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“You are. And here’s another chance to prove it. I want you to eat me out, right here.” I spread my legs even more, and his face lights up.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he says, grinning.
He helps me out of my bottoms and that leaves my bare butt on the stone wall, but there’s a thrill that goes through me about that. Our yard is private enough that no one would see it, and having Xavier on his knees like this, ready to please me, makes my body hum with arousal.
And Xavier doesn’t waste any time once there are no more clothes in his way. He dives down between my legs, licking and lapping at me. He makes low, pleased noises, like he’s savoring the way I taste, and I shiver from that.
His tongue is so clever, dipping and swirling around my folds, lighting me on fire with pleasure. He’s learned the way I like it by now, and I tip my head back, keeping my hands in his hair while he works me up.
“So good,” I moan, hips bucking forward. “You’re so good. The way you use your mouth. The way you do what I ask you to do. You’re the best boy.”
Xavier groans desperately at that, his hips humping the air like he wants something to rut against. It’s hot to see, the way that just this already has him on the edge, and it just turns me on even more.
He pulls back at bit, to look at me with those big eyes. “Can I touch you?” he asks, his voice sounding a little wrecked.
“Please do,” I tell him, and he grins before getting back to it.
His hands find my inner thighs, and he holds on, fingers digging into the flesh there as he really applies himself to the task of getting me off.
“I love how this feels,” I tell him. “Being worshipped by you. Like I really am your queen and all you want to do is serve me.”
The noise that Xavier makes sounds like agreement, and I smile, grinding against his face a little.
Already I can feel that heat beginning to spread, the liquid warmth that starts in the pit of my stomach and spreads outward through the rest of me.
It’s not an inferno this time, but it feels amazing all the same. Praise falls from my lips as Xavier keeps licking at the places I’m the most sensitive. He laps at my clit, pressing down with the flat of his tongue, and then drags the point of it down to circle my entrance.
That’s enough to have me trembling with need, and I moan his name, arching as pleasure crashing through me. My orgasm takes me by surprise, but Xavier holds me through it, working his tongue like he wants every drop of my pleasure to be in his mouth.
He pulls back when I’m done, and he looks so turned on. His eyes are mostly pupil, gone dark with desire, and I reach out and touch his face gently.
“You taste so fucking good,” he rasps. “You have no idea.”
“Let me taste then.” I draw him to his feet and kiss him deeply, tasting myself in his mouth. He moans against my lips, sliding his tongue past them, and we make out for a few minutes, lost in each other.
When we finally break for breath, I loot down and see that there’s a damp patch on the front of his pants where his cock is already leaking with need.
“You know,” I say, trying to sound conversational and not as eager as I feel. “Good boys deserve to be rewarded.” I press the heel of my hand against his cock through his pants, and Xavier hisses in a breath.
He bucks forward, grinding against my hand, and then I take it away with a smile.
He whines softly, and I laugh before dropping down to my knees in front of him.
“You made me come with your mouth,” I tell him. “It only seems fair that I return the favor.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers finding their way into my hair.
“Let me take care of you.”
He nods, and I start undoing his pants, shoving them down enough to free his cock. It’s hard and thick, flushed a bit darker than the rest of his skin, and a bead of clear fluid is welling at the tip.
I lean in and lap it up, savoring the salty tang on my tongue. I wrap one hand around his shaft and then lean in, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth.
He’s not as big as Tristan, but it’s still not easy to get even most of him past my lips, so I take my time. Licking and swirling my tongue around the head of him before going down another couple of inches and sucking slowly.
“Fuck,” Xavier gasps again. “You’re getting so damned good at this, shortcake. Goddamn.”
That makes me preen, and maybe Xavier isn’t the only one with a praise kink here. His encouragement goes a long way toward making me double my efforts, sucking him down and bobbing my head.