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KEENE

M akayla certainly knew what she was doing.

She only used three fingers, and that was all she needed.

The index and middle wrapped around my length while her thumb pressed against the vein running up the center.

She made stars shoot behind my eyes as she applied pressure and took me between her lips, sucking in the head and swirling her tongue, getting it all wet and ready as she pumped with those three digits.

“Motherfucker,” I groaned, my hands leaving the railing so I could grip my own head. “Jesus Christ.”

She killed me further by abandoning the hand job so she could suck me in deeper, her tongue swirling the entire time.

I choked out a sound of surprise and bumped my head back against the beam of the gazebo to alleviate some of the overwhelming pleasure.

And she just kept going. After taking me deep, she cupped my nads and rolled them in her palm.

I sobbed out a sound of distress because I really, really wanted to touch her.

But I slapped a hand down on the railing twice before gripping it for dear life as her fingers went where no finger had ever gone before.

Just under my nuts and way too close to the anus, she applied pressure to a certain muscle there, and my eyes shot open wide.

“Whoa!” I cried, squirming against her as she continued to deep-throat me, sucking with so much pressure my knees went weak. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

It was too much. The fingers, the mouth, the warm, wet, wet tongue. I couldn’t take it.

My hips rocked, and I pushed deeper between her lips.

I tried to focus on a streetlight in the distance instead of what she was doing, to draw out the fun. I wanted this to go on forever. But it felt too good.

The sound of suction and her occasional murmurs of desire mixed with my hisses and curses echoed around the gazebo. One of her hands gripped my sides, her nails digging in and causing a shot of lust to rocket through my dick.

“Makay—” I tried to announce. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m—” And that was all the warning I could muster.

In the next instant, I was shooting my load in her mouth.

And she swallowed it all.

Forgetting my deal to keep my hands off, I gripped her hair and threw my head back against the wood, groaning long and low.

“Fuuuuck.”

She didn’t pull away. She drew in every ounce, lapping up my release with hard pulls and greedy gulps.

It went on and on past the normal time I’d ever come before, and I just kept going. My head went woozy, and my knees weakened. My mouth gaped until finally, eons later, I sagged, completely spent.

As soon as her lips left me, I sank to the floor beside her, mumbling, “What the hell?” I panted for a few seconds to clear my head, then uttered, “How did you—?” But I paused there, shaking my head, not even sure what I wanted to ask.

“Are you okay?” she finally asked.

“No,” I answered, nearly positive I’d never be okay again. Tucking myself away and zipping up, I claimed, “You fucking ruined me.”

A giddy sound of pleasure spilled from her, and I smiled, feeling powerful about drawing forth such a laugh. I’d never heard her laugh before, or if I had, I’d never heard her laugh like that .

Unable to keep my hands to myself, I reached out and tugged her toward me. “Come’ere.”

She squeaked in surprise, but she still let me pull her into my lap. When she landed facing me with her legs straddling my waist, she gasped and went tense, but I grunted my approval and wrapped an arm around the base of her back, sliding her even closer.

“There. Now that’s more like it.”

I grabbed hold of her thigh, just under her skirt, and kneaded the warm skin, barely creeping my hand higher with each squeeze.

She stilled before releasing a breath and sliding her fingers up my chest to my shoulders.

“Thank you,” she murmured in my ear. “I really liked that.”

I had no idea what she was thanking me for. I was the one who’d gotten off here. But I murmured, “Good,” as I relaxed against the support beam to get more comfortable on the hard floor. “Except that’s not at all how the Happy Kitty goes.”

She laughed again before whispering, “Oops.” But she didn’t seem to care that I hadn’t pleased her yet. Instead, she hugged me, wrapping both arms around my chest just under my arms and nestling her face on my shoulder.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered, burrowing even closer.

Everything inside me melted, making me hug her back and enjoy her softness. She was a small, bony thing with not a lot of cushion anywhere, but her hug felt like heaven.

