Page 5 of Unconventional Love

As her breathing slows, I waste no time climbing back up her body, positioning my pussy over her mouth. She willingly accepts, her tongue instantly working my entrance. Mystery man releases a low growl, and I glance over to find him picking up the pace of his strokes as I place my fingers, coated in Sky’s arousal, into my mouth, swirling my tongue and tasting every last drop of her before I go for more.

I want him to play, but he hasn’t made a single move toward us.

I guess it’s time for the real show to begin.

CHAPTERFOUR

graham

My girl is on her knees, rocking her hips forward as she grinds on the mouth of the barista beneath her. I’m almost positive the girl beneath Lemon Drop isn’t getting airflow, but it doesn't seem like she minds. Painfully hard, my cock is begging me to sink into my girl. The thought of sharing her with the barista keeps me planted firmly on the couch, though—I selfishly want her to myself. Never in my life did I think I’d be jealous of a barista, but here I am, naked and panting on a couch for a woman I just met, while her pussy gets eaten by the girl who made her coffee this morning. I should really know her name by now, but my focus is solely on the brunette goddess grinding her hips on the barista’s face.

Now that the moonlight fully illuminates the bedroom, my girl’s tattoo arm sleeve is on full display. Tonight makes a lot more sense when I realize the inked image is a siren. Waves crash over her shoulder, intricate artwork displayed in every detail of the creature's face etched into her bicep and down her forearm.

Lemon Drop moves a hand between her legs, playing with her clit. There’s unmistakable fire in her eyes as she narrows them on me. Her other hand travels up to her breast, paint still glowing as she begins massaging. A breathy moan leaves her lips, and my resolve is weakening by the second.

Without breaking eye contact, my girl leans forward and licks straight up the barista’s pussy. I release a low growl, my willpower shattered as I stand and stalk toward her. As soon as I reach the bed, step between the barista’s legs, grip my girl’s chin, and pull her up to face me. Her eyes drop from mine to my dick, licking her lips, and urging me on. I trace my thumb along her bottom lip before pressing into her mouth. She gladly accepts, immediately sucking and teasing me while looking up through her lashes.

“You make a habit of seducing people, Lemon Drop,” I echo our earlier conversation. A sexy smile spreads across her face. Her game worked, and I’m not even mad about falling for it.

In the next breath, she grips my dick, her eyes roll back as she slowly begins taking each inch of me into her mouth, and releases a moan at the barista eating her pussy beneath her. The vibrations of her moans on my dick have my heart rate picking up speed as I fight the urge to grip her hair and fuck her face until I come. I already know that I want more than just one night with this woman though, so for now, I’ll follow her lead.

My girl releases her hold on my cock and tightens her lips around me. She picks up her pace, my hips involuntarily begin meeting her rhythm as I thrust into her mouth. With her tongue firmly gliding along the underside of my shaft, my girl takes me deep, pausing when I hit the back of her throat and whimpering at the feel of her barista eating her pussy in a way I ache to.

Knowing she’s about to come again has my resolve disintegrating. I fist my hands in my hair as she picks up her pace, gagging as I use my grip on her head to sink deeper between those perfect fucking lips. Tears begin streaking her cheeks, mascara now mixed with the paint on her face. Sky releases a moan beneath her but my focus is solely on my girl.

“Look at you, Lemon Drop. Taking my cock so fucking well.”

With a whimpered moan, My words concocted with the tongue of the other girl on her pussy send her over the edge, and she releases a scream that turns to a gag as I slam to the back of her throat, holding her in place as I spill cum down her throat. I look down at my girl, swallowing every last drop and swipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumb before I pull out. I grip her chin to hold her gaze. Her body is still trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear. “The next time I see you, I intend to fuck more than your mouth.” My grip on her chin releases, and she sinks to the mattress, rolling off of her barista who looks just as satisfied.

My girl mumbles something but I’m already walking away, retrieving my clothes and dressing quickly. It’s now nearly two in the morning, far later than I intended to stay out. Though I didn’t get drunk, I found something far more intoxicating, and the pull I’ve felt to her tonight leaves no doubt in my mind that I will see my siren again.

CHAPTERFIVE

liv

“Go away!” I grumble as someone loudly knocks on my door for the third time. I reach for another pillow to cover my face and block out the incessant pounding. I made a mental note at 3:45 a.m., aftermaybea couple hours of sleep, to never fuck another barista. Apparently, they have to be at work at ungodly hours, I’m not even sure she slept.

“Come on, Liv. Get up,” Jules’ voice calls from the other side of the door, and I reluctantly lift the pillow from my head with a groan.

The sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows sends a pulsing pain through my temples, and I quickly cover my eyes with my hand. I know better than to drink lemon drop shots anymore; I can’t remember a time I haven’t been morbidly hungover after them. I must be getting older though, because my entire body is sore now.

Lemon Drop.

The nickname crashes into me like a tsunami, and I sit up far too fast in the bed. Quickly remembering that the shots aren’t the reason I’m sore at all. The world spins as I search the room, but my mystery man is nowhere to be found.

Memories from last night come flooding back when my eyes find the couch, and as if he’s still beside me, his deep voice takes prominence in my foggy brain.“I intend to fuck more than your mouth.”

My thighs clench in response as visions from the unforgettable night I just had dance through my brain.

“Livvvvv.” Jules knocks again, and I finally get out of bed. Throwing on underwear and a t-shirt, I head to the door, scanning the room as I go for any sort of note left behind by the voyeur. When I don’t find one, I unlock the door and my best friend barges in.

“Samuel’s gone and I’m bored,” she sighs, drops her bag onto the floor, and throws herself down on the couch—the same couch where a very naked man was just sitting hours before.

Do I stop her?

“And you felt the need to wake me up because…?” The words come out clipped and laced with annoyance. I’m a bit deflated knowing that I’ll never see my stranger again, despite his words implying he intends to see me.

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