Bad Boy Blues(71)

“You like lollipops, Blue?”

“Yes.”

I keep watching his cock. It’s like a rod, hard and heavy, rounded at the top. Big, like everything else about him. Thick enough that I know there might be some discomfort when I put him in my mouth. I’ll have to watch for my teeth, make sure not to cut him. He’s going to be bumping against them, even against the roof of my mouth.

Like yesterday, the pre-cum is leaking down, making it sticky, making his hand sticky too. And I want to taste that stickiness badly.

So badly that I decide that I’ll do anything, anything at all to suck him off.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” he asks.

I look at his face, finally. He’s breathing hard, through his mouth, his eyes drugged up, stoned, and I know he’s dying for this as much as me.

We’re both dying and my lips on his dick is the only way to keep us alive.

“You. You’re my favorite flavor,” I whisper, and he groans, throwing his head back, bumping it against the wall.

I splay open my hands on his thighs and, opening my mouth, I kiss the crown of his shaft.

And just like that, his hand falls away and he makes it into a fist, punching his knee. “Fuck.”

That first kiss is all it takes.

For me to get addicted to it. Addicted to him and his taste. For my breasts to get heavy and my nipples to get hard.

I open my mouth then, and suck on it.

And again, that very first suck is all it takes for me to get so attuned to him that every little hitch in his breath as I move my tongue around, discover the roundedness, the sponginess of his head, resonates in my core.

“Fuck, Blue,” Zach moans and buries his fingers in my hair.

Those sticky, sticky, covered-in-his-lust fingers.

I don’t know why that arouses me so much that I feel my own juice pulsing out of me, seeping into my panties. But it does.

I move one hand from his thigh and grip the base of his dick, rubbing my thumb over the vein that runs on the underside of it. I decide to look for it later, when I’m done smearing my lipstick and eating him up like he ate me out against that truck.

For now, I’m going to rub my lips all over that trunk of flesh and paint him blue.

I go up and down, my breasts bouncing, my knees grinding on the tiled floor of the bathroom as I smear my lipstick over the most intimate skin of his. I lash my tongue over the pin-prick hole from which his cum leaks out.

Panting, I ask him. “How does it look?”

At my question, he opens his eyes and his abs flex. He looks at his cock – it’s smudged with blue – and then, at me. “Fucking perfect.”

Smiling, I lick up that vein I’ve been thinking about and his hips jerk.

God, his cock is a miracle, I swear.

Thick and long and sturdy, and I need to get back to it. So I do.

Grabbing the base of it, I suck on the crown again, all the while swirling my tongue.

The more I suck it, the more my cunt spasms, the harder my nipples get. My breasts have become a source of torment. They’re heavy, and as I kneel on the hard floor, almost on all fours, they pull and dangle and shake every time I take him in deeper.

I have about half of his length inside me now and I’m on a mission to swallow all of him up.

From the little jerks of his hips and his fist in my hair and his constant chants of fuck, Zach would love that.

Just as I’m about to try for it though, he pulls me away. He tugs on my hair and tilts my neck up and stares down at my face.

“You’ve made a mess, Blue,” he says roughly, as his gaze moves over my lips and his thumb flicks at the corners of it.

“You asked for it,” I whisper.

“I did.”

“But I’m not done yet.”

“No?”

“I think I missed a few spots. I need to be thorough,” I breathe. “Besides, I-I’m still hungry. I still need to suck and suck and suck until I find what I’m looking for.”

I reach up and sweep a few strands of his hair away from his sweat-beaded forehead.

He almost leans into my soft touch and my heart squeezes. But a second later, he’s back with his harsh, mean tone. “And what’s that?”

I softly kiss his jaw and whisper, “The creamy center of your lollipop.”

I blush at saying something so out-of-this-world dirty and he growls.

Still growling, he presses a hard – the hardest ever – kiss on my mouth. “Bedroom.”

A dark thrill courses through me at his tone.

“Now,” he orders when I simply keep looking at him and don’t move fast enough for his liking.

I stand up on shaky legs and Zach kisses me again. Still kissing, we make our way to my bedroom.

Somehow, we land on my bed.

Zach attacks my shorts, opening the buttons and shoving them down my legs, along with my panties. It’s so frantic and desperate that I don’t even think to ask him about his intentions. I kick them off and he maneuvers me over him.

He’s lying on the bed as he spins me around until my mouth’s on his cock and his is in my drenched and bare core.

Finally, the words blurt out of me. “What’re you doing?”

“Need your pussy on my face while you’re sucking me off,” he mutters.

His words alone cause a mini-orgasm in me and I fall on the bed, on my elbows, my wild blue hair making a curtain around my lips and his cock.