Page 78 of Never Stop

He groaned. “Fuck no. I want your sassy mouth wrapped around my dick getting me hard.”

I found the package I wanted and tore the plastic bag off. “Right here?” I asked, nudging my head at the couch. We’d never had sex on the couch because it seemed Cheyenne was always home when we had a free moment.

“Yeah, and then I’m gonna fuck you as you bend over the arm of the couch.”

My pussy clenched at his words and a spark of desire coursed through me. I wanted that like it was my next breath. “Let me wash this real quick and then I’ll be back. Don’t more,” I instructed and ran to the bathroom for soap and water. When I returned, Easton had his hands behind his head. I placed the cock ring on the coffee table and crouched down beside him, reaching for the button of his jeans. He drew in a breath as my hand skimmed his bare skin above the waist of his boxers that were sticking out an inch or so beyond his pants.

“Avery and Gary were right.”

I looked up at him. “About what?”

He grinned. “They said I’d thank them for not telling me what you guys did tonight. I have to say, I’m loving the surprise of what’s in the bags.”

“I’m not sure you’ll love everything.” I laughed and started working on his jeans again.

“Why?”

“I’ll let you be the judge after we’re done.”

“Hmmm. Okay.”

I began pulling his jeans and boxers down his hips. Once they were off and on the floor, I smiled as I looked at his glorious form. He was sculpted from head to toe, and I couldn’t wait to devour him—forever.

Returning to my crouching position, I grabbed his cock, stroking it as it hardened in my hand. Leaning forward, I licked the tip before sucking the head with a pop.

“Fuck,” he breathed and moved my brown hair away from my face so he could get a better look. His hand stayed in my hair, holding the back of my head as I licked and sucked him. “That’s it, baby. Take me deep in your throat.”

I moaned at his words and did just that. His dick slid to the back of my throat, and I sucked hard. I knew, without a doubt, Easton tasted better than any flavored condom.

“I’m gonna come if you keep going, and then we won’t be able to use your new toy for a while.”

I licked his head once more and then straddled him again, leaning forward to plant my lips against his. I wanted to kiss every inch of him.

He began tugging at my shirt. “We need to do something about your clothes, babe.”

“I’ll do it,” I said. My body was humming with need, and if I didn’t have him inside me soon, I’d have to take matters into my own hands. Quickly, I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my magenta bra with a paisley design on the cups. I kissed him again before I stood to remove my pants.

“I love watching you strip.”

“You didn’t get your fill tonight?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Didn’t go to a strip club.”

“Oh?”

Easton watched as I threw my jeans, bra, and panties on the floor. I didn’t put on a show for him. He was hard and waiting and I was burning with need, my pussy wet. “Here,” he said and reached around me to grab the cock ring off the table. “Put this on now.”

I took the light pink ring from his fingers and straddled his hips once more. I stretched the ring as Easton held the base of his cock and I slid the soft gel ring around his shaft. Then I pushed the small button and turned it on.

His eyes lit up, and he grinned. “Wow.”

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

“Slide me inside and find out.”

“Thought you wanted to fuck me over the arm of the couch?”

“Change of plans. You’re gonna ride me.”

Without another word, I rose up, took the base of him and lowered myself on top. The vibration from the ring met my clit, and I moaned, closing my eyes.

“Wow is right,” I breathed.

“Ride me, baby,” he groaned.

And, I did until we both came and our bodies were slick with sweat.So maybe Easton was going to love all my new goodies in the black bags.

As we lay on the couch, catching our breaths, me on top of him still, I asked, “What did you guys do tonight if you didn’t go to a strip club?”

“We—played pool.”