“Where’s the bed?” I practically growled. Her mouth was buried in my neck, and I had a feeling I was going to have a hickey before we were done.
She didn’t stop whatever sucking and licking she was doing with her mouth to stick her arm out and point.
I turned us, strode into the back room. There was enough glow from the streetlights to be able to see, but I wasn’t turning any overhead ones on because the preschool didn’t have blinds. I wanted Kelsey all to myself. This wasn’t going to be a peep show for anyone who walked by.
Before I could get to the small bed in the corner, she cupped me through my jeans, and I changed direction. The wall was closer, and her hand was on my dick. On. My. Dick.
“Is that all you?” she asked.
“My dick? Yeah, that’s all me.” Just the press of those fingers had me close to coming. “Fuck.” I hadn’t picked up a woman in a long time. Hadn’t been this crazed, this insane to get inside hot pussy. Kelsey was making me lose my shit, and I fucking loved it.
I set her on her feet, so she was propped against the wall. When I knew she wasn’t going to fall over or crumple to the floor, I dropped to my knees and made quick work of her jeans, pushing them down over her hips, taking her panties with them.
The fabric bunched around her thighs, and I didn’t wait another second. I hadn’t been lying when I said I wanted to lick her. That I liked to swirl my tongue around the tip, then get my whole mouth on her. So I did just that.
“Still doesn’t mean anything?” I asked, licking my lips.
“Sawyer!” she cried. That was what I thought. She was as into this as me.
She sure as fuck wouldn’t have gone through with the auction if she felt nothing. If I meant nothing. She was nicer than she thought. Felt more than she shared. She couldn’t hide it from me. But I wasn’t going to tell her this now.
Fuck no. I pulled back then, looked up at her in the dim light and grinned. Licked my lips.
“I love your body.” The scent of her pussy was driving me wild. I had her taste on my tongue, sugary sweet. Perfection. “This pussy’s mine.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“I only want to hear you calling my name. Or God. Otherwise, you’re talking too much.”
“If I’m talking too much, then you’re not doing it right.”
I looked up at her, narrowed my eyes.
She looked equal parts aroused and smug. While I was now going to get her to come like it was my fucking job, I was also going to wipe that look off her face.
"Challenge fucking accepted, sugar.”
She didn’t reply, only tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed my face back into her pussy. I grinned for a split second before I got back to work, licking and learning every inch of her.
Her hips shifted and writhed with impatience because her jeans were in the way. I pulled back and got her jeans and panties down her legs. Kelsey helped by toeing off her sandals then kicking the denim and lace to the side.
I wasn’t sure who was more frantic, me or her. She boldly stepped wide. Fuck, yes. She wasn’t shy about her sexuality. She knew what she wanted, and that was my face between her thighs.
Good thing because that was exactly what I wanted too.
“You’re going to come on my face, then you’ll come on my dick.”
“Promises, promises.”
She was right. I wasn’t doing this right if she was still talking. I wanted her to scream and forget her name. I was going to make that happen. My dick throbbed in my jeans, but it was staying in there until I got her off, or I’d have her on her back and be balls deep before she could say “condom.”
While I loved my niece, I wasn’t ready for kids of my own. Being in a fucking preschool was a good reminder that once it was time to fuck, we both needed to be protected. As she said, this was a fling. A wild fuck. Right?
Although the way I was feeling about Kelsey right now, once wasn’t going to be enough. Not even close.
I was done warming her up. Done ensuring she was right here with me. She was going to come. Now. I got two fingers inside her and knew I found her G-spot when she cried out and rolled her hips. I rubbed that little spongy spot, pressed on it, and she jerked. Then I flicked her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue and learned the left side of that little pearl set her off. I curled and swirled, and she came. Her inner walls rippled, and her wetness coated my fingers. I felt like a fucking rock star. I’d satisfied this woman, pleasured her to the point where her knees buckled, and I had to use my free hand to grip her hip to keep her upright. Her eyes were closed, her chin tipped up toward the ceiling. And she was fucking silent.
She was stunning when she came. And I wanted to see that look again. I wanted to make her lose control. To give herself to me just like this. Not just this time. Not just when I sank my dick inside her. Over and over for a long fucking time. I’d think about why that might be a problem later.
Yet the idea she’d walk away from me and some other guy would see her like this… I growled at the thought. No way anyone else could satisfy her like I could.
I pushed off the ground and picked her up as I did, carrying her over to the bed. It was fucking tiny, perhaps a twin or one of those narrow twins for a dorm room.
I was too big for that shit. I had been in college, and I was now. I set Kelsey on her feet, grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and dropped it on the made bed. Next, I undid my pants, pushed them down just enough so my cock sprang free. I sighed in relief. Kelsey sucked in a breath, which had me grinning as I sat on the side of the bed.
She stood before me, half naked. Her pussy with those fucking red curls was right in front of my face. I wanted to see her tits too, but I was too far gone. I had her taste in my mouth, her scent on my lips and chin. My balls were too full. She was that sexy.
I pulled a condom out. At the same time, Kelsey dropped to her knees and took me in her small hand although her fingers didn’t make it all the way around.
My hips bucked.
I stilled, stared down at her. At her wild hair, her just-orgasmed look.
“Holy fuck,” I murmured.
She was between my parted knees, dick in her grip. The crown was leaking pre-cum like a faucet and her warm breath fanned over it. As she leaned in and was about to get her mouth on it as if it were a fucking ice cream cone, I grabbed her by the arms and hoisted her up.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she even looked disappointed. “What—”
“Shit, sugar, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but you get your mouth on me, and this is going to end before we get started.”
She watched as I worked the condom on, then glanced up at her. “Climb on, sugar. Take me for a ride.”
She studied me for a second, her breath coming in little excited pants. “You really are a cowboy.”
“Should I say something about my big fire hose instead?”
Her nose crinkled. “Yeah, no.” Her hands settled on my shoulders for balance as she set one knee on the bed beside my hip, then the other. I cupped her waist to steady her and help lift her. I grabbed my dick, and she shimmied until I was notched at her entrance.
My teeth clenched at the hot feel of her, even with only the head slipping inside.
“Oh fuck,” I said as she worked herself down onto me.