Screwmates(36)

“That’s so fucking hot,” and then he moved up to cover my mouth with his again and I could feel just exactly how hot he thought it was. Oh.

My turn.

I rolled him over and scooted down, pulling his sweats along with me. His cock popped out, just as thick and long as I’d remembered. There was a glistening drop at the very tip, and I used my thumb to spread it as the rest of my hand engulfed him. The groan he gave made my inner walls clench again.

Bracing my arm on the couch, I lowered my head and gave his crown a tentative lick. He groaned even louder. Licking my lips, I sucked the entire head into my mouth while jacking his shaft. If it’s possible, he got even harder. I glanced up. My eyes met his, noticing how dark they were, the way he bit his lip and tried to still his hips.

I was pretty sure I could take more of him.

So I moved my hand down to his base and let my lips follow. It took a second of deep breathing through my nose, but I was pretty sure any porn star would be proud of the blowjob I was giving him. And the noises he was making said Marc was pretty proud too. The most surprising part was how insanely turned on this was making me. I’d always thought of giving oral as a necessary evil, but this was some seriously good foreplay.

My panties were soaked through. After a few more bobs, I swirled my tongue around, on, and over him one final time and crawled back up to his strong arms.

“That was amazing,” he whispered. “Let’s get out of here.”

I agreed; the couch had seen far too much already. It only took a second to get into his room, and then I let him climb into bed first. There was something he needed to see. I hooked my thumbs around the waistband of my Cartoon Network pajama bottoms like a stripper, turned around, and slowly bent over as I slid them down to my ankles. His intake of breath said that I’d done it right.

Thank Odin I’d thought to put on one of the silky thongs from our shopping trip this morning. He hopped out of bed too, but only for a second. I squealed as he picked me up and tossed me onto the pillows. He moved back onto the bed, resting back on his heels between my legs.

“Madison…” he trailed off as he stared at me. It was a pivotal moment. I was never, ever going to be the kind of girl who spent her time wondering what a guy was going to think of what she wore, or looked like, or did. But in that moment, seeing the way he reacted—well, I became the kind of girl who would always spend good money on fancy undies. And then, when it was his head that lowered with my hand tentatively resting on it, well.

Well.

I could never draw the things he did to me down there. I’d be arrested for indecency. Luckily, I can still say them. I had thought Marc was a good kisser. Then I thought those things translated to my breasts. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what came next.

Day-old stubble rubbed against my inner thighs. The sensation was half sexy and half painful—was this why movies like Fifty existed to begin with? It made sense now.

He leaned in and I held my breath. I had spent so much time imagining this moment. And it was about to happen. Thank god Marc was a giver, I just couldn’t have lived in a world where he didn’t reciprocate. He kissed the inside of my thigh, and then the other, and then that soft, delicate crease where my thigh and mound met. I waited, still breathless, at the possibility of what this would feel like, how it would live up to my fantasies.

Everything hinged on the next ten seconds. My faith in humanity. Whether fairy tales were true. Unicorns. Fairy dust. Multiple orgasms.

Imagine my joy when all of the above came to life and sprinkled glitter around. Metaphorically, of course. But when the heat of his breath hit that crazy sensitive spot right on the tip of my clit that peeked out from my lower lips—I convulsed. He was everything I hoped he would be and more. His tongue swiped up the scrap of silk covering my sex. It pulled some up, so that I felt the drag of him licking me on either side of the fabric even as the silk tugged on my clit.

It had never occurred to me that romance books weren’t full of hyperbole. So when I actually screamed, not just a really loud moan, but a high-pitched scream… My second orgasm of the night was stifled by his hand, as his mouth covered my entire pussy.

Weirdly, even though I was the one who was coming down from her second orgasm, Marc was the one who couldn’t seem to control himself. He all but ripped off the underwear he’d thankfully paid for. I lay before him, completely bare. Even though I’d been in this position before, somehow I felt both more and less naked than I’d ever been. More, because I’d never been quite as at the mercy of anyone else. Less, because it still didn’t feel uncomfortable. Something about me and my roomie just seemed right.

Luckily, orgasming twice so quickly numbed me a little bit to his ministrations, otherwise I probably would have fainted when he licked me up and down as slowly as possible. The tip of his tongue rolled around my clit.

I couldn’t catch my breath; the sensations kept rolling through me like thunder.

First he’d flick me gently with the very tip of his tongue, then he’d swipe me with the flat of it. Just when I thought I couldn’t handle the varying pressures any more, he thrust two fingers deep inside me.

The shock was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure. Instead of moving out and in, he moved his fingers over and over each other, almost vibrating inside me.

It wasn’t until my whole body was vibrating that he started to slowly push his fingers in and out. All the while, he carefully tongued me. It took several excruciatingly delicious moments, but I came for him again. As the aftershocks racked my body, he scooted up to cradle me through them.