“We’re alone in the house?” he asked.
“Yes. Shayla’s at work until late.”
“You have a new refrigerator.”
I stammered and turned to look at the fridge. “The landlord replaced it when I was—”
Adrian moved swiftly around to my side of the counter, grabbed me under the arms, and hoisted me up to sit on the counter. There were only a few inches of overhang on that side, so it was safe enough to sit there, though I never did. Sitting on counters was something tiny girls did. I liked the view up there, though.
Adrian slipped off my blouse and unfastened my bra.
Can you guess what he did next?
Yeah.
That long-legged sex maniac used a wooden spoon to dribble warm lemon butter sauce on my br**sts and then licked them clean.
Repeatedly.
I moaned and squirmed around, the bits between my legs becoming slippery inside my panties and jeans.
More lemon sauce.
Heavy breathing.
Kissing.
Licking.
Sucking.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, and long before we ran out of sauce, I got hold of Adrian’s jeans and sprung him from the fabric.
He leaned back from me and stretched up to pull his shirt off over his head. Wow, it was a long way up there to the other end of his body. From where I sat on the counter, it looked like his fingertips grazed the ceiling of the kitchen.
Holding his bare chest to mine, he said, “Sticky.”
I grabbed him by the thunderstick.
He stopped talking as I squeezed his firm rod in one hand, palming the head with my other hand. “Two-hander,” I murmured.
He groaned what seemed like a question, but leaned down and started kissing my mouth and neck. He knew he was packing a two-hander, and didn’t need me to tell him.
The change in his pockets jingled as his jeans slipped to the kitchen floor along with his boxers. He got harder and harder in my hands.
I pushed him back so I could hop off the counter.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring a condom.”
I bit my lower lip, thinking about the stash I usually had upstairs. The stash had recently run out, though, and had I picked up more? No, I had not. Every time I’d been to the drugstore recently, someone I knew from high school had been working the checkout, and I’d delayed the purchase.
Adrian’s c**k pulsed in my hand, inviting me to take a ride. I dropped to my knees and gave it a long lick, from base to tip. After all the lemon butter sauce in my mouth from Adrian, his skin had almost no taste. I cupped his balls in one hand and buried my nose in his trimmed pubic hair. I breathed in deeply, his musk triggering the memory of my high school crush. While other boys’ hormones and diets made them smell disgusting, Adrian had always smelled good to me. I’d stand behind him when he was on the computer lining up photographs for the yearbook, and I’d lean in close enough to smell the crown of his head.
Oh, but we’d both grown up, and now we would make up for lost time.
He shifted around to lean back against the counter, his palms braced on the edge for what was to come next.
My mouth watered as I opened wide and took hold of him with force.
His breath whistled in through clenched teeth, and his thigh muscles flexed. As I coaxed him in and out of my mouth, my lips making faint popping sounds as I negotiated the head and its contours, his breathing became ragged. I listened and slowed down my breaths to be in time with his.
He got so hard, about to blow, and grunted a warning. “Easy, or else,” he said.
“Or else what?” I asked, pulling away to speak.
He raised his eyebrows and looked down at me knowingly.
I licked the head, swirling my tongue around while giving him a sidelong look up. “Come in my mouth, big boy.”
He just closed his eyes and smiled.
I took him back in my mouth, savoring the musky scent of his skin, so familiar and intoxicating. His balls pulled up under my touch, and his breath caught in his throat.
I started moaning like a p**n o princess, like I just couldn’t get enough of his big, huge cock. He put one hand on the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair.
“Slowly,” he moaned.
I glanced up. His eyes were still closed, and the whole front of his gorgeous chest was glistening as he tensed and released his muscles repeatedly.
I slowed right down to half speed.
His fingers rubbed the back of my head, as though impatient. “Not that slow,” he moaned.
I pulled him out of my mouth, grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head with the other one. Something had gotten hold of me, and I felt dirty. My pu**y had that hot, juicy, desperate feeling. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I wanted it now.
He stared down at me, a look of concern on his face. “What now?”
“You’re such a big boy.” I kissed the engorged red head before me and grasped my right hand firmly around the base. “I’ve got a hold of you so you won’t choke me.”
“Okay.” His hands were both still loosely embedded in my hair at the back of my head.
“Now grab hold my hair like you mean it, and f**k my face. Don’t close your eyes the whole time. Look at me when you come in my mouth.”
He nodded and tilted his h*ps as I took him back in through my lips. My jaw clicked as I opened wider. Blinking, but still making eye contact, he filled my watering mouth and began to pump, his hands firm on the back of my head as he moved faster and slower.
My hand held him firmly, adding to the limited reach of my mouth.
I slipped my other, free hand down the front of my own jeans without thinking, and rubbed away at the throbbing tension.
After a moment, Adrian’s body tensed and shook, releasing his hot cl**ax down my throat. Four pulses, then one more. And another. I moaned in pleasure, softening my friction to be gentle. I hadn’t come, but I felt so damn good, like all of my skin was an extension of my clit.
With a sigh, he leaned over and eased himself down to the floor next to me, his gaze on the moving lump that was my hand inside my own pants.
I pulled my hand out, embarrassed.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “That’s beautiful.”
“So much for dinner.” I looked around sheepishly.
“Do you like o**l s*x?” he asked.
I gave him a sidelong look. Was he kidding? “No, I just asked you to f**k my face as a joke, Adrian.”
He reached down and grabbed my pu**y through my jeans, holding me firmly between his long thumb and fingers. “Smartass. I mean receiving.”
“I dunno. Do you like giving it?”