Page 80 of Ruin The Friendship
“Lydia—”
But I don’t get the next word out, as she takes my boxers off and palms my cock, squeezing and jacking me in slow strokes. I don’t even get a moment to process because her lips are around my cock.
My brain malfunctions. No thoughts, pure heat and pleasure. Her mouth is sinful, sucking me deep in her throat as she bobs her head. One of my hands threads into her short hair, tugging softly to get her to slow down. She’s going to make me embarrass myself.
“Slow,” I breathe, leaning forward and resting my palm on the glass again.
I’m going to have to wash these windows. Otherwise, the Millers will definitely know what happened.
Lydia’s eyes give me the saddest pout, but she does as I say.
“There’s my girl.”
She slows her ministrations, using her hand on the base of my cock to give it a squeeze. I jerk, the sensation zipping the base of my spine. I grip her hair a little harder, pullingher from my length. “You gotta stop, beautiful. I’m going to come, and I am nowhere near ready for that.”
“But—”
I cover her mouth with my hand, using the other to pull her back to standing. Face to face again, I drop my hand from her mouth, kissing her again. This all feels so surreal. I take a step back to look at her.
She turns her body slightly as I trace my gaze over her, and as she does, her stomach catches in the moonlight.
“Holy shit, is that…” I rest my palm against the bump.
Lydia’s smile softens. “Yeah, it made an appearance this week.”
I drop to my knees, cradling her stomach in both hands and pressing a kiss there. “Hi, little ladybug. I love you so much.”
Her fingers thread through my hair, and I glance up, my eyes locking with hers.
“I’m so glad we have you.” Lydia bends down, kissing me deeply. Her tongue slips between my lips, and the heat that had turned into a sweet moment ramps back up.
My hands glide down her stomach to her thick thighs. I break apart from our kiss, and she straightens. I hold her gaze as I kiss down her stomach, to the outside of her thighs, slowly trailing inward with each kiss.
“Please, Fletch.” Lydia gasps.
I chuckle gruffly and press the sweetest of kisses to her pussy.
“Fletcher,” she whines.
“Be patient, beautiful girl.”
“I can’t. I’ve needed this for weeks. You’ve been teasing me.”
“Oh, have I?” I press my nose to her cunt. “How rude of me.”
“So rude,” she squeaks, slapping the glass behind her. “I didn’t make you wait.”
“Mmm, you’re right. I suppose I should rectify this.” I slide my tongue through her absolutely soaked pussy, drowning in the taste of her. When I find her clit, I moan, circling it with my tongue and sucking gently. She opens her legs wider, and I lift one up and over my shoulder.
“Oh, god,” Lydia wails as my fingers glide and press into her. Her fingers tighten around my hair, tugging as I bring her closer to orgasm.
I flick at her clit with my tongue, enjoying the way her pussy tightens around my fingers as I slowly thrust in and out of her. My free hand grips my dick after it twitches, aching to be inside of her, aching to come. I can’t do that yet, though.
“Fletcher, I’m—” She gasps, attempting to grip the slippery glass.
A late burst of fireworks explodes into the sky over the lake, bathing our world in shimmers of gold, blue, and red. Lydia screams as her orgasm hits her, her body clenching tight around me, her hips jerking. I don’t stop my motions as she squeezes my fingers so tight. I’m dreaming of the moment she comes around my cock.
When she pushes my head away, I slide her leg from my shoulder and fall back onto my ass, breathing heavily. Her slick wetness is coating my lips and chin, and fuck if I’m going to clean myself off. I’ll wear her release like a brand.
