Chapter 33
He started slow, flat tongue licking steadily from bottom to top, circling the clit nice and easy, the warm wet heat of his mouth wrapping around the whole sensitive nub. But I didn't want slow. I wanted hard. I wanted to be taken. I smacked the top of his head lightly with my open palm, impatient, the sharp sound echoing in the small room.
"Hard, fuck. Fast."
He obeyed right away. His tongue pressed hard against my clit, sucking with force, then licking in quick, rough strokes, like he wanted to devour me whole. The wet sounds were way too loud—tongue slapping, sucking, lapping—the slickness dripping down his chin, splattering on the floor. Two fingers plunged into my pussy all at once, no warning, sliding deep, curling inward, hitting that spot that made me see stars. His thick fingers stretched my inner walls, the hot, firm friction sending electric waves shooting up my belly, making my small tits tingle under my shirt, nipples hardening until they ached against the fabric.
I bit my hand to keep from moaning out loud, teeth sinking into my palm, the taste of skin and sweat filling my mouth. My whole body shook, hips bucking against his mouth and hand, clit throbbing on his tongue, pussy clenching around those two fingers like it wanted to swallow his whole fist. I leaned against the wardrobe next to the door to stay on my feet, back arching, thighs quivering hard, wetness running down his fingers, down my thighs, dripping onto the floor in hot, sticky drops.
I was almost there. The pleasure built fast, tight, unbearable. My clit burned in his mouth, pussy squeezing his two fingers, my ass twitching empty, craving more. I pulled my hand from my mouth for a second and whispered through gritted teeth:
"Stick in one more."
He knew I meant up front. He pulled out the two fingers for a moment—the emptiness hit immediate, cruel—spit into his hand, the wet sound echoing, and shoved in three. All at once. My pussy opened wide, stretched out, stuffed full. The three thick fingers sliding deep, curling hard, pounding that spot that made me convulse. I lost it. My whole body locked up, back slamming against the wardrobe, thighs shaking violently, clit pulsing on his tongue, pussy gripping those three fingers like it wanted to tear through skin. The pleasure was too intense, almost pain, almost too much for my body to take. Wetness gushed over his fingers, running down my thighs in hot streams, splattering the floor, the strong musky scent of sex filling the entire room.
I bit my hand harder, eyes squeezed shut, body convulsing in silence, the orgasm crashing in fast and brutal, deep waves that left me dizzy, wetness squirting, dripping, splashing. My back arched, hips thrusting forward on their own, begging for more, deeper, harder. My ass twitched empty, but my pussy was full, wrecked, pulsing in spasms that made my whole body quake. I couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. And he didn't stop. Kept sucking hard, fingers pumping fast, pushing me past the edge.
Outside, the sound of a door. My mom was back. My heart jumped into my throat, adrenaline mixing with the lust, my whole body jolting anew—fear and pleasure at once. I grabbed him by the ears with both hands, fingers digging into his hair, holding him locked there, face buried in my pussy. He sucked and fingered faster, looking up at me with fear, eyes wide, but he didn't stop. His tongue sucked my whole clit, fingers working deep, curling hard.
"What do you guys want for dinner?"
"Pizza!"
"No pizza! Stop eating that junk!"
I answered, voice hoarse, shaking, trying to sound normal:
"Salad..."
The pleasure surged fast, tight, unbearable. My clit throbbed in his mouth, pussy clenching those three fingers like it wanted to burst through skin, the orgasm coming violent, deep waves. I was gonna cum. Gonna cum right there, with him trapped between my thighs, my mom right outside.
"Why's the door locked?"
Jonathan answered quick, no hesitation:
"There's a suitcase behind the door, Mom. We'll move it in a sec!"
I couldn't hold it anymore. My whole body seized up. My clit pulsed hard on his tongue, pussy contracting in deep spasms, squeezing those three fingers until it hurt, wetness gushing over his fingers, running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor in hot, sticky drops. I came quietly, body shaking in slow, violent waves, hips grinding against his mouth, pleasure exploding from my belly to my tits, to the back of my neck, to my weakening legs. I bit my hand harder to keep from screaming, eyes watering, vision blurring, whole body convulsing in silence while he kept sucking and fingering, licking it all up, not letting go.
When the shaking passed, I let go of his ears slowly. He lifted his face, mouth shining with my wetness, dark eyes, panting, with that crooked smile of someone who knew he'd pushed me to the brink. I stayed there, slumped against the door, legs like jelly, unable to think of anything but the emptiness already creeping back, mixed with the thick scent of sex taking over the whole room.
My brother was quicker. He wiped his face and hands on an old shirt on the floor, pulled up my pants reminding me my mom was right outside and I needed to get dressed. He even had time to use the same shirt to dry me a bit between my thighs—the rough fabric scraping my swollen clit, making me hiss low with a mix of pain and lingering heat—before zipping everything up.
He opened the door. My mom walked in right away, nose wrinkled, looking around.
"Damn, I'm gonna have to wash these clothes, no getting around it. There's a nasty ass smell in this room, you guys smell that?"
"It's Nicole farting, Mom."
She looked at him laughing and scolding at the same time, shook her head like a cool mom and said heading back to the kitchen:
"Tonight it's pizza anyway. You guys deserve it."
The silence returned.
My legs still trembling.