Page 27 of Crazy Good
I replace my thumb with my tongue. I suck on her clit and flick it with the tip of my tongue at the same time. She raises her hips. I push them back down to hold her in place. Very slowly, and also very carefully, I insert another finger into her. I can feel her hips trying to move.
“That feels so good,” she moans, grabbing my hair, pulling my face closer to her. I work my fingers a little faster, but always keep the same tempo with my tongue. That’s the key. My mouth is so wet from her, and she tastes so sweet that my head is clouding. Usually when I go down on a girl I can think about other things, not right now though. I have single-minded focus.
When her whimpers grow a little more quiet I know I’m about to make her fucking thighs tingle. I hook both fingers and rub her spot. She yells out. It echoes in my room, and I think it’s probably the loudest and sweetest sound that has ever come from my bedroom. Her whole body stiffens, and I let her hips go so she can fuck herself with my fingers to her heart’s content. Her pussy grips my fingers over and over and over; it’s the orgasm that went on and on and I’m the one who gave it to her. She flops down, totally spent, breathing hard, her eyes closed tightly.
I slip my fingers out of her, after the spasms stop. I leave my mouth on her, knowing how sensitive she is right now. She sighs, this contented, happy fucking sigh, and it rocks me to my core. I lick her wet slit, wanting to taste it directly. I grab under her thighs and drag her to me until her legs rest on my shoulders. I drive my tongue into her and the taste is indescribably good. She shudders. I look up to find her arms propped behind her head, her eyes on me.
“Do you have any idea how good that feels?” she asks. I lick her from the bottom all the way up to her clit in one stroke. A quiet moan escapes her mouth. Her cheeks are flushed. She looks perfectly fucked. My bulging dick contests that idea.
“Not exactly, but I have some idea,” I reply, lapping a few more straight trails up and down, only stopping to stick my tongue in her as far as it will go on my way by. Her pussy looks like perfection. “Do you know how good you taste?” I ask. She shakes her head.
Making sure my lips and tongue are coated in her, I slide my body up to come face to face with her. I smile. She smiles. I kiss her. She sucks my lips more than she kisses. When my tongue enters her mouth, she sucks that too. She grabs my fingers, the ones that were just inside her, and she sucks them. It’s like my fingers are directly connected to my cock because when I feel her warm mouth sucking them, my hips rock into her, hoping to find a wet hole to play in. She bites my fingers a little. I rock into her again.
“You should take your pants off and try that,” she says. I lick her neck and bite her ear lobe.
“Slow,” I remind her. Even though right now I want nothing more than to bury myself in her and call it home, lock the door, and never leave.
“You’re the first guy I’ve ever let do….that,” she says, pointing down and then licking my mouth.
Pure male pride courses through me at the thought of being the only one. It’s like I own it. Just because I feel like it, I drop down and kiss her directly on her pussy lips. I smile my widest smile when I see her smiling at me.
Sighing, she says, “Also, do you have any idea how your dimples affect me? Not only can I not think straight, but I can’t tell you no either.” I run my hands from her breasts all the way down the sides of her body, stopping at her thighs. Goosebumps rise on her skin everywhere I touch.
“I like responsive,” I say.
“Too responsive?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows. I shake my head in disbelief.
“You can never be too responsive. You probably can’t help yourself now that you know what my tongue can do,” I joke. Something mischievous flickers in her eyes. “Not even if you beg,” I say, reading her mind directly correlating with the look in her eyes.
“It’s only fair that I reciprocate, Mav,” she says. Dick twitch. He’s raising his hand. His turn. His turn. If her face gets an inch away from my cock, I’m sure I’ll explode and embarrass the hell out of myself. That’s not a problem I’ve ever considered. I’m breaking all the fucking rules today. I have more problems now than I’ve ever had.
Windsor grabs my jeans and has them unbuttoned and unzipped before the word “no” can come out of my mouth. Which is just as well, because I may be able to stave off putting my dick inside her, but a blowjob is something I don’t think any male can refuse.
“Please let me suck your cock.” Especially when your girl is begging for it.
Standing I pull off my jeans and boxer briefs in one swoop. I stand there, giving Windsor the opportunity she gave me. Her lead. This is her show now. She bites her fucking lip. Another dick twitch. My balls are in her hands and my cock is in her wet mouth a few seconds later.
I immediately regret standing up because my knees feel like they’re going to buckle at any second. I fist her long hair, but I don’t push her down, I let her swallow it at her own pace. And it is a fucking perfect pace. I look down and there it is. The sight a million wet dreams were made of. Blue eyes, full of emotion, staring up at me, suckingmydick. Her tiny hand pumps the bottom of my shaft and the other hand grazes my ball sack. It feels even better than it did when it was only a mental image.
I can’t resist; I push her head a little bit and she takes my cock deeper. It’s so warm and so wet. Her mouth was made to suck my dick. She keeps her hand moving and licks the sides, the bottom, the tip, around the edges, like a fucking lollipop before sliding it back in her mouth, all the way to the back. There’s no way she can fit my whole package in her mouth; it’s big. Windsor gets an A for effort. She gets an A for everything because I’m already about to fucking come. I knew it would be quick, but this is a new Maverick record.
I rock my hips into her mouth and tighten my grip on her head. Should I give her the gentlemanly tap? Usually I don’t. I tap the back of her head a few times, the telltale I’m-going-to-blow-my-load-any-second signal and she speeds up her pumping hand. Green light. I tilt my head up and close my eyes as I come, like a fucking geyser, down her throat. My legs feel weak. I look down to watch her swallow the last of it. Sex, even almost sex, is the best damn kind of messy. Her spit and my come are all over her…and me. Windsor stands, wipes her mouth off the back of her hand, and then leaps into my arms. I collapse back on the bed, taking her with me.
“That was the best not sex of my life. Just so you know,” I say, still trying to rein in my breathing. She props herself up on her elbows to look at me, a huge smile stretching across her satisfied face.
“Seriously? That really means something…given your extracurricular activities. I’m sort of honored,” she replies. She does this tiny fake bowing motion. What I want to say is that she could have given me the worst blow job of my life—all teeth with no clue what the fuck she was doing –and it still would have been better than a deep throating porn star. Because it’s her. I don’t say that though.
“I’m serious,” I say, kissing her shoulder because it’s bare and it’s right there taunting me. “You are amazing.” She kisses me back, whispering sweet things in my ear. She gets under the sheets and lies down on my side of the bed. I change my mind for the third and final time. This is my new favorite sight. This time though? It scares me.
And then I know. I’ve fumbled with my fucked up thoughts long enough to know why I can’t fuck Windsor. If I do, what I feel would be too real—because it won’t be fucking or bagging or laying pipe.
It will be making love. And then she will own me forever without even knowing it.
Chapter Twelve
Windsor
“If I knew you could cook I probably wouldn’t have disappeared on Halloween,” I say, teasing. I feel like a real bitch for that move. Making fun of it makes me feel better. Hopefully it makes him feel better too.
