Page 32 of Let’s Give ‘Em Pumpkin to Talk About

Eighteen

Z ach left without a fuss, and Josh saw him out. He returned to the table and sat across from Sadie. “This calls for a celebration,” she said.

Sadie’s intense gaze made Josh lightheaded. When she was turned on, he was absolutely in her thrall. He’d do anything for her on any given day, but after the exhilaration of last night, he was desperate for her next move.

“How would you like to celebrate?” he asked. While he and Sadie hadn’t reached the level of intimacy he craved from sex yet, what they had done was molten hot. He felt brand-new after the last time, like he emerged from a forge, a rusty dagger transformed into a sharp sword.

“I think a blow job is a fairly traditional reward for a job well done, no?” she asked with a sly smile.

Zach’s coffee sat untouched between them, dotted with condensation. Sadie pushed it to the side and then reached across the table, grabbing his hands and pulling him up onto the table.

“Sit here,” she said, patting the table in front of her.

Josh did as he was told, sitting on the edge of the table and straddling her with his legs. In a fluid motion, she peeled off her black T-shirt, exposing a black lacy bralette through which her nipples were visible.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, without thinking.

Sadie beamed, actually beamed—eye crinkles, tooth gap, the works—and pulled the bralette off as well.

Her breasts bounced lusciously and transported him to the vision of her on top of him, that captivating view of her breasts and the grip of her pussy on his cock.

His whole body hummed with the pleasure of it.

Sadie unzipped his jeans as he unbuttoned his shirt. Soon he was naked and straddling her, his breath ragged with need, anticipating her touch, her mouth.

Sadie took her time, studying him like an artist would, and then ran her tongue up the length of him in one confident stroke. Josh let out a moan.

When she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, his vision went black at the edges.

She slid her hands around his thighs to grip his ass and slid her mouth down his shaft with a delicious heat and pressure.

She brought one hand back to grip the base of his cock while she took him deep with a rocking motion.

He watched, fascinated by the sight of his cock in her mouth, the way it stretched her pretty lips into an O, the way it glistened from her efforts.

Her eyes were closed and he was grateful.

If she dared look up at him through those soft, dark lashes, he would come on the spot.

And he wanted to prolong this experience.

He wanted to carve it in stone, engrave it on a metal plate to shoot into space.

She teased him, varying the speed and pressure. “So hot” were the only words that escaped his lips between groans of pleasure. Her mouth, her breasts, this scenario they found themselves in. All hot, all adding to the pressure building deep within him.

She pulled back to whisper, “Tell me when you’re about to come,” which almost did it, her eyes fluttering up to him, pupils blown wide.

But it was when she took her other hand off his ass, when he could see that she was getting so turned on that she wanted to caress her own breast, when he could see her wriggling in her seat trying to find some purchase for that sensitive clit of hers, that he couldn’t take it.

She was sucking with such perfect pressure, swirling her tongue over him.

He whispered, “Sadie, now,” incapable of any other words, his whole universe reduced to Sadie and now , and she pulled back, stroking him with her hands.

He kept his eyes open as he came, curious to see Sadie’s own reaction. She was looking down at her breasts, where she had directed the stripes of come now adorning her, sending one last burst of ecstasy through him like an aftershock.

“Oh yes,” she said, “you’re going to have to paint me.”

Josh spoke between panting breaths. “Like a portrait?”

“No,” she said, “like I’m the canvas, and you brush paint onto me.”

He’d rather get his hands on her, but touching her luscious body with a paintbrush as a proxy would absolutely suffice.

“Right now?”

“You have edible body paint in your bathroom closet.”

Josh had no memory of ordering that in his sex toy shopping spree. It might have been some sort of free gift tossed in because of the astronomical amount he spent. That endeavor he thought ill-fated was proving more fruitful by the day.

“Let’s swing by the bathroom and then head upstairs, then.”

“Do you have some old beach towels or ratty sheets or something?” she asked.

His reply was immediate. “I’m not going to have you lie down on anything but the nicest linens.”

“But it’s going to make a mess,” she protested.

“Then it looks like we’ll be making a big old mess.”