Page 37 of Opposites (Never) Attract
Another ass slap, another nipple pinch.
“More!” I cried, between my teeth. My orgasm was building.
I tried to hold back. I didn’t want this buzzy feeling in my head to end, even though I knew it ultimately had to. I needed to come. I needed to make him come. A reward for giving me this feeling.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “You can fuck me.” In case there were any doubts. In case he didn’t know how far I was willing to go to thank him for this.
I heard his low grunt, waited for the sound of his zipperopening, and for the push of his cock inside my soaking wet pussy.
It was going to feel so good.
Except there was nothing.
For the first time since he came to stand behind me, I looked over my shoulder. His pupils were dilated, his nostrils flared. I could see the press of his erection through his jeans. What was stopping him?
“I mean it. Fuck me. I need it.”
“You don’t know what you need, sweetheart. But I do. Climb up on the seat. Get on your back. Knees up high. Make sure your sore ass is touching that warm leather.”
What was I going to do? Say no? Not a molecule of me wanted to resist him. I would do whatever he wanted. I laid down on the back seat, lifted my dress, spread my legs. Tag pulled me by my ankles until my ass was just on the edge of the leather seat. I could feel every scrape of the material along my sensitive swollen skin. Before I could complete another thought, he tossed my legs over each of his shoulders, my heels along his back, and he dropped his mouth down on my pussy.
There was no foreplay. No teasing. His tongue pushed through my slit and started licking my clitoris like it was a lollipop. The shock, the firmness of his tongue, the pressure to come already there. I came instantly.
My body jerked and my head bowed back. I twisted, and he held on tight and just kept sucking and licking. I didn’t know if it was just the longest orgasm of my life, or three back to back to back orgasms, but it didn’t stop.
Finally, when it was over, my body was wrung out and limp. My brain…empty. He straightened, made a show of licking his lips, and then dropped my legs so that they dangled over the edge of the seat.
He backed up a few steps as if to give me space. “You ready to deal with your shit, now?”
Was I?
I lifted my head to look at him. “Can we get something to eat, first?”
That made him laugh. “Let’s go get some BBQ, darlin.”
SEVEN
KAITLYN
The pickup bumpedover every rut in the dirt road, away from the butte, towards Widow’s Peak. I could still feel the burn on one side of my ass, and twisted in the passenger seat to put more weight on the other cheek.
“You okay?” he asked me.
Since I was blissed out from the greatest orgasm of my life, and my brain was still mostly numb, yeah, I was totally okay. “Yes, I’m fine. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“I wouldn’t ask for something, and then complain about the effects of it.”
“Noted. But you understand, it’s my job to take care of you from beginning to end?”
“If the BBQ lives up to the hype, you will have succeeded.”
He chuckled under his breath.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked him, interlocking my fingers in my lap to keep them still.
“Anything.”
