“Damn, you smell good. And I know you’re gonna taste better,” I told her.
Chapter 15
Garnet
God, the lumpy brick behind me was almost excruciating, but Win’s tongue—first on my lips and then on my pussy—countered the abrasive, unyielding wall that held me up. The contrast was delicious and searing, a combination of pleasure and pain that left me so dizzy with need, I was afraid I might start to cry.
And shit, I barely knew this guy.
But something about him felt safe. Secure. From the first moment he confronted me about snooping around Grandpa’s property, I’d had a feeling he was a man who knew his strength and made sure to protect the ones he loved. And of course, it didn’t hurt that he was one gorgeous outdoorsman, with his lined, tanned face and unkempt bedhead hair.
And I loved that he checked in with me and didn’t assume he could take whatever liberties he wanted, even if I was nothing more than a puddle of mush under his hands. And at that very moment, his tongue was flicking in and out of the top of my pussy lips, tormenting my clit, which was engorged and hungry for more. My legs were trapped tightly together since my jeans had been pushed down only until just below my ass, which kept Win’s access to me very limited. But he managed to keep busy with the small bit of me he did have.
I dragged my fingers through his mop of hair, kneading and pulling until he moaned, jerking his head back away from my gripping fists. His gaze met mine, and he yanked my jeans down my thighs, past my knees, and to my ankles. He helped me step out of one leg after pulling off my boots, leaving me able to open myself as much or little as I wanted.
But of course, I wanted to give him everything.
I propped my free foot on an upside down flowerpot and offered myself. If I didn’t know better, I could swear he was trying to smell me, which I thought was a little weird until I realized the effect it had on him. He took a deep inhale with his eyes closed and then with his thumbs, he gently pried my lips apart. The cool night air hit my open pussy, which was dripping my creamy juice onto the ground below. He hooked a finger through my moisture and brought it to his mouth. With his gaze locked on mine, he swallowed every last drop.
“God, you taste great. Delicious, darlin’.”
Thank god I had the wall behind me because otherwise I’d be lying prone, unable to do much besides breathe, and of course, let Win play with my tormented pussy. What more could a girl want?
Shit. There were voices getting closer, and then I realized they were coming up the alley. But just before the people—I couldn’t be sure how many of them there were—saw us, they pulled open a door and piled inside, apparently oblivious to Win and me and the fun we were having.
If that wasn’t enough to send me over the deep end, I was suddenly brazen like I’d never been before. I opened my legs even further to invite Win’s attentions and thrust my hips in his face. I’d never felt so slutty, and I loved it.
“You like my taste, baby?” I asked as he buried his tongue in my slit for a long stroke from ass to my clit.
“God, yeah. Fucking awesome,” he murmured, not breaking his stride.
The sensation of his tongue running the length of me, from front to
back, made my legs tremble. He must have noticed, because he gripped my thighs with his huge hands and steadied me. And of course, to push me further open.
“Darlin’, I want you to come for me. Come in my mouth.”
I didn’t need much more encouragement than that. My hands flew up to my breasts where, through my blouse, I pinched and pulled my hard nipples. That, combined with the rough texture of the wall and silky feel of his tongue, brought me to my edge.
My entire body began to shudder, and my breath came in gasps. Fortunately, Win had a good grip on me because otherwise there was no way I could remain upright while he continued tormenting me with his mouth. As I got closer, he focused solely on my clit, creating a tight suction that left my whole pussy throbbing.
That was it.
I screamed, right there in the alley, and came, right there in Win’s face. He lapped up my juices like it was the best thing he’d ever had, neither of us caring any longer who might see or hear us. He stood just in time to catch me as I went toppling, his mouth pressed against mine so I could taste what he just had.
“So good, darlin’…so good,” he murmured in between licking and nibbling my bottom lip.
When I was steady again, he bent to pull my jeans back up and help me zip and button them.
“Wow,” I said. “That was amazing.”
I had a feeling I would sleep well that night.
“You wore me out,” I said, laughing.
“Okay then, lady. Let me get you home.”
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