“Stop trying to squirm away and ride my fucking face.”
I could feel myself rising. I was going to come already, embarrassment be damned. There was nothing I could do about it. Except just before I crested over that wave of pleasure, Massimo moved his tongue and kissed the inside of my thigh.
“Hey!” I protested.
“I told you to ride my face and take what you want... you’re not coming until you do that.”
“What?” I demanded. “Why?”
“Because you need to stop hiding from your pleasure, your body... from taking what you want. Stop worrying what other people are thinking.”
I sighed. Like it was so easy to change habits you’d had for a lifetime. Like it was so easy to go against my programming.
Another slap on my ass had me crying out. It didn’t hurt half as bad as it should.
“No sighing at the teacher, my little stray.”
I huffed and pushed myself up to my feet. I looked down at his face, taking in his smug grin.
“What? You’re going to try and get away without coming? Can you stand it?”
Nope, but I was tired of being the only one who was an undignified mess. The image of him yesterday when he’d come on my panties, his face exquisitely tortured, returned to me. Hmm, that was right. I didn’t need to even use my imagination to torture him right back. I held onto the wall and turned around so I was facing his feet, and then I sat back down, lowering my pussy to hover just over his face again.
“Decided to be a good girl after all?” he murmured.
I could feel his wicked smirk on my skin. He was enjoying my discomfort way too much.
Time to even the playing field. Shifting my ass backward, I leaned forward and rested a hand on his thigh. It flexed, hard as stone, even through his pants.
His cock was still harder than ever, and when I put a finger out to touch it, it leapt against his belly.
“What do you think you’re doing,micetta?”
“Giving you a taste of your own medicine,” I called back, then leaned down and licked up the side of his dick.
He went still at that first, hesitant touch. I angled his dick so it was easier to lick the head. He tasted musky and salty and not bad at all. Something deep inside me hungered for more of that taste as soon as I drew back.
I leaned back down and closed my lips around the tip of him, hollowing my cheeks and carefully pushing my mouth down around him, taking in as much as I could manage.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice muffled beneath my pussy. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”
“Mm-hmm, keep me company,” I murmured, popping off his dick, only to return to the same position.
I bobbed up and down, going on nothing but instinct. It wasn’tpolished. It wasn’t smooth. I went too far down and choked when his rounded end pressed into the back of my throat, and was rewarded with Massimo’s soft curse. Gradually, while I’d been concentrating on turning him on as much as he turned me on, I’d started to grind on his face. I’d forgotten my embarrassment; I’d forgotten everything but how good it felt.
He fucked my clit with his long, probing tongue as I licked his dick, sucking and tasting and enjoying the way his thighs twitched beneath my hands.
I started to rise again, and this time there was no stopping me. I closed my hand around the base of his dick and pumped the shaft, sucking on the head. My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I clenched my thighs around Massimo’s head and moaned around his cock. I writhed on him, working my hips on his face to draw out my orgasm, making stars explode in the darkness all around me.
I still pulsed with pleasure all over when a tug on my hair pulled my head back and his dick from my mouth.
“Good girl, you came all over my fucking face, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or tasted. Now it’s your turn, little stray. You said you were hungry... swallow me down, every single drop.”
He guided my head back to his dick, and I sank down, enclosing him in my mouth. I returned my hand to pumping him, and he twitched under my fingers. He swore now, a litany of curses leaving his sinful lips, urging me on, praising me. It sounded like a prayer.
Then he gave a guttural cry, and his body tensed. His dick seemed to expand in my mouth, pulsing along my tongue, and then he was coming. My mouth filled with hot, salty liquid. It was new, foreign and strange. Globs of it fell from the sides of my mouth where my lips were stretched around him. He came and came, filling my mouth and making it run over.
“Swallow, angel. Fill that empty belly up with me.”