“Dillon, put me down!” I demand, but his answer is another stinging slap. “My ass is hanging out,” I protest. This costume is tiny, and from the cool air trickling across my butt cheeks, I know I’m flashing plenty of flesh.
“So what?”
“It’s not very ladylike.”
His chest rumbles with laughter. “Oh, Hollywood, you really crack me up. Do I have to remind you of all the non-ladylike things you let me do to you in Ireland? Or outline the things you’re going to let me do to you again?”
My core pulses with need at his words and the images they conjure in my horny mind.
“I thought so,” he says, sounding pleased when I don’t mount any protest.
He ducks in through a door, taking me into the laundry room, closing it behind him before putting my feet on the ground.
His mouth is on mine in a nanosecond, and I forget everything but the fruity taste of his tongue as it pushes past my lips. Grabbing a fistful of his costume, I pull him to me, kissing him with urgency, needing him closer. His arms band around my body, and he crushes me to him. Our costumes are flimsy, and the evidence of his arousal pushes against my stomach, trying to poke a hole in both our clothing. Liquid lust rushes through me, dampening my panties, and I moan into his mouth, thrusting my chest against his, needing more. If I could climb inside him right now, I would.
“Damn, Hollywood. If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to come in my costume.”
“Take it off,” I demand, rubbing my palm up and down his hard length. “I want to taste you.”
“Yeah?”
I could cry at the look of hopeful anticipation on his face. I know he’s dying for me as much as I’m dying for him, and I’ve kept him waiting months, but advancing things sexually is a big deal for me, and I only want to make love to him when I’m fully ready to commit to him. I am almost there, and this will take us one step closer.
Dillon rips at the costume, tearing it in half in his eagerness to free himself.
I’m crying with laughter as I drop to my knees before him, but my laughter dies when he shoves his compression shorts down and his erect cock springs free, bobbing in front of my face like the most heavenly temptation. He still has his piercing, and my pussy throbs with need. I remember how good his cock felt stroking my insides with the little silver balls taking my pleasure to new dizzy heights. Sex with Dillon was always out of this world, and we had a very active sex life.
I want to have that with him again.
Gliding my hands up his legs, I run my fingers along the inside of his thighs before I cup his balls. Lifting my chin, I stare up at him, keeping my eyes locked on his as my tongue darts out, licking his crown, both sides of his piercing, and the bead of precum glistening there.
Dillon cusses, jerking his hips as his eyes burn with desire. “I’ve got to warn you. I won’t last long. It’s been more than a while.”
His words comfort me. “Give me every drop. I want it all.” Gripping the base of his cock, I stretch his velvety-soft skin before I kiss, suck, and nibble along his length, enjoying every stroke of my tongue against his hot flesh. He groans, thrusting his hips, and I take pity on him, drawing him slowly into my mouth. I pump his cock at the base while I suck and lick, stretching my mouth wide to take as much of him in as I can. Dillon is big, and I almost choke when his tip hits the back of my throat, but the look of lust on his face spurs me on.
He grabs my hair, holding my face steady while he fucks my mouth, and I love it. I love that he doesn’t treat me like I’m a porcelain doll. That he pushes me to my limits, always ensuring I’m enjoying it. Tears leak out of my eyes and saliva drips down my chin as I go to town, loving the taste of him on my tongue and the feel of him in my mouth.
“Viv,” he grits out, a muscle clenching in his jaw. “I’m going to come.”
With my eyes, I urge him to keep going, pumping and sucking him harder as he pivots his hips, thrusting into my mouth. I fondle his balls, moving one finger behind to rub his taint because I remember he liked that. A primal growl rips from his lips as he lets go, and ropes of hot salty cum splash my mouth, shooting down my throat. I stay with him, milking every last drop of his climax, until he pulls out.
Dropping to his knees, he reels me into his arms, plunging his tongue into my mouth and kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. “Vivien, Vivien, Vivien.” He dots kisses all over my face. “I must have done something right in this life to deserve you because you are a fucking goddess among women. I could live a hundred lifetimes and never be worthy of you.” He presses his sticky brow to mine. “I fucking love you, Hollywood. I love you so much.”
“That must have been some blowjob,” I tease, but I’m secretly pleased. What woman doesn’t want to bring her man to his knees?Literally.
“It was the fucking Oscar of blowjobs, sweetheart, and now it’s my turn.”
I shriek as he scoops me up, planting me on top of the washing machine. He flashes me a wicked smile, showcasing dimples and blinding-white teeth, as he turns the machine on.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving you an Oscar-worthy experience.” He winks while parting my thighs and shoving my skirt up to my waist. I’m not surprised when he rips my panties, tossing scraps of lace to the floor, because it’s his signature. “Hello, pussy,” he croons, leaning down so he’s eye level with my vagina. “Miss me as much as I missed you?”
I snort. “Oh. My. God. You are seriously deranged,” I say as laughter bubbles up my throat.
The second his hot tongue lands on my cunt, all laughter fades. He swipes his tongue up and down my slit while eye fucking me, and I’m already squirming when the machine picks up speed and the whole thing starts vibrating. “Oh!” I exclaim as sensation rockets through me. “Oh my.”
“Hold on tight, Hollywood. I’m about to give you the best damn orgasm of your life.”