Emily

“You promised.”

Ethan was flat on his back, one arm tucked under the pillow behind his head, the other cupping my cheek as I pouted from somewhere near his waist.

“I’m not stopping you, sweetheart. I’m telling you it’s okay to take a breather before we start round two. You must be exhausted after all that screaming.”

It was true; I’d screamed long and loud—a few times—when I finally came, after what felt like hours teetering on the brink. He’d kept me there on purpose, slowing down or changing up every time I was about to come.

I leaned down and flicked the head of his cock with my tongue, smiling when it twitched in response. “I don’t want a break.” I gripped him with my hand and stroked base to tip, giving the head a little squeeze. “I want you in my mouth.”

He groaned as he watched me, and his dick jerked in my hand.

“And every time you’re about to come, I’m gonna pull back. Over and over until you think you’ll go insane.” I swirled my tongue over the head, tasting salty pre-cum that made me moan.

“We’ll see.” He smirked. “One compromise, though.”

I quirked a brow.

“You can torture me to your heart’s content, if you can call sucking me off torture, but you’ll do it while straddling my face so I can eat you out.”

“A sixty-nine? That’s your compromise?”

“Yep. That way, we both get to play.”

“You already played, remember? The kitchen counter?”

“Oh, I remember. And I want another taste.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “Why do I feel like you’re plotting something?”

He shrugged, looking innocent—which meant he was definitely up to something. “Just trying to compromise. You want me in your mouth, and I want you grinding your pussy on my face. Win-win.”

I almost whimpered. “When you talk like that…”

“It makes you want to ride my face?” He grinned, knowing that was exactly what it made me want to do.

Instead of verbally agreeing to his terms, I took his cock deep into my mouth and kept it there, swirling my tongue around the head even as I twisted my body into position over him. I never pulled back, never stopped sucking him while I moved to straddle his head.

His arms came around and gripped my ass as soon as I was into position, pulling me down until he sealed his mouth over my pussy. His tongue was relentless, lashing and lapping at my clit until I was moaning low in my throat—where his hot cock jerked in response to the vibration.

It was a battle to see which of us could outdo the other.

I’d take him balls-deep down my throat, and he’d spear his tongue in and out of my pussy so expertly my head swam.

I’d stroke his balls, tugging them until he gasped.

He’d deftly press one fingertip into my ass, just enough to make me squirm but not enough to completely breach the opening.

I lapped at the head of his cock as I pumped him with my hands, greedily devouring the pre-cum I squeezed from the tip.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, and his tongue worked it so hard I got tears in my eyes.

I was so close to coming, but I fought it. And I could tell he was fighting it, too.

His hips were thrusting off the bed, begging for me to take him deeper, so I did. Over and over I took him so deep it stole my breath. I tugged his balls and did my very best tongue-acrobatics on his shaft.

And I pretended not to feel it when he thrust two fingers into me and started flicking my clit with his tongue. I ignored the insistent finger that probed my ass. I even ignored his low groan as it vibrated through my pussy and nearly sent me over the edge.

But I couldn’t ignore the distinctive pulse of his cock as he began to spurt down my throat. I was so distracted by what he was doing to me that I forgot to tease him.

Dammit.

And, oh my God!

He was sucking my clit so hard now, two fingers pumping mercilessly into my pussy and—oh fuck—he slid the other finger fully into my ass.

The orgasm that tore through me threatened to make me pass out. If not for his still spurting cock in my mouth, I would have screamed at a decibel that would have put my previous cries to shame. I could feel his tongue on my clit as it pulsed, my pussy and ass convulsing around his nimble fingers.

I swallowed all he gave me, moaning at both the intensity of my orgasm and the sensation of his cock pumping into my mouth. Even the flavor of his cum on my tongue was amazing. He tasted sweet somehow, and I found myself greedily sucking even after the last spasm, wanting more. I lapped at the tip until his hips bucked off the bed and he began pulling back.

Oops.

His cock was probably too sensitive, post-orgasm, for that kind of attention.

I didn’t want to stop. Seriously didn’t. But I figured I’d better since my legs were so rubbery I was in danger of collapsing on his face and smothering him.

I swung my leg over his head, and my vision swam as I sat up.

It took me a second to get over my lightheadedness, during which time, Ethan’s eyes never left mine. “You okay?”

“Yep. Just got dizzy for a second. Probably all that blood rushing back to my head.”

He chuckled and put his arm out, motioning for me to lie next to him.

I settled in at his side, my head resting on his shoulder and one arm draped across his chest. “That was…”

“Phenomenal? I know. I was there,” he chuckled.

“Actually, I was going to say sneaky.” I tweaked his nipple. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Make you come? Damn straight I did it on purpose.” His fingers trailed lightly over my hip. “And I’m planning to do it again.”

“Not complaining about the orgasm. Just the way you orchestrated the whole thing. You distracted me when I was trying to torture you.”

“I did.” He didn’t look the least bit sorry about it either.

“Cheater.”

Another shrug. “Not my fault you couldn’t handle it.”

I shoved his side and sat up, propping myself up on one elbow. “I could handle it just fine under normal circumstances. You used your entire arsenal to get me that turned on.”

“Not even close.” He smirked, shoving me to my back as he crawled on top of me. “Wanna see the stuff I held back?”

Before I could answer, he’d already moved down and locked his mouth over my pussy.

I said I didn’t want a break, and it looked like Ethan had no intention of giving me one.