He lifted his head, but all he could see was the cloud of her hair around his dick, and her body stretched out, face down on the bed.The T-shirt had ridden up to expose her bare ass, and she was kicking her feet lazily in the air.Like she hadn’t a care in the fucking world.
“That was necessary.You know, for your fantasy.”
Her head popped up at that, one narrowed eye peering at him from the cloud of hair.It was bright with arrogance and righteous indignation.“So it was, what, a purely an academic exercise?”
He started to lie, then remembered the honesty pledge.“No, I really wanted to fuck you.”
Indignation turned to satisfaction.“I know.”
“But I really was worried you wouldn’t be able let someone else take control.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” she drawled and wiggled her thumb a fraction deeper.Her thumb was wet with spit, but spit wasn’t lube, and that tiny sliver of thumb felt enormous.
“You’re a sadist,” he accused hoarsely.
“Nope, just vindictive,” she said cheerfully, feet kicking.
He let his head drop back onto the pillow with a groan.Hope kept his legs in the air.“Please?”
“Oh, begging.”The sadistic glee was back.“I like the begging.Please what?”
“Shit, I forgot.”He shook his head to clear it while she laughed so hard the bed shook.“Wait, I got it.Please lick my ass?”
“Very polite,” she praised.“No.”
“Don’t you have to work today?”he asked desperately and turned his head to check the bedside clock.
“Not until noon.Plenty of time.Ask me again.”
The pillow was blocking his view of the clock, and though the blinds kept the room dim, he could tell the sun was up.Which didn’t tell him much—in June, the sun was up by six o’clock.Which meant it could be hours before she’d have to stop torturing him to go to the salon.
Hours.
He sucked in a breath and prepared to beg.“Please, Bailey, lick my asshole?”
“Better,” she mused.“If I do, will you come?”
He blinked at the ceiling.“Well, yeah.”
“Can’t.”
“What?”
“Can’t come.I’ll lick your ass, but if you come, I’m going to be really, really mad.”
He swallowed.His mouth was dry as the Sahara.“What happens if you get really, really, mad?”
“I sit on your face and you lick my ass until I come.”
His grin was so big it actually hurt his face.“Your terms are acceptable.”
She snorted out a giggle and landed a playful slap on one upturned butt cheek.“Then hitch up, slut.”
With scrabbling hands, he got a firmer grip on the backs of his knees and boosted his hips up.His knees were all but in his ears, his dick drooling onto his chest.Her hands cupped his cheeks, bracing to take some of his weight.He felt the tickle of her hair against his thighs, the dance of her breath warm against his balls.Then her tongue was there, slick and hot, right where he wanted it.
His ragged groan mingled with her happy sigh.His hands tightened painfully on his legs as she licked and slurped and nibbled—he had no idea how she managed the nibbling, the angle should’ve made it impossible—and he began to shake, his whole body vibrating with the pleasure racing through him.The tingle started at the base of his spine, just a whisper at first then building, his balls tightening with the gathering orgasm.
He pushed his ass at her face, wanting it, racing for it, then blinked when he found himself humping air.