I KISS her before she can say anything, essentially shutting her up, and I enjoy the sensation of her fingers drifting up and down my dick while I continue kissing her, my blood growing hotter and hotter with every pass of her fingers.
Going down on her and making her come was a hot moment. One I won’t forget. Does she even realize how sexy she is? How responsive? I barely touch her and she’s shaking. I shove a finger inside her tight pussy and she’s coming all over me, making a mess.
A hot mess. It didn’t bother me at all.
Her fingers curl around my shaft and start to stroke. Slowly at first, trying to find her rhythm, and once it picks up, I lift my hips, ridding myself of my shorts so they don’t interfere.
It hits me in this moment that I’m naked in bed with Blair Maguire. I never thought it could happen. Or if it would, I’d immediately regret it.
I have zero regrets. This girl is just…doing it for me right now.
“Lie back,” she demands, her sweet voice a little firmer than usual, and I do as she says, folding my arms under my head, much like I did when we were together in my car, watching as she sends me a vaguely dirty look just before she puts her mouth on my chest.
My breath sticks in my lungs as I watch her deliver the same treatment that I gave her only minutes before. Her mouth sliding over my skin, her tongue licking my nipples, nibbling them even. Her lips are warm and soft and they are everywhere. Drifting over my ribs, across my stomach. Her hand is already curved around the base of my cock, gripping it firmly, and I thrust my hips, indicating I want her to start stroking.
She does me one better, sliding downward until she’s face to cock, a little smile teasing the corner of her lips before she sticks out her tongue and licks the head of my dick, like it’s her favorite ice cream on a hot summer day.
“Christ,” I bite out, holding my breath when she continues to lick and suck on the head, her tongue playing with the flared edge, teasing the slit that’s leaking pre-cum.
Sweet little Blair is a dirty girl in bed. She’s giving me head like she’s enjoying every second, sliding my cock deep into her mouth, until I swear I bump against the back of her throat. I prop myself up against the headboard so I can see better, her hair falling in front of her face, blocking my view.
Reaching out, I gather the silky strands in one fist and hold it away from her face. She releases my cock from her mouth, her swollen lips shiny and sexy as fuck when she says, “Pull it.”
I frown. “What?”
“My hair.” She tilts her head to the side and I tug on it gently, noting her wince. “Remember?”
Pull her hair and slap her ass. I can manage both of those here eventually.
She resumes sucking my cock deep into her mouth, pulling it almost all the way out before sliding it back in. I stare at her, fascinated, fucking growling when she pulls me out and grips my shaft, tapping the head against her stuck-out tongue. Really giving me a visual, which I can appreciate.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I finally ask her.
Blair pauses, her gaze lifting to mine as she releases me from her mouth. “What’s wrong? You don’t like what I’m doing?”
“I fucking love it, but it also feels like you’re just…playing with it. Me.”
“Well, it is called foreplay, Cam.” She teases the tip of my dick with her tongue and with a growl, I lunge toward her, cupping her flushed face with my hands. “You want me to stop?”
“No way.” I rub her lips with my thumb, brushing it back and forth. “I want you to suck it harder.”
She nods, her eyes going wide.
“I want to fuck your mouth.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I press my thumb between her lips, pleased when she sucks it deeper. “I want to come down your throat.”
Blair says nothing, and I wonder if I’ve taken it too far. But fuck it.
I keep going.
“Do you swallow, Bumblebee?”
She lets go of my thumb from her lips. “I mean…I have.”
I tug on her face, pulling her closer, her hands on my thighs, my mouth at her ear as I whisper, “I want to watch you swallow every last drop that drips down your throat, baby. Are you up for that?”
She’s trembling. Fuck, did I scare her?
The tiny nod she gives as an answer tells me no, I definitely did not.
“Get on your knees, baby,” I command once I’ve let go of her head.
She scrambles off the bed, falling to her knees on the floor, waiting obediently, her hands resting on top of her thighs. I watch her, my gaze dropping to her tits. Her perfect pink nipples that I’d love to suck on again soon.
Everything about her is perfection. Like she was made for me. Just looking at her leaves my skin tight and itchy. Like I might burst out of it at any given moment. Such a sexy little thing.
Does she know what she does to me? Probably not.
I crawl off the bed and stand directly in front of her, my erect cock waving in her face. She reaches for it and I shift away from her hand at the last second, settling on the edge of the mattress, leaning back to rest one hand on it, my other hand wrapped around the base of my dick.
“Let me feed it to you,” I tell her, and she parts her lips automatically.
Slowly, I shove my cock between her lips, inch by inch. She takes it, her mouth open wide, until the head bumps the back of her throat and she makes a slight gagging noise. Reaching out, I draw my fingers down her throat, murmuring, “Relax.”
She tries, I’ll give her that, but it’s not easy. I’m basically gagging her with my cock and that’s not normally my scene. There’s something about seeing her like this, though. All choked up.
Literally.
