm, I guess that makes sense.”
“Now, take your panties off and spread your legs. I’m going to get a towel. I’ve been wondering if I can make you squirt again.” I wasn’t horny before, but the way he says it has my legs slightly wobbly with anticipation. “Actually, you should pee first, remember?”
I can feel the heat flooding my face. I do remember. I remember him reading up about it and learning about the dos and don’ts of it all. I thought it sounded disgusting at first, but the orgasm was something else. I get up and use the bathroom, trying to stop my legs from shaking. By the time I make it back to bed, he’s laid a towel down, and he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“On the bed, legs spread, baby girl,” he says, grabbing my hips. But to my surprise, he pushes me onto my knees and shoves me forward so my ass is in the air. I position myself so I can peer at him, even if it’s a little awkward.
I’m fully exposed. The previous conversation is now a distant memory as he runs his palms up and down the backs of my thighs. Slow and steady. Teasing. I can feel myself getting wetter.
“Fuck, Vic, you’re soaking wet already.”
A single lick is all it takes to make me quiver. I gasp as his tongue brushes over my ass too. Then I feel a finger slip into my pussy, and he hits my G-Spot straight away as if he’s reaching for a light switch.
“Do you like it when I lick your ass?” he says, his voice deepening. He knows I do. I sigh as his tongue flicks across my ass again before he works his way to my clit. “Tell me.”
“Yes. I love it.”
“Do you? Are you sure?”
“Yes. I—” my breath catches as he licks again.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Tell me what I should do next.”
He knows what I want next. “I want you to show me you’re in charge,” I say. Then, he spanks me before rubbing his hand over the patch he just spanked.
“Do you want more?” He pushes his finger back inside me.
“Yes,” I say, almost shamefully. But I have no shame, really. I love it and I want more. I push back on his hand, desperate for friction.
“Fuck, you’re so keen. Do you love fucking my finger, Vic?”
“Yes,” I say, and he spanks me again. I’d rather I was fucking something else, but right now he could do whatever the hell he wants.
His thumb finds my clit, and he rubs quick circles. Then another slap on my ass.
“You’re doing so good, Vic. You’ve made my dick so fucking hard, you know that? I love seeing how much you want me to make you come. Just relax.”
He pulls his finger out, and his tongue replaces it. I can see stars.
“I’m so close,” I breathe. It’s a beg for him to make me come, but he stops.
“Flip over.”
And when I do, he’s looming over me with his dick in his hand, stroking it ever so slowly. I want to ask him to fuck me; to satisfy the ache deep inside me. But I can’t get the words out. He pulls me towards him slightly, throwing my legs back so I’m open to him. His finger slips back inside my pussy. He rubs that spot inside me, gently at first, then with more pressure.
“Rub your clit. Show me how much you want to come.” And I do. Because I’ll do anything he tells me to. “How much do you want to come, Vic? Because you need to relax, remember?”
Then, to my complete surprise, he pulls my hand away from my clit and sucks my fingers. “Are you still on the pill?”
“What?”
“You heard me. Answer the question.”
I nod, too horny to care at this point. He leans down and takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on it at first, then flicking it with his tongue.
“I think I’m going to come,” I say, trying to go with it, relaxing as much as I can. He sits back on his calves and pushes down on my pubic bone as he rubs at my G-Spot. When I come, I let out a moan that turns into a gasping breath that I don’t care if anyone hears. And in a flash, Liam pulls his finger away, and there’s a gush of something.
