smile off his face. His fingers returned to her body before she could get a word out.
Coated with a fresh layer of whipped cream, they traveled over her breasts, across her nipples, and down the slope of her belly. She sucked in a breath as two fingers moved farther south, disappearing beneath the fly of her jeans and then the lace of her panties.
She forgot to breathe altogether when cool cream met with the heated flesh of her pussy lips. One finger speared between the slick folds, caressing the ravenous pearl of her clit, and her breathing returned as a ragged sigh.
“Now, Marr. I said now!” Liz grabbed hold of the hem of his T-shirt and tugged upward. Her mouth watered as his defined musculature came into view.
Goddamn, she could run her tongue all over him.
Then again, no she couldn’t. They had to keep things moving along. They had to get to the main event. Get her off and him out of her life. He might be her brother’s friend, but she’d already vowed to move out of Colin’s house. Once she had her own place, she’d be sure to call ahead and check for unwanted company before dropping by Colin’s.
“Like you thought I’d leave you.” Dusty’s drawl was strengthened with lust, and the rich, husky words stroked over her senses as effectively as his fingers stroked her labia. His fingers pushed into her cunt then, pumping with unhurried thrusts. “You know me better than that, Elizabeth. I’d never leave a woman wanting.”
Gritting her teeth at his continual slow pace, she yanked at the button on the fly of his jeans. “At least not more than twice.”
For an instant, his fingers stilled and he winced. His fingers started to move again, only slower than before, as if he was punishing her for bringing up his past failures—failures that she knew were all her fault.
“Those times were your own damned fault,” he said as if reading her mind.
Admitting the truth to herself was one thing; she would never do so to Dusty. Instead she concentrated on his jeans. She tugged down the tab of his zipper and pushed her hand inside the snug denim. Fisting his erection, she challenged, “Prove it. Stick this infamous, monstrous cock in me and make me come.”
He laughed. “I’d hardly call it infamous. Nice to see you’re finally acknowledging the monstrous part, though.”
Any comment she might have made in return died on her tongue as he pulled his hand from her panties and shucked the jeans down his thighs along with his boxers. His dick pushed free, standing at full, gloriously long and thick attention from a swath of dark blond pubic hair. Monstrous might be pushing it just a little, but only just a little.
His cock bobbed toward her, and she practically drooled with the memory of the last time she’d had his hard length buried between her lips.
How would he taste with her second favorite cream mingling with her first?
Though it took time she shouldn’t be risking, Liz grabbed the bowl of whipped cream from the counter and went down on her knees. Scooping up a fingerful of cream, she took his cock in one hand and trailed a line of velvety white along the bulging vein that traveled the underside of his shaft. She followed her finger with her tongue, licking the sweet, rich substance until her tongue reached the deep purple head of his cock. Another sweet, totally male substance enlivened her taste buds.
Ah, sooo good…exactly the way she’d remembered.
Humming her elation, she lapped at the silky fluid and then sank her mouth onto his dick as far as she could take him. Dusty’s fingers threaded through her short hair, gripping none too gently. She applied pressure, pumping his erection with her lips while her tongue caressed the highly sensitive skin in slow circles. His full-bodied groan echoed off the classroom walls and sent a fresh wave of juices trickling into her panties.
“What happened to not blowing anything but my time?”
The words sliced through Liz. Damnit, he was right. As much as she thrived on going down on him and tasting his cum, it couldn’t be happening tonight, or ever.
She jerked her mouth from his shaft and stood. Without ceremony, she toed off her sneakers and socks, then removed her jeans and panties and left them in a pile next to her bare feet.
She cast him an assessing look, doing her best to camouflage the excitement that filled her as her gaze slid over his big cock made shiny wet by her mouth. “I was making sure you had enough staying power to actually finish the job for once. Since you planned this, I’m assuming you have a condom?”
“What makes you so sure I planned this?”
Hearing his defensive tone, she met his eyes. They held…what? Anger over her accusation? Or was it disappointment that she’d caught on to his ruse? “Don’t tell me you think you’re so suave I’d miss the setup. Lucky for you, I’m in the mood to get laid and am nice enough to give you another try at locating my G-spot.”
Whatever emotion had been in Dusty’s eyes gave way to blistering challenge as he grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked her back against the refrigerator door. One of the fingers from his free hand was between her thighs and pushing past her pussy lips before she could get out a breath.
“As I recall”—he plunged deep into the slick valley of her sex and stroked with vigor—“it was right about here.”
Liz swallowed her gasp as the violent need to explode clawed at her from deep within. She couldn’t help the breathless quality of her voice. “That’s not it,” she lied.
He pulled out of her, only to plunge back in, this time adding a second finger and quickening his pace. Her eyes widened with the exquisite pressure rippling through her body and soul.
Dusty let out a deep, rolling chuckle. “Lying little bitch.”
“So what?” she bit out, struggling not to chase his fingers with her body each time he withdrew. “Anyone can find it with their fingers. It takes a real man to do it with his dick.”
A gorgeously cocky grin claimed his mouth. “Real man this, babe.”
As quickly as he’d pushed into her with his fingers, he lifted a condom from his jeans pocket and sheathed himself, then grabbed her around the waist, lifted her up his body, and plunged into her slick heat. For an instant, as her legs automatically wound around his waist and his monstrous member filled her, Liz could only gasp and blink. Then all she could do was stare, openmouthed and panting, as her pussy gobbled up his cock, again and again, and raw desire unfurled thick as honey in her belly.
Oh gawd! The man had to-die-for positioning. Each thrust had his shaft rubbing over her clit, the back and forth slide of his pubis adding delicious friction.
Thick, white cream coated both of their sexes and tangled in their pubic hair. Some of it might be whipped cream, but sure as hell not all. Make that not even close to most of it. No, most of it was the juices gushing from her cunt.
From the sweltering heat stealing over her body to the quaking that started in her toes and ended in her nipples, orgasm was building, ready to erupt, to tear through her limb from limb and have her crying out her rapture.
Only a truly experienced man could accomplish such a seemingly impossible task so quickly. Only a man-whore. Which was what Dusty was. But Liz wasn’t going to think about that. No way. No how. She
