I did.
His fingers pushed in, and I sucked the tips of his fingers.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I watched as he undid his belt, popped the button on his slacks, and then pulled down his zipper. Dustin bent down to speak in my ear.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, then tonight when I get you home, I’m going to fuck it again.” He gave me a wet, dirty kiss. “Open your mouth.”
He pulled his cock out, the skin slightly darker than the rest of him; he was clean-shaven. I had a moment of worry that I’d disappoint him, and then he was pushing inside, and I closed my eyes as I tasted him for the first time.
“Oh fuck, Hadley,” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
I pulled my head back slightly, my mouth covering his tip, and my tongue flicked against the head. I looked up and met his eyes. I almost orgasmed just at the sight of his lust alone. I pushed his slacks over his hips, freeing him, giving myself more room, and then I sucked him softly back inside my mouth.
“Fuck.”
My head bobbed back and forth on his cock, my hand at the base moving up and down in the same motion as my head. I didn’t rush, and he didn’t push for more. I cupped his balls, gently, rolling them. One of his hands lifted from my shoulder to tangle in my hair. Still, he didn’t force me to take more or go faster.
I had complete control.
I opened my mouth wider, letting him sink in farther. He hit the back of my throat, and I whimpered with need. It broke his control. His hips flexed, and he pushed harder, and I took him. As I swallowed, more of his length entered my mouth. I kept bobbing my head and jerking his base, and he kept thrusting.
“Oh, you good fucking girl,” he breathed. His head tipped back. “Fuck, Hadley, I’m going to come.” He moved to step back.My hand snapped to his tight ass, and I pulled him into my mouth, my intent to swallow clear. “Oh fuck...” Both hands were in my hair now, twisting, tightening, holding me. “Fuck, here it comes.”
His growl was deep and guttural, and my pussy was so fucking wet, I was worried I’d have a damp patch. I swallowed all he had to give, and when he was done, we were both breathless.
Dustin stepped back. He looked wrecked and horny at the same time.
“Up,” he commanded. He helped me up, turned me, and bent me over his bed. He unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. “Get on the bed.”
I got on, he pulled off my pants, lifted my hips, and then his mouth was on me. Licking, sucking, hungrily devouring me. His finger slid inside, and I bit my arm to hold back my moan.
“I can’t fuck you the way I need to fuck you,” he told me quickly, between licks. “But I need to feel you coming on my tongue or I’m going to go crazy knowing how wet and needy this pussy is without me filling it.”
I wasn’t capable of words. Somehow, he moved us, and I was straddling his head, his face turned up toward me.
“Sit on my face and take what you need.”
I did as I was told.
It was fast, it was hurried, and it didn’t slake my thirst for him at all.
His family was downstairs drinking coffee and waiting for us. He’d kissed me in the car when nobody was watching. He’d held my hand on the way in.
This wasn’t just sex. When had it stopped being just sex?
I was beginning to wonder if my need for him would ever fade, and the way he looked at me made me think he might be asking himself the same question.
Chapter 35
Dustin
The drive home was the fastest I’d ever driven and the longest journey of my life.
I couldn’t keep my hands off Hadley. I could still feel her tongue on my cock and taste her on mine. Which was impossible, because I’d rinsed my mouth after we were done. Twice. I’d then had dessert and coffee. But I could still see her sitting above me, holding her sweater up, staring down at me as I ate her out and had her biting her sleeve to stop from crying out.
When we went back down, my dad made a quip about how he thought we’d be longer, and my mom shushed him, saying I wasn’t a boastful boy and that looking at my trophies and medals wouldn’t take long.