Page 25 of Party Favors
“You getwet. Like dripping. It’s so fucking sexy the way you soaked my face when you came last night. I want you all the fuck over me.”
Amanda’s body evidently loved hearing that because a rush of arousal slowly slicked down her thigh. Wren stroked her thumb through that slickness and put it right back at Amanda’s asshole, pressing a bit harder this time.
“Oh my God!” Amanda thunked her head down onto the wooden deck and undulated toward Wren’s hand. She hadn’t realized that could feel so good.
The tip of Wren’s thumb slipped inside, and Amanda whined when Wren pulled it back. Wren was no longer licking Amanda’s clit, but her clit throbbed all the same.
The word “more” ripped out of Amanda’s throat before it had registered in her mind. Usually, it would have embarrassed her, but there was no room for embarrassment here. Just passion and sharp-sided need.
“What do you want, Amanda?” Wren ran her tongue from Amanda’s clit to her taint, over and over, teasing Amanda but never quite finishing the circuit. Never quite putting her mouth where Amanda craved it most.
“Wren,” Amanda whined. Wren wiggled her thumb slightly deeper. “Please.”
“Pleasewhat, pretty girl? You want to be bad?”
“Yes.” Amanda’s breath was leaving her in gasps, her chest heaving. Her body was trembling.
“Gotta say it.” Wren nipped the fleshy part of Amanda’s butt cheek. “It will turn me on to hear you ask for it. It can be one of your resolutions.”
“Please, your mouth …”
Wren ran her lips over Amanda’s pussy. “Yes?”
A shiver racked Amanda’s body, and sweat trailed down her temple. She moaned. “My ass, please, Wren.”
“Mmmm. My pleasure.”
The first lick over Amanda’s hole was a shock. She gasped and pushed up onto her hands, arching her back. For one incandescent second, she wondered if she looked like a mermaid coming out of the water, but then all thoughts left her completely. A whiteout in her brain. She was nothing but sensation. She felt nothing but Wren’s wet, insistent tongue and blunt thumb pushing deeper.
The water from the hot tub lapped at her thighs, creating mini waves from Wren’s movements. Amanda hardly noticed Wren’s fingers on her clit at first, too flabbergasted by Wren’s mouth. Then Wren lightly pinched the nub, rolling it hard between her fingers and thumb.
It was all too much. Her body was on overload. Those feelings had nowhere to go. Her muscles kept clenching, tighter and tighter.
And Wren wasn’t shy. She played Amanda’s body like a fiddle.
A fiddle she wanted to make scream.
When Amanda’s orgasm finally hit her, she nearly shook apart. She definitely screamed. And she had no idea how she would ever give this up. How she would give Wren Rebello up.
She couldn’t think about that right now. Nope. Not yet.
Instead, she put all her focus into returning the favor.
It didn’t take them long to make it to the bedroom. Wren didn’t even dry off, just followed Amanda as she raced upstairs.
“Do you need a toy?” Amanda asked.
“Yes.” Wren tore through her toiletry bag and came up with a little thing that fit snugly over Amanda’s index finger. “The Fingerslip. It’s a vibrator.”
Amanda felt almost frantic. Her blood was still pumping fast, and she needed Wren to feel the same way. Wren’s eyes were wild as she shucked her wet boxers off, flopped back onto the bed, and spread her legs.
She had a landing strip of dark hair, and her pussy was rosy and plump with arousal. She was so fucking gorgeous.
There was a tattoo on the inside of her thigh very close to her groin that Amanda hadn’t noticed when Wren had been in her swimsuit. It saidStitch Bitchin an embroidery font.
Amanda traced it with a fingertip. “When did you get this?”
“Last year. I thought about sending you a picture after it was done but felt weird sending a picture of my crotch.”
