“I’ll tell you whatever you want, baby, as long as I can wrap my fat lips around your fatter cock,” I say, wiggling my brows at him.
“Only if I make you come first.”
“Are you going to fuck me, then?” I ask, licking at his bulge through the jeans.
“Not exactly,” he says and pats the couch. “Stretch out for me.”
I’m too flipping horny to say no. In fact, if he insists on butt action without lube, I’ll just accept how walking normally for a few days is overrated. Conor’s hotness has overloaded my brain.
Stretched out on the couch, I grin as he slides off my jeans before sighing at the sight of me in only my bra and panties. Conor kneels next to the sofa. Like any self-respecting man, he zeros in on my boobs.
“Do you play with your tits when you masturbate?” he murmurs while giving my nipple a lick through the fabric.
“Well, duh.”
His lips curve into a smile. “You’re terrible at pillow talk.”
“I’m sorry. Oh, yeah, my titties and me get all hot and bothered together while I’m rubbing one out. Ooh-la-la, now licky-licky and maybe flick my clit so I can come. Then, I can taste your cock.”
“You started strong but flopped at the end, Monroe,” he says, sliding my bra straps down my shoulders. “No man wants a woman licking his cock. That was just a terrible visual.”
Despite giggling at his teasing words, I’m way more focused on his taunting fingers tugging down the right cup of my bra. He looks at my bare tit and exhales in a weird, hungry way. My pussy clenches at the thought of his sexy lips on my hard flesh. Then, I imagine his tongue, and the heat between my legs becomes unbearable.
Conor kisses my nipple. Tenderly, really. His gaze lifts to mine, and he asks in a raspy voice, “Do you want me to lick you?”
Shivering at the look in his eyes, I nod.
“Do you want me to suck you?”
Nodding again, I reach for my wet panties, needing relief. He pushes away my hand and shakes his head.
“My turn. You can be bossy later.”
“Please,” I finally whimper, never this horny before.
Conor leans over to suck at my lips. I instantly moan at the feel of his fingers sliding my panties aside and exposing my overheated flesh to the cool air. His lips leave mine and suck at my nipple like he did to my lips.
My hips buck when his knuckle scrapes my bare clit. I’m already on the edge of coming. Conor has been in my thoughts for weeks, and I’ve enjoyed many masturbatory sessions with him in mind. I’ve fantasized about him caressing my clit and sucking at my nipples. Now, Conor is actually touching me. Not sloppily, either. Or in a rush to his blowjob. He touches my body like a man wanting to see me come apart.
And he gets his wish.
CONOR
I’m starting to wonder if the women in my past were faking their orgasms. None of them got so flushed or moaned so loudly with so little effort on my part. Or is Monroe the one faking it?
“I want to suck you,” she says, reaching between my legs and stroking my cock through my jeans. “My turn now.”
“Did you really just come?” I ask, suspicious of how easily this woman orgasmed. “I barely did anything.”
“You’re just really sexy, and I have a sensitive clit. If you didn’t want me to come so fast, you should have paced yourself, stud. Now, let me see your cock. I’m curious about that tattoo rumor.”
“I don’t know,” I mumble, despite letting her tug me onto the couch while she slides onto the floor in front of me. “I’m self-conscious now since my dick is inkless.”
“Don’t be shy,” Monroe murmurs. “I don’t even care if it’s tiny. It’ll fit easier in my mouth that way. Come on, baby. Let’s get sexy and stuff.”
“Your pillow talk is getting better.”
Winking at me, she glances down at how her tits remain out of her bra. She gives a shrug and then pops the button on my black jeans.
“Compliment me,” I say, oddly nervous about how quickly she orgasmed minutes ago.
“You’re like one of those fancy sandwiches at Harvie’s Sub Shop. You let me try a bite of yours, and there were so many layers to the flavor. That’s you, Conor,” she says and tugs my jeans down my hips. “The men I’ve known in the past were blocks of cheese. Not awful, but one note. You’re never bland.”
I search her words for a dig at me. I’m leery suddenly. She’s moving too fast. I should be the one pinning her down and begging for a taste. Why is she so horny? Yeah, yeah, I’m sexy as fuck. But I didn’t get hotter in the last twenty-four hours. Why was she so patient until today?
Then, Monroe tugs down my black briefs and smiles at my hard cock. I think to tell her to stop. Well, until she licks her puffy lips, and my brain shuts down. Now, my dick is in charge, and it does not want anyone interfering with the nice lady wrapping her soft fingers around its hard flesh.
Monroe does what I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. My dripping cockhead disappears between her sweet pink lips. I groan with both approval and relief. Her tongue teases the slit, nearly making me jizz seconds into the blowjob. She smiles at my approving sigh.
One of her hands strokes my shaft while the other disappears under my balls. Her soft wet lips suck at the first several inches. Then, her wily pink tongue darts along the head before giving my balls a few loving licks. After so little stroking, licking, and sucking, Monroe has me blinded with pleasure. I come hard, gripping at the couch fabric to avoid losing control and grabbing at her bobbing head. Monroe keeps sucking, drinking down every drop.
“Don’t tattoo your dick,” she murmurs with her lips pressed against my cockhead. “It’s perfect without any decorations.”
“I should say something effortlessly romantic right now. Except my dick is running the show, and it has a small vocabulary.”
“Can we fuck now?”
“I just came, woman. I’ll need several hours and a few protein shakes to be ready again.”
Monroe grins at my comment as her tongue lazily licks my cock. Despite my complaint, I’ll be hard again soon if she keeps teasing my dick. I gently reclaim my cock and hide it in my briefs. Monroe gives me an annoyed duck-face frown.
“Why?” she asks while shoving her tits back into her bra and sitting a foot from me on the couch.
Ignoring her bad mood, I lean over and kiss her lips. She doesn’t respond to my affections, though.
“I’m sticking with you all night,” I say, moving my lips to her throat and inspiring a quiet moan. “This is one of those extended dates, where I won’t leave and you need to call for help to remove me. Let’s order in and watch a movie. Or go out and watch a movie. In fact, let’s drive to Cincinnati and go dancing at a discotheque.”
“Is Amity a good lover?” Monroe asks, flashing her claws.
“Look, I’m not wholly against a three-way with your roommate. Amity is hot and very focused on making a person’s toes curl. However, seeing you making out with her would inspire intense jealousy in me. It’s too early in our relationship for me to throw a fucking tantrum.”
“I bet you flailing around like a toddler would be a special kind of sexy,” Monroe says after her attempt at troublemaking flamed out. She yanks on her shirt and pouts. “I feel as if today is my last day on the planet, and I want to go down swinging. Except no one is attacking me, so I’m just screwing with you for no reason.”