Page 35 of Looks Real Good Now
“Great. Get on your knees at the end of the bed.” I had never seen pupils dilate in real time quite like I did in that moment. I felt so powerful.
“Do I get a pillow?” he asked as he climbed off me and shuffled to the end of the bed. I took the second pillow on his side and threw it at him. He put it on the floor and sank to his knees. I took a deep breath before I lifted my hips and pulled my shorts down my legs.
“You’re bare under your pyjama shorts?” Liam asked breathlessly as I scooted down the bed, bringing the apex of my thighscloser to his mouth.
“If I’m not on my period, yeah, usually,” I replied as Liam’s hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me in the rest of the way. I expected him to say something else, but instead, he sealed his mouth over my clit and started circling his tongue around it.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, my back arching and pushing my pussy down on his face. Liam seemed to relish in that and sucked lightly before getting back to teasing my orgasm out of me with the tip of his tongue. It had been so long since I had felt the warm press of someone’s mouth on my sensitive flesh, while their stubble teased my inner thighs, that I had forgotten how much I loved it.
Liam was laser-focused, and I could only lie there and quietly moan into my hand to muffle the sound, as he brought me closer to the orgasm that had been buzzing under my skin since I woke up.
“I’m gonna—” I couldn’t finish my sentence because my entire body fell over into complete bliss, and all I could do was ground myself by tugging on Liam’s hair with my free hand.
Just as I started to feel more over-sensitive than felt good for me, Liam pressed one final kiss against my pussy and lifted his head. The bottom of his face was slick with my orgasm, and, combined with the dark look in his eyes and the smile on his face, he looked downright filthy. He let go of my thighs, a loss I felt more keenly than I wanted to admit, and stood up, not an ounce of self-consciousness about the evident, unattended bulge in his shorts. He walked back to the tray loaded with our breakfast.
“Now, we eat breakfast.”
24
Liam
Lenny hadn’t put her shorts back on, but she had covered her lower body while she ate her almost-cold breakfast.
The only sound in the room was that of cutlery scraping on plates and the occasional moans of contentment from her when she ate a particularly delicious mouthful. It was a surprisingly comfortable environment considering that we had just crossed a line in our friendship that we could never uncross.
Not that I wanted to go back. I wanted more. More of watching her fall apart against my tongue. More of the moans that she had to muffle with her hand to make sure she wasn’t being too loud. I wantedeverything.
“Why did you feel the need to tell me that you had pubes?” I asked when I saw that she had mostly finished her breakfast. I had a feeling I knew why, but I hadn’t wanted to dive into it earlier lest it piss me off and ruin the mood.
“I dunno, not everyone likes to deal with that.” She shrugged then took a sip of her coffee, now the perfect temperature.
I waited.
“My last two boyfriends said it got in the way of good oralsex,” she said when the silence between us got a bit too heavy.
“But not penetrative?” I scoffed.
“They never had any issue with that,” she muttered. Almost bitterly.
“What standards, exactly, did they expect?”
“Are we really having this conversation?” I nodded and she rolled her eyes. “I guess the ideal was nothing, a landing strip was acceptable, at a push.”
“And they had no leeway with that?” This conversation was pissing me off exactly as I thought it would, but it was bringing with it an unexpected annoyance. Lenny had more important things to think about than having to remember to have hair removed on a regular basis just so her boyfriend would service all her sexual needs.
“Not a lot, no.”
“You know that’s crazy, right?”
“Yeah, and I also know that you are the first person to go down on me in over two years because of it.”
Dual feelings of pride and anger passed through me at that.
“Do I dare ask if he held himself to that same standard?”
“No, and as such, I also have not given a blowjob in two years. You know I’m petty, and frankly, they call it a job for a reason.”
“You didn’t say yes because you didn’t want a life without getting eaten out, isn’t it?” I teased. Lenny took another long sip from her coffee, and I worried that I’d crossed a line, but she let out a soft laugh when she swallowed her coffee.
