begrudgingly or only to get a blow job out of her. This was a man who loved doing what he was doing and it showed.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said.
He opened his eyes—blue eyes—and raised his chin.
“Lie down and come,” he said. “You can tell me how pretty I am later.”
She lay down. These were orders she could get used to following.
With both hands, Chris spread her wet folds open and with the flat of his tongue lapped at her clitoris in long slow licks that turned into short fast licks until she was frozen on the bed, paralyzed but with the sharpest, most intense sensation of pleasure she could remember feeling in all her life. And it went on and on, waves of it hitting her like ocean waves. Not gently, but hard, knocking her under, slamming the breath out of her. Her hips bucked and her vagina contracted on Chris’s fingers. She didn’t scream his name. She didn’t have the breath or energy to scream. But she sighed it, moaned it, and when her orgasm subsided and Chris climbed up to lie at her side, she said it again.
“Chris.” She met his eyes.
“Joey.”
“That felt amazing. My vagina is smiling.”
“Seriously?”
He pushed her legs open, looked down at her and back at her face.
“Oh, shit, it is. I’ve never seen that before.”
Joey put her hands on her face and laughed behind them.
“No. No hiding your face. I need that face.” Chris took her wrists and removed her hands from her face.
“You need my face?”
“Yes.”
“For what?”
“I’m going to fuck it.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, in that case, go right ahead.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Chris leaned over and with his hand on himself guided his cock back into her mouth. She took it in eagerly, wanting to return even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her. He needed to come and she wanted him to come. In her mouth, on her breasts, she didn’t care. But making him come as hard as he’d made her was Joey’s highest priority tonight.
There wasn’t much in the world she found sexier than the way a man moved his hips while fucking. It was one reason she liked a light on during sex. Now she had a front row seat to the action. Chris moved with a slow steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth, his stomach taut with tension. He didn’t piston his hips, no jackhammering her mouth. Carefully he pushed. Carefully he pulled out. All the while he breathed heavily, half groaning with each thrust in, inhaling sharply each time he withdrew from her mouth. His hands gripped the sheets above her head and Joey ran her hands up his arms. They were tense, so tense. His entire body felt tense against her hands. He was hard everywhere, and she loved his hardness, especially the hardness in her mouth. With her fingernails she dug into the backs of his thighs and scratched downward, not breaking the skin but making sure he felt it, really felt it. The moan he made was obscene. She wished she could have recorded it. It would have been her new ringtone, and maybe then she’d actually like it when someone called her.
Joey would have told him to come but she couldn’t talk at the moment. She lifted her head instead and took him even deeper into her mouth. Maybe that would give him the hint she wasn’t going to stop until he came. He seemed to get the hint because he started to move a little harder and faster in her mouth. He was still careful not to choke her but she could tell it was getting more difficult for him to go slowly. Good. Let him let go. Let him fuck her hard. She didn’t care. She wanted it. It was delicious, decadent, dirty and distracting. And sexy. So damn sexy.
Chris panted hard, loudly. She loved the sound of his pleasure and the taste of his cock and the scent of his arousal. This was exactly what she needed—sex that was nothing but sex. No love, no relationship, no pressure, no pain. All bodies, no hearts. Just pure unadulterated fucking.
With a low grunt, Chris came in her mouth, filling it as she swallowed as best she could. He gave another grunt, and this one sounded almost like pain. He pulled out of her mouth and collapsed next to her on his back.
“Fuck...” He rubbed his face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “That felt so good it hurt.”
“Best kind of pain.”
“God, yes.” He looked over at her and grinned. “Stay there.”
“I’m naked. Where would I go?”
He didn’t answer as he walked from the room, still naked himself. Chris should do that more often—walk out of rooms naked. The view was spectacular. Better than the view of the mountain from her window. She should charge money for a view like that.
Chris returned quickly with a glass of water and a glass of wine.
“Pick one,” he said.
“I get to pick?”
“You’re the one with the mouth full of my come.”
“I swallowed it. Most of it.”
“Take the water,” he said. “We’ll share the wine.”
She took the water from him and drank it down gratefully.
Meanwhile Chris sipped at the red wine, a pinot noir she’d found in the fridge. Pinot was her favorite. No way Chris could have known that. She didn’t drink wine in high school. Dillon must have put it there.
“I feel kind of weird fucking in this house,” she said. “It was my parents’ house. They fucked in this house. Not us.”
“Dillon fucked in this house.”
“What?”
She sat up and looked down at him.
“If you’re gay and in high school and scared about being outed, wouldn’t you go as far away as you could for your dates?”
“Well...yeah. But I didn’t know he brought guys out here.”
“Just the one guy. Trevor? I think that was his name.”
“Trevor? I don’t remember a Trevor.”
“He didn’t go to our school. They met at the Ski Bowl.”
“How do you know all this and I don’t?”
“He might be gay but he’s still a dude. A guy doesn’t want to tell his baby sister about his sex life.”
“But he wanted to tell you?”
“I covered for him. When he and Trevor were out here, he was supposedly crashing at my house.”
“I’m stunned. I’m just stunned. And jealous. Why did he get to fuck out here and I didn’t?”
