“You’re perfect, has anyone ever told you that?” I asked instead, following the path of her legs to her belly. “How has no one claimed you yet?”
The muscles I’d been watching flexed with her chuckle. “Maybe because I’m not a piece of land, but also because...” she shifted slightly, lip caught between her teeth, “I only ever had my sights set on two men and was never interested in anyone else.”
I momentarily bypassed her breasts and peered up at her face. “Why? You could have anyone.”
Her nose bunched up and she shook her head. “I didn’t want anyone, and I don’t know why.” Her smile slipped. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”
Maybe there was. There had to be. She was too perfect, too fucking … right. I didn’t believe in fate. I didn’t believe in coincidences. I didn’t trust things that were too good to be true. Mia was no exception. Something had to be wrong with her, something that was bound to destroy me and Nero. But if there was, I couldn’t see it. Not yet.
“There’s something wrong with all of us,” I murmured, quoting my father.
Mia’s chin tilted to one side, her expression quizzical laced with concern. “You okay?”
I forced a grin. “I have a beautiful, naked woman in front of me. Hard not to be.”
The squinty face she gave me indicated she didn’t believe my lie, but she let it slide with a shake of her head. Her fingers reached for the hem of my top and I let her tug it over my head. It was pitched to the ground next to hers.
“It’s not fair that I’m the only one always naked,” she teased, dropping to her knees between my sprawled thighs.
All thoughts of anything vanished the moment her fingers found my belt buckle. It came undone after a second of tugging and the button followed.
“I’ve been wondering something,” she was saying when I could think clear enough for actual thought. “Do all men taste the same?” Her lashes lifted and I found myself captured in her eyes. “Do you taste as good as Nero?”
We’d shared dozens of girls in the past. Our first one was when we were seventeen. It had started as a bet to see if we would do it, but by that point, Nero and I were as close as brothers. Possibly closer. There was nothing we didn’t know about the other, nothing we hadn’t shared. I had never gone down on the guy, or he on me. Those were lines we never crossed. But we’d never had anyone taste test us.
“I wouldn’t know,” I admitted, lifting my hips in the only assistance I provided while she liberated me of my jeans.
As naked as she was on her dark green and blue sheets, I watched her study my cock lying hard and ready across my abdomen. Her attention followed the veins from base to head and I let her take her time. I was in no hurry if she wasn’t.
“It won’t fit,” she blurted unexpectedly.
I blinked, taken off guard by the unexpected declaration. “What?”
She sighed and motioned to my penis. “It won’t fit.”
I thought for a moment she was being kinky. Girls giggled about things like it being too big, but one look at her slumped shoulders and the dejection drawing down the corners of her mouth, I realized she meant it.
“It’ll fit,” I assured her.
She shook her head, the three fingers of her one hand lifting to rub at her brow. “I can’t even get two fingers in. This...” she waved at my midsection again, “will definitely not fit.”
It took all my restraint not to laugh at that, especially when she looked genuinely broken about it.
“Nero and I both had two fingers inside you just the other night,” I reminded her. “Our fingers are bigger than yours.” I put up my index and middle finger and lay them against my swollen shaft. “See? Roughly the same width, just a little bigger. He’ll fit.”
She blinked up at me with the hopeful expression of a child being told the ice cream truck would return the next day. “You think so?”
“Trust me.”
I continued to watch her as she scooted closer. Her slim fingers closed around my dick, cool against the sweltering heat and I hissed at the contact. The muscle in Mia’s grip twitched. She grinned but said nothing when she drew it towards her lips.
I had no recollection of holding my breath until the first brush of her tongue sent it rushing from my lungs. It ran over the head, circling the opening before sweeping down, engulfing me in the hot crevice of her mouth.
“Fuck...” The guttural moan sounded nothing like me, yet it wrenched from my throat.
Mia paid me no mind, lost in her exploring, in her torture. Her full lips stretched over and around me, drawing me in deeper each time. There was a time or two the head caught her back teeth, jarring the sensation, but she adjusted after the third pass. Her eagerness to learn had me murmuring little suggestions, tiny alterations that she put into immediate practice.
When she circled my balls with wet fingers, I collapsed lengthwise across her mattress with a choked gasp. My hands pressed into my face and scrapped back into my hair in blinding desperation. My eyes crossed when she circled the head with her tongue before dragging it down the side again and again. I muttered a curse and gritted my teeth, congratulating and cursing myself for teaching her that. She squeezed my sack with every downward thrust and my toes curled into her carpet.
“You feel so good,” she gasped like a diver coming up for air.
“Don’t stop!” I half snarled, half pleaded, actually pleaded. I’d never pleaded a day in my life.
Mia made a deep, husky purring sound on her descend, the sound of a woman in unimaginable pleasure. The humming vibration sent a lit match ripping through my system. It ignited a release I had to stuff a pillow over my face to keep from being heard. Ropes of hot, sticky cum shot into the back of Mia’s throat, an endless assault that should have drowned her. I expected it to be everywhere, running down her chin as she hacked and coughed. But when I lifted the pillow, she had her face buried in my lap still, lightly sucking on the head as if trying to get the cream from a creamsicle.
“Jesus,” I wheezed.
Her eyes opened, hungry pits of desire. Her swollen lips lifted off my flaccid cock and bowed into a grin.
“Did I do it right?”
My answer, the only one I could give when my brain was soup was to grab her arms and haul her up onto my chest. Her legs went around my hips. Her mound rubbed over the limp, sated bump of my penis. I closed my fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth roughly to mine.
The taste of my release coated her tongue, a salty tang of man mixed with her sweeter flavor. I devoured her until she was tearing away, gasping for air. I allowed it, allowed her to gulp while I wrenched her onto her back and filled her thighs with my shoulders. She was still panting when I took my first sweep of her pussy, tasting her tight, little hole with all the pent up relish I’d been harboring for five long years.
“Davien!”
Long fingers closed in my hair, holding me to her mound. Her knees dropped wide around my ears, giving me full access to her most sensitive areas. I didn’t hesitate. I swept through the moist folds with my ravenous tongue, tracing line and hallows so familiar I paused.
“What?” Mia panted, lifting her head to peer down the length of her body at me.