Page 100 of Taste of Forever
She made a soft humming noise, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she slowly took me deeper into her mouth.
“Holy...fuck.” My fists closed in her hair, head tipping back in bliss. “Okay. I’ll admit I should have let you suck me the other day.”
Heather chuckled, the vibrations running down my length straight into my nerves, my brain, my blood. I realized she was approaching it like an experiment, trying different things with her tongue, testing my reactions and her own limits. She took as much as she could without forcing me down her throat.
“I should have known my Science Barbie would give the best brain I’ve ever had.”
Heather pulled away laughing while she continued to stroke my length with her hand. “That was terrible.”
“What are you talking about?” I rubbed her neck, already missing the taste of her blood on my tongue. “That was a good one.”
“Mm-hm.” She didn’t sound convinced but her tongue swirled my head again, so she must have been a little impressed.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I groaned, head toward the ceiling again. “I thought my mouth was pretty good, but yours...damn.”
My gaze returned to her with an imaginary Justin sitting in a dark corner of the room, and a wicked vindication filled me as I slid back into the fantasy.
“Look at the girl you lost, Justin, on her knees and sucking my cock so well. Can you hear how wet her mouth is? How deep and greedily she takes me?”
Heather let out a little moan, her throat relaxing and taking more of my length.
“You fucked up losing a mouth as talented and gorgeous as this.” I twisted Heather’s hair in my fist, pulling just tightly enough for her to feel. “You probably never got many blowjobs anyway, and I bet you blame her for that. But guess what, Justin?” I started thrusting into Heather’s mouth. “That’s on you, buddy. You didn’t earn them because you’re a piece-of-shit boyfriend. You want a woman on hands and knees for you, happily taking your cock in her mouth? You need to take care of her first.”
Heather drew back and released me with a pop of her lips, a wicked gleam in her eye as she stroked me from base to tip.
“What’s on your mind?” I ran my knuckles over her cheek, endlessly awed by her beauty.
“Is it okay if I...” she chewed her lip. “Touch myself?”
Fuck.
Me.
“Of course you can touch yourself. Your pleasure comes first, always.” I smirked down at her. “Does sucking me turn you on?”
“Maybe.” She said the word shyly, but her eyes sparkled.
“I’m the luckiest vampire who ever lived.”
Heather slid one hand down her body to strum between her legs. I could barely see anything from my vantage point but it was still the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“We should get some toys,” I said, running my hands down her back. “Make your multitasking a little easier.”
Her expression was one of surprise. “I’ve never used toys before.”
I let out an exasperated sigh, narrowing my eyes at the dark corner of the room. “Intimidated bytoys, Justin? Your insecurity knows no bounds, does it?”
Heather smiled before her lips took me in again, gliding over me with exquisite heat, pressure, and softness.
“Make yourself come.” I gathered her hair away from her face, watching her whole body rock forward and back. “Forget about him. I only want to watch you. Show me how much you like this.”
Heather’s moans increased in volume and intensity, her hand between her legs picking up speed with each greedy gulp of my cock down her throat. Watching her come undone was almost too much for me. Combined with her mouth, it took every last thread of control to hold my own pleasure back.
“You’re doing so good…so good…” I wanted to tip my head back and let go, but my determination to watch her would not be deterred. “Fuck, that’s the best thing ever.”
Heather’s body quaked with her orgasm, the shaking release forcing a long keening from her throat, her toes and fingers curling. She was so overwrought with pleasure that she could barely hold herself up on hands and knees. And yet she kept me in her mouth the whole time.
That was what finally did me in. A choked cry of her name was her only warning before my pleasure crested and spilled onto her tongue. My fists curled tightly, pulling on her hair. It had to be painful, but she took my release eagerly. Her throat bobbed with a swallow, and that sexy motion sparked a fresh wave of blood lust. Through my own heartbeat and ragged breaths, her pulse pounded like music in my ears.
