“Why does it have to be right now?” And why am I even considering saying no?
“Because once we go back into the house, everyone is going to want your attention, dragging you away from the kitchen, and the party will be impossible. And later you’ll be drunk and all horny and demanding, and you won’t let me spend as much time as I like eating you out because you want my dick.” He smirks a little at the end and then gives me his damn puppy dog eyes.
He’s not wrong. About any of it. Once we’re with our friends, it’s going to be hard to pull me away from them, in part because other than River, I’m the only one who has a boyfriend here. The guy my cousin Lacey is dating went home to Arkansas to see his family, and her twin Lovey is on a strict no-boyfriend diet because the last guy she went out with ended up being way too clingy for her liking. BJ never dates anyone seriously enough to bring them home for the holidays, and I’m pretty sure he broke it off with whoever his casual fling was before he came home so he didn’t have to do the whole Christmas gift thing. And Quinn, Kodiak’s roommate and another one of our friends . . . well, I think he’s still nursing the same broken heart from the end of last year. He was noncommittal about coming out tonight, so I won’t be entirely surprised if he’s a no-show.
“Fine.” I sigh dramatically and roll my eyes. “You can eat me out.” I give him a stern look. “But don’t spoil your appetite.”
His brows pull together for a second, until he realizes I’m joking. “I fucking love you.” He picks me up by the waist and sets me on the nearest surface, which happens to be the pool table.
“We can’t do this here.”
The furrowed brow is back. “Why not?”
I arch one in response. “It needs to be a wipeable surface.”
“Oh! Shit. Right.” He grabs two handfuls of my ass and carries me across the room to the small kitchen, then deposits me on the counter.
He wraps one hand around the back of my neck and drops his mouth to mine. The other hand finds the hem of my dress and slides under the fabric and along my thigh. I’m wearing tights though, because bare legs in the middle of winter is a bad idea.
He breaks the kiss, and I pull my dress over my head, laying it carefully on the counter beside us so it doesn’t end up a wrinkled mess. Or worse, it ends up on the floor under me, and I ruin it with all my girl jizz. It’s happened before. And I didn’t have anything else to wear, so I had to spot clean my dress and use a blow-dryer on it. It was taffeta and the water marks were pretty damn obvious.
Kodiak cups my bra-covered boobs in his palms and pushes them together. Not that he needs to create any more cleavage than there already is. He drops his head and nuzzles in, murmuring, “I’ll be back to give you attention later.” He bites the swell of the left one and kisses the right.
When his gaze lifts to mine, I tip my head to the side. “You’re down to eight minutes. You’re gonna need to work fast if you really want to give me an orgasm.”
“Right. Yeah. It’s O time.” He hooks his fingers into my tights, and I lift my butt so he can drag them down my thighs. He tosses them behind him on the floor.
I’m still wearing panties. This is purposeful on Kodiak’s part. He really seems to love the challenge of working around fabric when he’s giving me oral-gasms. Kodiak pulls me to the edge of the counter and drops to his knees on the tile floor. It can’t feel good, but he never complains. When we’re in Chicago at school, this happens often, but usually I’m on his bed, or mine, or the dresser, and we have carpeted floors, so it isn't hard on his knees or mine.
Sometimes when I blow him, he likes to stand in the middle of the room, and I’ll kneel on a pillow so the only thing he can hold onto is my hair. He says it helps him last longer because he has to focus on staying upright. Our sex life is interesting, that’s for sure.
He buries his face in my panty-covered crotch and groans, mumbling something about my panties being damp. Which, at this point isn’t a shock, so I don’t know why he’s still fascinated by it.
Regardless, I let him believe that he’s the reason I always have to change my underwear after we get busy. I’m sure by now he’s realized that this is just the way my body is, either that or he prefers the idea that I’m this excited about his mouth on me. Either way, I win.
And I am excited. As evidenced by the state of my underwear. But my phone is buzzing inside my purse, and I know our time is limited before someone comes looking to cockblock us. That someone usually being BJ.
He opens his mouth over my crotch and presses his tongue against the fabric, the sensation is muted and not nearly enough, but I know the good stuff is coming, and soon. He sucks the fabric into his mouth and makes a sound that’s halfway to a growl before he releases it and noses it out of the way, exposing my clit.
Kodiak runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, pushing them wider apart. His fingers drift over sensitive skin, and he tugs my panties farther to the side with one hand, his free thumb brushing down my left vagina lip then up the center, sweeping past my entrance and over my clit. He circles my orgasm button, then follows with his tongue.
I brace myself, holding the edge of the counter with one hand and sliding my fingers into Kodiak’s hair, gripping tightly, because I already know what’s coming. His eyes lift and his mouth turns up in a devious smile for a moment before growing serious. And then he’s covering me with his mouth, sucking hard.
I shriek and buck and try to pull his head back and escape the sensation, but his hands come around behind me and he grips my ass, mouth fused to my clit like he’s trying to suck a particularly thick milkshake through a too-small straw.
It’s a lot to handle sensation-wise.
And it sends me careening close to the edge of an orgasm.
It’s almost annoying that he can get me off this fast. Almost. And mostly because his ego is about ten times the size it needs to be every time he manages to make me come in under five minutes. Which is basically all the time now. Because he learned that I ask him to be soft as a means to drag out the orgasms, so they’re more like a medium-intensity roller coaster instead of a rocket launch into outer space.
The suction disappears and with it, the shimmering edge of my orgasm. I groan my displeasure and try to yank his head back, but he just blows cool air on my clit, then circles it with his tongue, soft and sweet.
“I’m going to get you back for this later,” I groan.
“I know. I can’t wait.” He licks up my center again, tongue pushing inside me for a moment before he latches back onto my clit. Three more times he sucks like he’s trying to exorcise demons from my vagina with his mouth, and three more times I balance on the edge until finally he doesn’t break the suction, and I tip over the precipice, free falling into orgasm heaven. I’m shaking and groaning and probably ripping out his hair, but good God it’s intense.
Thankfully he doesn’t pull one of his favorite moves, which is to cease suction in the middle of my orgasm, only to resume a few seconds later and repeat until I’m basically a puddle and there’s one underneath me from all the coming.
The second my muscles relax, and I release his hair from my fist and drop back onto my elbow, he pushes up to a stand. He swipes at his chin with the back of his hand. All it does is smear my girl jizz around.