Page 105 of Yours, For Good

She gave me another kiss, and this time I kept her close with a hand around her neck. I claimed her mouth for a longer kiss.

I broke it off, but gave her a last small kiss on her freckles. "Pity you can't take advantage of me at the moment."

"Pity indeed, considering what's going on in said sweatpants." She stole a glance at the half-boner taking shape under the fabric.

I arched an eyebrow at my overly eager cock. "I told it to relax, but it didn't listen."

"Mmhh, poor thing." She palmed me through the fabric. "We won't get to do much while here, will we?"

I held my breath for a few seconds, like it would help me contain the blood rushing south. "Probably not. If my friends have had sex with their partners here, I haven't heard them. I can't be the first."

"Then you should make sure to keep quiet." She closed her teeth gently around my swelling dick, and I went instantly hard.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. I let out the air in my lungs through pursed lips. "You sure you don't want to go eat something?"

"I'll have you for breakfast first." She glanced at me with a playful — and more than a bit evil— smile.

"Nora—"

Her name died in a strangled sound on my throat, when she got my hard cock out of pants and underwear, and gave it one long lick, base to head.

Unconsciously, I sunk my fingers in her hair, just as she wrapped her lips around me and took me in.

"Fffff-uck!" The sound barely made it out of my mouth, but it was clear to my ears.

Nora chuckled and repeated the movement. After a few times, her hand took over.

"I thought you like to be tormented," she said. "I could do that and leave… with the work unfinished."

"I knew there was an evil glint in your eyes."

"Or… I could return the favor. I do owe you a few orgasms." She went back to sucking me, licking me.

She hollowed out her mouth, dragging her lips on my length.

I bit hard on my lip, my chest working at full speed. Fire built under my skin, and I had to gather the scraps of my strength not to pull on Nora's hair and demand more.

"You don't owe me a thing." I bit back a groan. "Three-to-one is a good ratio. Two-to-one is the bare minimum."

She let her hand do the work again. She glanced up at me. "Orgasm ratio? As in, I should always come at least twice as often as you do?"

I nodded, the movement more of a jerking motion than anything. "Minimum."

"Mmmmh. You deserve a reward for such generosity."

She went back to working me with her mouth and, if keeping the sounds I wanted to make quiet were a sport, I'd surely get gold.

Without meaning to, I slapped my journal and pen off the bed; it landed on the floor with a sharp plop. I barely processed it. All I could do was grab onto the sheets for dear life, and follow her movements with the hand still in her hair.

I held onto the moan clutching my throat. "You deserve an award for that mouth, Jesus fucking Christ."

Praise seemed to spur her own. I begged my brain to file the information for later use, if it could latch onto it through the fog of pleasure wiping my mind clean. In the trance she had me in, with her lips and tongue and hand playing me like an instrument she knew well, all I could do was let go of her hair and caress her face.

The gesture revealed ink behind her ear. In minimal lines, it delineated a book and flowers sprouting from the open spine.

"I found your tattoo," I whispered and closed my eyes. "I'm gonna come."

She let her hand finish me off, and I shot my cum on my shirt-covered stomach.