She feeds her hands through my hair, gripping me hard as I suck and nibble at her clit. “Oh my god,” she pants, tossing her head back. When I look up and see her eyes closed and my shirt wrapped around her, my mouth moves faster on its own, I swear. I eat her sweet pussy voraciously like if I don’t I’ll fuckin’ die.
Pressing one hand into her pubic bone, applying a small amount of pressure, I continue feasting, groaning, and grunting with each stroke of my tongue inside her. Fuck, she’s so wet, so tight, and–
“So close, I’m so,so close,” she moans. With one hand still holding her dress and pressing into her groin, my other slides between her legs, the tip of my finger edging around her hole. Poking inside, she flinches for a moment before relaxing against my mouth and finger. She wants this. “Make me cum, Atti,” she breathes, lifting her head long enough for our eye contact to sizzle through me like sparks of electricity. With my mouth firmly planted on her cunt, I flick my tongue and watch her expression melt as I eat her up to the edge of orgasm.
She pulls my hair, explores my stubble, slaps at my shoulders–all the while, her body goes concave, her eyes pull shut, and wetness rushes out of her, warm and sweet, as she orgasms on my face.
“Oh,” she slaps my shoulder, trying to be a good girl and keep quiet. But the orgasm is too powerful. “Oh, oh, oh fuck,Atti, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she wriggles and writhes against the car as she cums, each rush of molten nectar she gives me, I take.
I swallow what I can and don’t shy away from it as she continues to ride my face, using my head as her handlebars.
“What the fuck?”
Her gaze jerks sideways, and I don’t bother looking. Because I’m eating, and no one interrupts me when I’m bingeing my favorite fuckin’ meal.
And anyway, I know it’s Kurt. The biggest tool in America. Wait, scratch that shit. Reynold Porter cansharethe title with this guy.
“Kurt…” she breathes, her fingers tangling deeper into my hair when she sees him. “I’m…”
I don’t let her finish. I add another finger to her ass and push inside deeper, earning me a squeal. He can’t see what I’m doing, but he knows. And it tastes that much sweeter.
She slaps at my shoulders, finally getting her hands free from my hair. “Atticus,” she says, panting, but her tone is still so soft I know her plea bears no power.
I press kisses to her sticky, bare cunt, loving the way she trembles a little against the truck. And it ain’t the cold.
“You’re picking up the check,” Kurt says from his spot watching us.Hey fucker, only I get to watch my girl cum.
I take my hand off her pubic bone to give him a thumbs up, followed by snow crunching as he presumably stalks off. A minute later, she’s back at my hair, grabbing, this time to peel me off her.
“Let go,” she hisses down at me, all the pleasure of a few seconds ago completely gone. It’s scary how women can do that, shift moods so damn quick. She wriggles away as I rock back to my feet off my knees and stand up.
“What the fuck was that?” she asks, looking all around us while she does. I’ve lost her focus completely. Her hands come to her head and she holds her temples, looking like a woman who's just been caught cheating.
He’s nobody. He’s a fuckin’ dud. Why is she worried?
“I asked you if you wanted it and you said yes,” I say because that’s the truth.
“I know,” she admits, and even though she’s admitting that she wanted this, she’s… still mad at me.
I don’t understand why.
She takes a steadying breath and shimmies out of my flannel. I hold my hand out. “Put it back on, it’s freezing.” Giving me a moderately terrifying look, she snatches the suit coat off the ground and holds it out by two fingers.
She looks at me after looking at the dripping suit jacket. “This is ruined.”
“It will dry.”
She drapes the coat over her arm, and her teeth start to chatter.
“Put the fuckin’ flannel back on, Goldie. Don’t be a goddamn martyr.”
I reach out to wrap the shirt around her, at the very fuckin’ least, but she whips back, alluding my grip.
“You’re right, I did come out here. I did let you do that. I won’t act like I didn’t.” She swallows, pressing her hand down over the wet suit coat on her arm. “But that was a mistake because this,” she says, her eyes holding me by the balls as she stares deep into mine. “I’m worth more thanthis.”
“You’re too good for him, Goldie. He doesn’t deserve you.”
She smiles, but her eyes are kinda crazy. “Yeah. You’re probably right. But I’m standing in a satin dress in the snow with a man who ate me out but won’t tell me he likes me” She smiles again; this time, I feel kinda crazy. “I deserve better than this, even if it was good.”