“I want to splash my cum all over your face and those gorgeous tits,” he growls, his hand still gripping his cock hard, as if to hold back his orgasm. “Tell me yes, lass. I want to spurt on your lips and watch you lick it off—if you’ll let me.”
“Yes,” I breathe, the simple answer so much easier. “Yes, please—”
“Fuck, that’s right, lass. Beg for my cum.” He starts to stroke again, his thighs trembling with pleasure, rubbing the tip against my lips as he does so that I can taste the salty wetness already there. “Beg for it—”
“Please, Niall—” I breathe again, and I see his teeth clench as his hips jerk.
“Fuck, I’m going to come—” He grinds out one last warning, and I see it all—the way his cock swells in his fist, hardening even more, the flare of the tip as his entire body ripples with the force of his climax, and I feel the wet heat on my lips, my cheek, my throat as his cum spurts out. “Fuck, fuck—” His accent is thick, the words rumbling as he pulls back, painting my breasts with the next ropes of it, and then he pushes the tip against my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it to take the last of it on my tongue.
“Christ, lass—” Niall is panting, his hand still lightly stroking his cock as I suck. “Fuck, that’s too much—” he drags his cock free of my lips, his eyes wide and glassy as he looks down at me. “You look so fucking beautiful with my cum on your face. Fucking good girl, taking it all like that—”
I arch my back, licking his cum off my lips, and I see his softening cock twitch as I do it, as if I’m turning him on again already.
“Your turn, lass,” Niall pants, moving off of me onto the other side of the bed. “While I get hard again so I can fuck that sweet pussy and arse.” He grins wickedly at me, lazily stroking his cock as he reaches for me. “Come here.”
“What do you—” I start to move towards him, unsure of what he wants.
“Straddle my face, lass. Ride my tongue while I eat you out. It’ll feel good.”
“But you—earlier—” I flush, remembering him thrusting into me on the blanket out in the sand, that I didn’t clean up since we came back, his cum still inside of me.
“I don’t care.” He reaches for my waist, pulling me closer. “Be a good girl, Gabriela, and sit on my face.”
A flush of pure heat goes through me at that, and I feel like I’m in a daze as I obey, straddling his chest and moving up his body. I brace my hands above the headboard as I near his mouth, and Niall stops me just shy of it, his left hand on my hip as his other slides between my thighs.
“I want to find out how wet you are first, lass,” he groans. “How much fucking your sweet mouth with my cock turned you on—oh,fuck.”
His fingers slide between my folds, literally. I’m so wet that his fingers have a hard time finding purchase, slipping over my hot flesh as I let out a cry of pleasure. Everything feels so sensitive there, swollen and aching from waiting so long to be touched again. When he rubs one slick finger over my clit my hips buck towards his hand, wanting more.
“With you this wet, maybe it won’t be as difficult to fuck your arse as I thought,” Niall murmurs. “Come here, lass, and let me taste it.”
I feel myself blushing, the idea of him wanting to lick me so intimately still faintly embarrassing and arousing to me all at once, combined with the knowledge that it’s his cum there too, making me so wet. But he seems to mean it when he says he doesn’t care, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he yanks me forward, repositioning me over his mouth.
“Now ride my face, lass,” he groans, his lips brushing against my pussy. “You’re not too heavy, and you won’t suffocate me. I want you to ride my tongue like my cock, and come as many times as you can until I’m hard again. And then—” he trails off, his hands squeezing my ass. “I’ll take you here, just as you asked me to.”
20
ISABELLA
The first press of his tongue against me makes me cry out, rocking against him as his tongue pierces my folds and circles my entrance, pressing inside. It feels different than his mouth on me before, and I rock against him helplessly, tipping my head back and moaning as his tongue slides inside of me like a small cock, but more nimble. He thrusts it, pressing against my most sensitive spots, and I let out another cry of pleasure as my back arches and his hands tighten on my hips.
He’d told me to ride his face, but I don’t know if I could have stopped myself even if he hadn’t. The pleasure of it is so different, so intense, and he hasn’t even touched my clit yet. I reach down, intent on massaging the aching bundle of nerves, eager to come, but Niall grabs my wrist with one hand, tipping his head back as his tongue leaves my pussy.
I moan in protest, and he grins. “No touching, lass,” he says sternly. “Hold onto the headboard, and come for me just as soon as you can.”
“I can’t—” I breathe out, rocking against his tongue as he pushes it inside me again. “I need more—”
Niall chuckles, a rumbling sensation against my sensitive flesh as if he knows what I need. But he doesn’t give it to me for a moment more, continuing to tongue my pussy, rubbing against the soft sensitive spot inside that leaves me dangling from the edge without being able to quite get there—and then he presses his fingers to my clit, rubbing quickly as he throws me headlong over the cliff.
I feel as if I’ve lost control of my body. My back arches deeply, my hips grinding down onto his face as I come hard on his tongue, hands gripping the headboard until my knuckles turn white. I’m sure I’m suffocating him despite his assurances, but I can’t seem to stop at that moment, too intent on the orgasm ripping through me. I can feel my arousal flowing, drenching his lips and tongue and chin with his cum and mine. I’m faintly aware of how embarrassing it is, but the pleasure overtakes everything else. It consumes me, and I realize dimly that I’m doing the same thing to Niall that he did to me—fucking his face, coming all over it. And he fucking loves it as much as I do, if the absence of one of his hands and the slow rhythm of him stroking his cock behind me is any indication.
When the orgasm starts to recede, Niall pulls back, his eyes glinting with lust. “I know I said as many times as you could before my cock was hard again, lass. And god knows I’m hard as iron already, from the taste of you flooding my mouth like that. But I want at least one more before I fuck you.”
With that, he lets go of his cock, both hands firmly on my hips, and yanks me astride his mouth again.
I’m utterly and completely lost to the pleasure. He moves to my clit after that, sucking and licking until I’m close again, alternating between tongue-fucking me and lapping at my clit with his tongue, until I’m squeezing the headboard and begging, and then he lets me come again. I ride his face through another orgasm, twisting and grinding on his tongue as my moans turn into screams, and then he gently lifts me off, moving out from beneath me.
“I thought about one more, lass, but I’m so fucking hard from that it nearly hurts. I need to be buried inside you, aye?” His voice is thick with lust, more so than I’ve ever heard it, his eyes dark and roving over my body. “Hands and knees, lass, and I’ll make you come at least once more while I’m buried in your arse.”