Page 9 of Goode to Be Bad

She bit her lip, grinning. “That’s a solid yes. Eating me out in a public, unlocked bathroom? Not an easy yes.” She moved her fists faster now. “You almost there, Myles?”

I growled, hips pushing up. “Yeah…shit, yeah, nearly.” I smirked at her. “Why? You in a hurry? If you’re that hungry, I got something for you to eat,” I said, laughing.

“Dirty boy.” She bent over me, took me into her mouth—one deep plunge, another, a third, and then right as I felt the edge approaching, she backed away, licking her lips. “There. Better?”

I closed my eyes briefly—but only briefly, because watching her was one of life’s great pleasures, and one of the best parts of sex with her, physical sensations aside. “You ever gonna let me finish in your mouth, Lex?”

She shrugged, but the sudden shuttering of her expression told me I’d hit a sore spot somehow. “Maybe. That’s not really my thing. Having your cock in my mouth, I like. Having cum in my mouth, not so much.”

“Fair enough,” I said, knowing enough of her expressions and moods by now to know to let it go.

She slowed her strokes, eyes on mine. “Really? That’s it? Fair enough?”

“If it’s not your thing, it’s not your thing. No big deal for me. You do plenty of other dirty, wicked, sinful, incredible things for me.”

She kept her gaze on my erection in her fists, watching as the tip sprouted up out the top of her hand, and then began a fast soft hand-over-hand rhythm that made me utterly crazy, immediately gasping and growling and hips flexing helplessly upward as the need to let go rose and rose and began to pulse. “You really don’t mind?”

I groaned. “No, Lex, I don’t.” I let myself go, let myself fuck her hands. “Fuck, babe—your hands feel like heaven.”

“Thought my pussy was heaven?” she asked, voice low, husky.

“It is. Different kind of heaven.” I was losing the ability to make sense as she continued the quick hand over hand. “Your mouth is heaven, pussy is heaven, hands are heaven. Tits are heaven. Just you—you’reheaven.”

She didn’t answer, but I saw her absorbing that. “What about my ass?”

“That’s heaven, too, but I was operating under the assumption you weren’t quite ready for that yet.”

“Or ever.” She squeezed me. “This absolutely will not fit there, and I’m not about to try.”

“My tongue will.”

She hissed in surprise. “Shit, Myles. You would not. Would you?”

I couldn’t answer right away, lost to the rising surge of orgasm welling up within me. “Yeah—shit yeah I would. Get you naked in the shower, get you all soapy and clean, rinse you off, and I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, Lex.”

“You do that, I may just reconsider my no cum in the mouth rule, just for you.”

“That’s…holy shit, holy shit, Lex—that’s a rule? Like, always?”

“Yeah. Since…well…for a long, long time.” She went faster, then, seeing me struggle to hold back. “Never had anyone lick my asshole…always been curious what it feels like.”

“Never done it to anyone,” I said. “But for you? There ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t do to make you feel good.”

She bit her lip, watching me arch up off the couch cushions, butt taut, thrusting up into her hands. “Give it to me, Myles. I wanna watch you come.”

“Now, Lex. Right—oh fuck, oh fuck, right…now.”

I had no more words, just gone, lost in the thrall of orgasm, in the feel of her small soft hands stroking me over and over, hand over hand, and then as I began to come, she let me sag back against my belly and twisted her hands in a sinuous stroking plunging rhythm that drove me wild, made me come helplessly hard. I shouted, growled, roared, felt it surge out of me. One hand continued pumping me in hard fast strokes, and with the other she cupped my balls and massaged them, slid a finger along the underside and pressed against me and I came even harder, so hard it hurt, so hard the ache of release became a hot taut wire of fire slicing through me, making me momentarily blind and dizzy and disoriented. She didn’t relent as I came, but went for more. Stroked, not faster, but slower. Drawing it out. Making me arch my spine, butt up off the bed, my entire body bent in a bow, groaning through a release so powerful I could not even believe it was real.

Finally, I sagged, the orgasm conceded defeat and faded away, letting me out of its grip.

When I returned to myself, I was gasping raggedly, and Lexie was still sitting on my thighs, a small satisfied smile on her face, watching me. “Well hi,” she breathed, “you’re back. I lost you there for a minute.”

I had a giant pool of cum on my belly, a thick stripe up onto my chest, dripping down into my navel and connecting to my sagging cock by a string of viscous white. “Damn, girl.”

She laughed. “You’re welcome. Now get cleaned up and feed me.”

“I need a towel or something.”