Page 32 of Chaos & Carnage
“Then you’d better spread those legs for me, baby. Unless you want her to see me eating you out in the kitchen. Fuck. I don’t mind.”
I wrapped my arm around her thigh, wrenching it off the floor a little too roughly, that she wobbled. Then I hooked it over my shoulder. Her pussy smelt hot and earthy, open just slightly from where I’d been buried inside it just a few moments ago. I edged forwards, taking a swipe at her with my tongue, licking over her swollen entrance and tasting the slight tanginess of her juices.
Alice gasped, pulling away from me. I grabbed at her hips, not letting her escape, and shuffled closer. Now she was wedged right against the bench with nowhere to go than ride my face. And I would not stop until she all but drowned me.
My tongue swiped against her, her hands going to my head, not sure where to put herself. I flicked lightly at the end of her clit, concentrating on the tiny twitching of her legs around my ears. Her breath hitched; the rhythm disrupted. Pulling her hips towards me, I yanked her down onto my face, my tongue licking and swirling. As I flicked it over her swollen clit once more, she whimpered, fingernails scratching my scalp and grabbing for my hair. I flicked it again, her hips moving involuntarily in response, stiffening as soon as she realised what she had done.
“Ride my face, Alice. Don’t hold back,” I said, pulling away enough that my words weren’t muffled into her folds.
She went to say something, but only a mumbled moan came from her mouth, as mine went back to her, sucking against the most sensitive part of her pussy right now. Her hips bucked again, and again, with each lick and suck over her swollen lips, over her clit, and then I pushed into her, licking at her engorged entrance.
“Shit,” she hissed from above me, her hips moving faster, my hands encouraging the movement.
“That’s it, Al,” I coaxed. “That’s a good girl.”
Letting go of one side of her, I felt between her legs, at the wetness pooling out of her sweet pussy and all over my face. Moving my mouth back to her clit, I swiped my fingers through the sticky warmth that leaked from her, coating the tips and then slowly guiding them inside of her pussy. She moved against my face, the moans and gasps now falling freely from her lips, her fists tightening on my hair. Then I crooked the top of my fingers, swirling them around in circles.
“Shit, Cade,” she cried again, her hips pushing down onto me.
I swirled my tongue faster, alternating between licking and sucking and then gently catching the end of her clit with my teeth.
“Cade,” her cry was strangled, a gasp, and a moan and a whimper all mixed into one.
I moved my fingers faster, plucking at her clit with my tongue.
“Cade, I can’t.”
She fucking could.
I took my lips off her clit, my thumb replacing where my mouth had been, my fingers still buried in her pussy, working her harder. Her eyes were closed, her head rolling back on her shoulders, her arms rigid where she held onto my hair. But she rode each thrust of my fingers, pushing against my hand, pushing that swollen nub of hers into my thumb.
“How close are you, Al?” I asked, circling the fingers inside of her, watching her mouth fallen open in a silent ‘o’, her eyes squeezing together more tightly.
“Close,” she whispered so quietly I had to concentrate on the movement of her lips to really catch the words.
I moved harder inside her, feeling her legs shake around me. Then as her hands tightened in my hair, and the very follicle ends felt like they were going to be pulled out, I pushed my mouth back over her clit, sucking the delicate nub into my mouth, my tongue swirling on the very end.
Her cry filled the room. Her pussy forced down my face, covering my nose and mouth, her hips rocking back and forth as the orgasm possessed her. And on and on it went. I didn’t stop rotating my fingers. I didn’t stop licking and sucking and pulling at her. But soon she was going to suffocate me. And I couldn’t think of a better way to die.
Suddenly, her body trembled, the orgasm ebbing away, and her leg dropping from my shoulder. Alice breathed hard, long heavy breaths, as her weight dropped onto my face. My chin and mouth were soaked, a mix of my saliva and the sudden surge of juices as she came. And all I could smell was her pussy, earthy and tangy.
I rose to my feet, her eyelids fluttering open, seeing me but not quite seeing. Her nipples still hardened, the smoothness of her skin gone, a million tiny goosebumps all over her.
“You’re cold, Al.”
“I don’t know what I am,” she rasped, a faint smile pulling at her lips.
“Let’s get you warmed up.” I scooped her into my arms, holding her naked, spent body against my chest.
She didn’t complain, only wrapped her arms around my neck and lay her head on my shoulder. The intensity of her breathing slowed, but her heart still thumped against me, strong and determined. Slowing.
“Where’s your room, babe?”
“At the top of the house,” her words caressed my neck. “Up the next set of stairs.”
Carrying her out of the kitchen, I retreated, finding the hallway and climbing up towards the attic. There was only one door at the very top and I nudged it open with my foot.
“Where’s the light, Al?” I asked.