“Brace yourself, B,” I warn her before I start to lift my hips, then pull back. Within seconds, she’s got it handled, her body still, her mouth suctioning around my cock as I fuck her mouth. All the kissing and pussy licking and watching her suck my cock has already sent me closer and closer to the edge and I’m not too far from blowing my entire load in her mouth. But fuck.
I want to witness it.
“Part your lips,” I tell her, and she automatically does what I demand of her. I pull almost all the way out of her mouth and wrap my fingers tight around my shaft, starting to stroke. “Keep ‘em open.”
I’m frantic, desperate to make myself come. My breaths are harsh. Ragged. My chest is tight. A strangled groan leaves me at the exact time the first splatter of semen hits her lips, right at the corner of her mouth.
She licks it away quickly, the white substance disappearing on her tongue and I fucking groan, making a mess all over her open mouth. But she swallows it all, her eyes closing, her lips curling up in the faintest smile. As if she’s enjoying herself.
I think she might be.
When I’m finished, I collapse backward on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as I try to calm my racing heart. My erratic breathing. Within seconds, she’s crawling onto the bed to join me, snuggling up next to my side. I curl my arm around her shoulders and drop a kiss on her forehead, holding her tight, and she rests her hand low on my stomach. Close to my still twitching dick.
“Was I too mean?” I ask after a few minutes of silence.
“No.” She tilts her face up just as I look down, our gazes meeting. “I liked it.”
“You liked me coming on your face?” I lift my brows.
“You didn’t come on my face.” She rolls her eyes, feisty as ever. “You came on my lips.”
“Hot as fuck, Bumblebee.” I kiss her.
“I don’t know how to feel about this new nickname,” she mumbles against my lips.
“I call you B, right? And I wanted to give you a nickname in my contacts on my phone, so your brother wouldn’t see that I’m actually texting you, so I came up with what I thought was the next best thing.” I kiss her temple, my lips lingering. “Kind of clever, am I right?”
There’s no response, and for a second there, I think she might’ve fallen asleep until I hear her whisper, “We need to tell him. Eventually.”
We do. I know we do.
But I don’t want to. Not yet.
I’m woken up to the sound of insistent knocking on my bedroom door, followed by the handle rattling. Oh, and the insistent sound of my phone alarm going off.
“Wake the fuck up, bro. Your alarm has been going off for twenty minutes,” Knox yells from behind the door.
“Oh shit.” My eyes crack open and I turn my head, grabbing the phone off my nightstand to check the time, turning off the alarm. I’m late. I have class in fifteen minutes.
But I have a sweet little blonde bundle wrapped up in my arms, her face snuggled right against my chest. I’m not getting up yet.
Looks like I’m skipping class.
“Why the hell is your door locked anyway?” Knox keeps on shouting, and I wish I could throw a pillow at his big head, but I can’t. That means I’d have to open the door and show him who’s in my bed, and that’s a problem I don’t want to deal with anytime soon.
“Go away,” I yell back at him, causing Blair to stir. “And it’s locked to keep you out. Otherwise, you’d just barge in and yell in my face.”
“Whatever man.” I can hear him walk away, and I sink back into the mattress, giving Blair a gentle squeeze.
“He still has no clue, huh?” Blair murmurs against my chest.
“About what?” I kiss the top of her head. It’s like I can’t stop touching her.
“You and me. Us. I mean, I already know he doesn’t know. I just had to ask.” She tilts her head back, her expression sleepy, her eyes tired. I lean in for a kiss, and she swerves left, not giving me the opportunity. “You can’t kiss me.”
“Why not?”
“Morning breath.”
“I don’t give a damn.”
“Yeah, you will. No kissing.” She keeps her head averted.
“You’re being ridiculous. I’ll take care of the morning breath problem. At least for myself.” I grab her, pulling her up. She yelps and I rest my finger against her lips, indicating I want her to be quiet and she nods, those green eyes of hers even bigger.
Next thing I know I’ve got her gripping the headboard, her knees on either side of my head, her pussy right above me. I wrap my arms around her waist and start licking, letting her grind all over my face, my tongue touching every part of her that’s within reach.
It takes nothing to make her come. Might’ve helped that I streaked my finger across the tiny puckered hole between her plump ass cheeks. Did that a couple of times and she was coming with a muffled shout, her hand over her mouth preventing her from getting too loud.
Fucking hot.
I drag her into my connected bathroom once she’s come down from her orgasm, pulling her into the hot shower with me. I soap up her body and she does the same to me, our wandering hands making our skin slick from the suds. She won’t leave my dick alone, but it is hard and constantly getting in the way between us. And when she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth, it doesn’t take me long to come either, sending it all straight down her throat.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask her once she’s gathered up in my arms, our bodies soaked, our skin wrinkled from being under the water for too long. She’s even shivering, her teeth chattering slightly.
“W-what do you m-mean?” she asks.
I press her against the slick tile wall, trying to warm her with my body. I’m so hot I feel like I might burst out of my skin and she’s shaking from being too damn cold.
“If you don’t watch it, I’m going to become addicted to everything you do,” I admit, about as real with her as I’ve ever been.
Her smile is faint, her eyes glowing. “Promise?”
