Page 105 of Blitz

She stops immediately. She lifts her head and releases my cock at once. “What’s wrong?”

“You need to take your pants off and come sit on my face,” I tell her.

A pleased smile spreads over her face. “I can do that.”

“You should suck my cock while you do it.”

She pulls off her hoodie and t-shirt in one swift motion. My cock twitches at the sight of her in that electric yellow bra. Slowly, I touch myself as she shimmies off her pants and her matching electric yellow panties and climbs back onto the bed.

I catch her hand and pull her on top of me. She straddles me, her hot, wet heat pinning my cock to my pelvis. Her hands fist in my shirt as she rides me, bucking against me.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, her head tossed back. “I think I could come just from this.”

“Sit on my face, sunshine,” I tell her. “I’ll get you there.”

She crawls up the bed and situates herself on top of me. I grab her hips and bring her into closer range. I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit, and she tenses. I part her folds and suck at her in earnest. She moans, throwing her head back. I adjust her positioning over me, and she sucks the head of my cock into her mouth.

It feels even better from this angle. I spread my legs as far as I can with the sweatpants around my knees and she takes the hint, running her tongue along the sensitive seam in the middle of my balls.

She smells amazing, like musk and honey and salt and perfection. With my fingers, I gather the wetness pooling at her core and tease her entrance, slowly, slowly. Mason groans around my cock, and the reverberating echoes vibrate within me.

I slip a finger into her tight, wet heat. She grinds onto my finger, onto my face. My lips and tongue are coated with the pearlescent evidence of her desire. She tastes a little bit salty, a little bit sweet, a little bit perfect. I could do this all day.

Her fingers play with the sensitive line running up my balls. She slides back to rub against my perineum again and that’s it—I’m done. I come with a shout, muffled by her perfect pussy. She swallows around me, taking it all, taking all I have to give her.

Renewing my attention on her, I slip a second finger inside of her, scissoring and stretching her. Her fingers dig into my thighs, her nails sending little pinpricks of pain and pleasure directly to my tired cock. I curl my fingers against her front wall, pressing against that spot that makes her sit up in a hurry, her channel sending a fresh burst of wetness onto my tongue.

Her walls clamp around me with a vise grip. I suck at her clit, and she grinds on my face, taking what she needs from me. A few more thrusts and her walls start to flutter around me, clenching my fingers in a tight grip.

“Holy fuck.” Mason collapses onto the bed beside me. She wiggles around until her head is level with mine again. She meets me for a sweet, sated kiss. “King, I… you…”

“Yeah?”

“Holy fucking fuck.”

Pride blooms deep within me. We’ve always been good at this.

“You’re okay? Your head is—?”

She meets me for a messy kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips and finesse. She tugs me on top of her, until I’m pinning her with my hefty bulk.

“Mason…”

“My head is great,” she tells me, wrapping her arms around me. “It’s not all the time. There’s no trigger. Sometimes it just happens.”

“I only ever want you to feel good with me.” I brush some of her hair out of her face and kiss her temple.

“I do,” she says quietly. “I feel my best when I’m with you.”

Tucker

A year and a half later…

“So, this is the place.”

I wave my hand at the small student apartment. It’s not much. Two bedrooms, one bath, small kitchen. A tiny little speck of a living room. But it’s mine.

Ours.