“We could always beat them at their own game.”
“You mean scream our heads off and pretend we’re having sex?”
My dick perks up at the thoughts rolling through my head. “We don’t necessarily have to pretend.”
Her gaze snaps to mine. “You think we should have sex?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of me touching you, tasting you, making you come so hard that you can’t help but scream loud enough for them to hear.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be very loud. When I… touch myself, I’m very quiet.”
I take a step closer, then another, until I’m close enough to run my fingertips along the low neckline of her sundress. When she shivers, I smile. I don’t mention the little moans she made when I kissed her on the plane. I think I can pull a few more of those from her, at the very least.
“It’s a little different when someone else is touching you.”
“Is that what a sugar daddy does?” she asks.
“I’m not sure I fully know. I’ve never been one before.”
“Is that what you want?”
I get close enough to whisper in her ear. “I wouldn’t mind you calling me Daddy.”
She pulls in a sharp breath and turns her head so we’re eye to eye. The ball is in her court, so I wait one second, then two.
“I want you to touch me, Daddy.”
That is all the permission I need. I draw her closer and taste her lips again. This time, I don’t hold back. I explore her, taste her, touch her.
Those little moans are back. She must not realize she’s making those sexy little sounds. And they get louder with each touch.
At first, I coast my hands over the soft material of her dress. I trace the lines of her back down to her slender waist. Then I follow the flare of her hips.
Luna’s near the bed, so I walk her backward. She loses her balance, but I catch her and lower her gently onto the mattress. She watches me with wide eyes as I slide her skirt up, kissing each inch of skin I uncover.
I smile when I have her dress bunched up around her waist. Light pink panties with little red hearts on them. My lips spread wider when I see the wet spot right where her entrance is. Leaning in, I glide my tongue over that spot and taste her for the first time.
Luna makes the sweetest little high-pitched noise. I hum at the sweet, salty flavor of her. She shivers in response.
When I hook my fingers into her panties, Luna sets her feet on the mattress and lifts her ass, allowing me to pull her panties down her legs. They get caught as they slide down to her knees, because my shoulders keep her legs spread wide so the panties can’t move any further.
But I don’t get out of the way. Instead, I lift her legs up toward her chest. Her thighs are open just enough to give me full access. Her skin glistens in the sunlight streaming in through the window.
I swipe the flat of my tongue from her opening to her clit. Luna arches her back and moans. With every rasp over her, Luna gets louder and louder. She’s so open, so responsive.
She wraps her arms around her knees, holding herself up and open for me. That frees up my hands to spread her pussy lips open, to see how pink and wet she is inside.
As bad as I want to fuck her, I’m going to hold back, to only use my mouth and hands to get her off. My thumb glances over her clit, making her shout out, “Oh, please!”
I can’t help the uptick at the corners of my mouth as I settle in to show her what I can really do. As soon as my pointed tongue presses inside her, Luna becomes a flurry of movement.
She pulls one knee practically to her armpit as she frees one foot from her panties. With the other leg, she kicks out, flinging the panties across the room. That allows her to spread even wider for me. Her thighs part and so do the lips of her pussy.
I scoop my hands beneath her, lifting her ass off the bed, holding her to my mouth, feasting on her.
“Nngh,” she whines as her fingers card through my hair.
The back of her knees rest on my shoulders. Her heels dig into my back as she tries to press herself closer to my mouth.