Page 35 of Squatch Out!
I crawl between his spread legs and drag my tongue up his shaft before swirling it around his head. Lifting my eyes to meet his, I hum as I lick away the salty drops of cum still clinging to his flesh from earlier.
“Olivia…goddamn,” he breathes, sinking his fingers into my hair as he watches me.
“You like?” I look up at him, then nip at the soft skin just under his head.
“You’re going to make me embarrass myself.” His moan turns to a hissed curse when I wrap my fingers around his shaft, lifting him so I can close my lips around his spongy head.
Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly slide my mouth down, down, down until he hits the back of my throat. I hum at the choked sound he makes when I stroke the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
Before I can drag my lips back up to his crown, and faster than I can process, he bolts upright and flips me so my back is pressed to the mattress and I’m blinking up at him.
“My turn,” he rasps as he hitches my legs over his shoulders.
“But–!” I gasp when he dives between my legs, and the heat of his mouth covers my pussy. We both moan loudly when he licks up my center.
Holy shit, I thought he was a master with his dick. But that’s nothing compared to how talented he is with his tongue.
Sean licks me like ice cream, dragging his tongue through my folds and making sure to get every drop of my cream. When he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, I snap my knees around his head. That doesn’t stop him from alternating flicks and soft laps through my sensitive flesh.
“Sean!” With a cry, I arch and buck against his face until he clamps his hands around my hips to hold me still. In hardly any time at all, he has me howling out my pleasure with his head trapped between my thighs.
Licking my slick pleasure from his lips, he wiggles his way free, then crawls up my body and claims my lips once more. Kissing him while tasting myself is a surprising turn-on. Before I can do more than wonder what other turn-on’s I might discover with this man, he slides between my spread legs and sinks deep inside me.
“Shit!” he hisses. His eyes go wide and he stiffens, going completely still on top of me.
“What? What’s wrong?” My eyes blink open, and I look down at him. Did I do something?
He looks up at me with a sheepish expression. “I forgot a condom.”
I’ve never had sex with someone bare, but having Sean like this doesn’t frighten me like it normally would.Like it probably should.
His conflict if he should pull out is clear on his face. “I’m clean, I swear.”
“I am too,” I assure him, “and I’m on birth control.”
Sean drops his forehead to mine and whispers, “I’ve never done this.”
“Me either.” I cup the sides of his face, gently swiping my thumbs across the smooth texture of his cheeks. When my lips press to his, his cock kicks hard inside me, swelling even bigger.
His tongue plunges past my lips as he pumps his hips to the same rhythm, fucking me into the mattress.
He doesn't stop until he gives me two more orgasms.
I wakewith the first rays of light filtering through the gauzy curtains.
Damnit, I forgot to close the blackout blinds last night.
You didn’t forget. You were distracted, I think as everything from last night comes rushing back: Sean finding me on the park bench. Fucking me against the tree and then coming back here to rock my world for the rest of the night.
I’m half on my stomach, half on my side, with Sean’s warmth covering my back. We couldn’t have fallen asleep that long ago. Why am I awake now?
As if to answer, the phone beside my bed rings.
I don’t remember asking for a wakeup call…
Stretching my arm across the bed, I pick up the handset. “Hhh’lo?” Shit, my voice sounds like I was screaming all night.Ooops! Because I was.
“Miss Andersen? This is the front desk. I'm sorry to wake you at such an early hour, but there is a Mr. Darren Jordan here, and he is insisting that he must speak with you. He says it’s an emergency.”
