Before I can try to lick him all over, he moves closer and grabs me again, lying down on his back and pulling me on top of him.
Instead of being in a position to kiss him again, he arranges us so I’m staring right at his cock, watching the bead of precum ooze at the tip. The sight makes my mouth water, and I don’t need any more encouragement to lean down and work my mouth over the head of his cock, licking up that salty drip with relish.
“Oh, fuck,” Rory groans. “Should’ve known you’d be as talented with your mouth as you are with your fists. Goddamn.”
I smirk and work myself lower, taking him halfway down. This position makes it so when I spread my legs wider, Rory has a firsthand view of my soaking wet pussy, and my walls clench as my body reacts to that thought.
The first touch of his tongue against me makes me jump, even though I’ve been expecting it. I can practically feel the smirk against my folds as he drags his tongue in a slow line, like he wants to lick me up. It feels fucking good, and I moan around my mouthful, lowering my hips even more so that I’m practically sitting right on his face.
Rory grabs my hips, keeping me in place, and he works his tongue in another slow line, determined to make me feel every inch of it as he savors me. For a second, I’m lost in what he’s doing and the way it makes me feel, but then I remember that there’s a cock in my mouth and two can play this game.
While he’s teasing me, I tease him right back. I draw myself up his cock, letting my tongue tease and swirl around the shaft, until just the head is left in my mouth. While he laps shallowly at my pussy, I suckle at the mushroom head of his dick, pressing my tongue against the slit and leaving the rest untouched.
His hips buck up a little, trying to bury the rest of his dick in my mouth, but I don’t give in. Instead, I press my hips down further, clit throbbing with need. It’s pretty clear that this is going to be a give and take, and Rory chuckles, the sound half muffled in my wetness.
But he gets the picture and is clearly done being a tease. His tongue finds my clit with easy precision, and he presses the tip right to it, giving it a firm flick that makes my breath catch. I don’t know what it is about being eaten out that always makes me go a little melty, but it always seems to happen. And Rory is fucking good with his mouth.
He brings his hand into it too, taking one off of my hip and stroking the parts of my pussy not being worked over by his tongue. His fingers glide around my folds until they find the center and my wet hole, and then he slides one thick finger inside, making me moan again.
As a reward for him making me feel good, I work my way right back down on his cock, sucking messily, letting spit slick the slide as I hum around him.
Rory’s hips buck up again, and I let him do it this time, allowing his cock to hit me in the back of the throat. It’s big enough that I gag a bit, but that doesn’t take me out of my rhythm even a little.
Instead, it makes me work harder, and I swallow around him, slurping my way back up while I grind my hips down on his face even more.
He seems determined to get me to come like this, and it’s not going to take a lot for him to get his way. His fingers sliding in and out of my core feel amazing, and even though they’re not as thick as his dick would be, I’m not complaining, especially when he’s going to town on my clit the way he is, teasing it by circling his tongue around it before giving it more firm licks.
I can feel that molten heat starting in my core, spreading outward and making me feel heavy and flushed with pleasure. My toes curl a bit, and I pull off of his cock for a second so I can catch my breath.
“Oh, god. Shit,” I pant, rocking my hips in time with the way Rory is fucking my pussy with two fingers, licking up the juices that keep flowing from how turned on I am.
I get lost in that feeling for a second, totally forgetting about what I was doing to his cock, but then he lifts his other hand from my hip and slaps my ass with it, reminding me that this is a two-way street.
I roll my eyes and consider teasing him just to be a shit, making him wait for it or barely flicking his tip with my tongue. But I’m getting so close to coming, an orgasm building in my core and spreading heat through my body. I don’t want him to stop licking me as a way of teasing me back.
No. I want to come like this, with his face buried in my pussy.
I want it more than I want anything else in this moment.
Grinding my hips against his face a little, I wrap my lips around his length and get back to sucking his cock.
There’s no more being slow and measured about it, either. I bob my head with gusto, taking him all the way down each time, moaning and groaning around him while he continues to feast on me.
Rory pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and I give a low grunt of disappointment. I can feel my walls clenching around nothing, mourning the loss of being full. I’m about a second away from pulling off of his cock and telling him to put those fingers back, when I feel the pad of his index finger rub over my asshole.
My eyes fly open wide, and I nearly choke on his cock in my surprise. His finger is slick from being buried in my pussy, and the furled pink hole parts easily for him, letting him work the tip of his index finger inside.
I don’t know if it’s my surprise or the knowledge that he’s thinking about fucking my ass that does it, but the orgasm that’s been hovering right at the edge of my awareness suddenly hits me like a ton of bricks. The way he slides his finger into my ass while thrusting his tongue as deep as possible into my pussy sends me hurtling over the edge.
I cry out, slamming my hips down on his face as the heat of my release tears through me.
My moans are still muffled, and I try not to let up with my sucking while I ride out the pleasure of coming hard enough that I feel like I’m seeing stars.
It’s clearly still enough for Rory because he pulls back for air and groans my name before thrusting his hips up a few more times and spilling himself in my mouth.
The salty flood of cum is like a reward, and I swallow it and then pull off, panting for breath. I feel almost boneless, but there’s that spark of pleasure that’s still there, not wanting to be finished with him quite yet.
That’s even more obvious when Rory flips our positions again. I end up flat on my back with him hovering over me. His face is flushed from me sitting on it, and his mouth is shiny with my arousal. I swallow hard at the sight of it, and when he leans down to kiss me, I kiss back hungrily.
I can taste myself on his tongue, the salty sweet tang of my cream, and I know the taste of his cum is right there on my tongue for him too. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and kissing me with even more urgency.
My body arches into his, already eager for more, eager for him. I’m sated, but I’m still wet, and my nipples are still hard, pressing against the planes of his bare chest.
We kiss for a long minute, my arms around his neck and his holding him up over me. When we finally need to breathe, he pulls back and swallows hard, his green eyes dark with pleasure.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he asks.
I open my mouth to make a sarcastic comment, still determined to play my part, but I can’t find my voice in this moment, so I just shake my head instead. I have some idea of the answer, considering he’s been the one flirting with me since the moment I met all of them, practically.