then.
When she emerged from the bathroom, he was right there, waiting for her, smiling and looking irresistible. She should’ve gotten out then. She should’ve made a beeline straight for the door.
Instead she kissed him again and tore his shirt off over his head.
It had been so long since a man had touched her with tenderness, with the intent to give as well as receive pleasure. She’d been so lonely throughout her relationship with Trent. She knew this was wrong, so wrong, but it felt very right as he pushed her up against the lit vanity and pulled her spaghetti straps off her shoulders.
He peeled the thin, cotton fabric of her tank top away from one breast and fondled the nipple until she groaned. Then he dipped his head to her nipple and tasted it. His mouth closed around the hardening tip and suckled hard. As he did so, sensation rocketed to her sex.
She fumbled with his belt and soon had his pleather pants undone. She pushed these and his boxer briefs down his thighs. Right now, more than anything, she wanted to taste him. It had been so long since she’d tasted a man, and she loved the feel of a hot, slippery dick in her mouth.
Why had she never been this bold with Hunter? She couldn’t say, and her brain wasn’t into over thinking that at the moment. She only knew she felt strongly attracted to Shane, and she was going to take what she wanted, what he wanted.
She clutched the hair at the back of his head and whispered into his ear, “Let me suck your cock.”
He gave a throaty chuckle and stepped away enough to shimmy his jeans and briefs to his knees. “Well, when you put it that way.” With a flourish, he pointed to his impressive erection. “Be my guest.”
She grinned up at him then dipped her head to his chest. It wasn’t only his cock she wanted to taste. She wanted to lick his honey-gold skin, his tiny pink nipples. She slowly kissed and licked her way down his stomach, lingering at the trail of hair that led to a nest of darker fur around his rosy brown cock.
His shiny, plump glans trickled pre-cum, and she lapped this up before she thoroughly laved her tongue beneath the ridge. Her lover growled out his appreciation and cradled the side of her head in his big palms.
She curled her fist around the base of his shaft and moved it up and down while she sucked on his head and flit her tongue in and out his hole. She used his foreskin to heighten his pleasure. Gliding the extra sheathe of skin up and down his cock like this, she knew, would create a sublime friction.
Then the hand around his shaft cupped his balls and she tugged, tweaked, massaged while she took all of his dick in her mouth. She continued to use his foreskin to heighten the pleasure, sucking this glove of flesh up over his glans as hard as she could. Or she’d take her hand from his balls and tug the extra flesh back while she sweep her tongue back and forth over his shaft. He thrust his dick quickly in and out her hot, talented mouth and whimpered in delight.
“Cum all over my face, in my mouth,” she begged, desperate to taste his seed and feel it on her skin.
“Oh yeah,” he gasped in bliss. “Are you … sure? You can borrow a change of clothes if I spray wide.”
She giggled at his sweet concern and found it touching. “Don’t worry about it. Just aim for the face and mouth. I can use the shower you’ve got in there.” She pointed to the bathroom before she gobbled his cock once more.
“Oh, you bet you can.” His voice was low and guttural, and she knew he was close to climax. “And I’ll be happy to join you, baby.”
***
Hunter walked away from the guy he’d been talking to, cursing when he was sure he was out of earshot. He’d lost Trent about ten minutes ago, and the contact he’d seen Trent talking to turned up nothing when Hunter later approached him with a fake drug deal.
All that and he still hadn’t heard from Sally.
“Mic problems my ass.” He shook his head and walked toward
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