Squinting into the dark, I tried to recall if I’d ever hugged a girl after a blowjob before.

I’m pretty sure I hadn’t. But I kind of dug it.

Huh. After-blowjob hugs were the best.

Makayla was turning out to be so much sweeter than I’d initially taken her for.

I tried to think up everything I knew about her, except there was surprisingly little.

She came to class in a pack of three, so I usually hit on them as a unit, to which they always brushed me off as a group.

I’d actually been surprised when she’d approached me tonight, asking for the Happy Kitty.

But I guess rumors had gotten around, so she’d grown curious.

Thank God.

Still. I knew shit about her, other than she was a total sex goddess with BJs and she gave really good hugs. Something about her fingers gave me peace and contentment as they stroked over the base of my back. It made me want to actually know her.

Running my thumb over her arm, I turned my face in toward hers. “Come back to my room with me. Stay the night. I want to go down on you in a nice, comfortable bed until the sun rises.” And while she was there, I could learn little pieces about her to fill my curiosity.

She was quiet for a moment before she whispered, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t ?” My brow furrowed in confusion. “Of course you can. Come on.” I tugged on her hand playfully and tried to encourage her to rise, but she didn’t budge. “I want to see your face when I push inside you. I want to look into your eyes when you come.”

She pressed my back harder against the railing. “No. I really can’t.”

I tightened my grip on her waist. “Why not? You already got a guy or something?”

Shit, she hadn’t turned me into a cheater, had she? That wouldn’t fly with me.

But she said, “No.”

Jesus. Thank God. “Then why not?” Gripping her hair, I pulled her mouth to mine. “I promise you’ll like it.”

She whimpered and kissed me back willingly. I rubbed her back before slipping my palms over her waist and gripping her ass.

From there, I went up the back of her shirt. When I didn’t find anything else under her shirt but warm flesh, I broke from her mouth with a groan.

“Dammit, you’re not wearing a bra.”

Abandoning her spine, I gathered the fabric of the front of her shirt with not a whole lot of grace, lifting her slightly as I bent my head, and licked my lips as I sought nipples.

When I found one just underneath the bunched fabric, I moaned in delight, sucking it in deeply.

Her breasts weren’t large, just barely over a mouthful, but damn, they were pert.

And those nipples. Her nipples really liked me.

I swear, they were the longest, hardest, happiest nipples I’d ever met.

And they stayed long and hard as I lapped at them like a cat.

They quickly became my favorite nipples on the whole damn planet.

I didn’t mind the way their owner gasped and clutched my hair, arching while I paid them homage either.

As I worked my way over to the second one, my hands found their way under her skirt until they hit the cloth of her underwear.

“Up,” I ordered as I tugged at the waistband.

She lifted her hips for me without protest, and I slid the cloth off her, stripping the panties away before I pulled her back into my lap.

I slid the cloth into my pocket and returned my hands to her ass. “Come back to my room with me,” I coaxed, drifting my fingers teasingly across her skin. “Or I’m going to have to eat you out right here on this cold, uncomfortable wooden floor.”

She whimpered, jerking slightly in surprise when I found her wetness from behind.

Muffling out a short sob, she leaned her head down to press it against my shoulder. “Oh God.”

“Going once,” I teased as I pushed a finger slowly, teasingly inside her. “Going twice…”

She hiccuped a sound of surprise and clutched my shoulders. I pumped, and she moaned, undulating her hips in a jerky, frantic manner, riding my digit like she needed me to get her off as much as she needed her next breath.

“Come inside with me,” I whispered into her ear.

Her head swished back and forth, denying me. “I—I can’t.”

I released a disappointed breath before pulling my finger free. “Alright. You leave me no choice then.”

I started to scoot away from the vertical beam, and Makayla lifted her head from my shoulder, confused. “Wha-what’re you doing?”

“Eating you out right here,” I answered, and I laid back on the floor with my vertebrae digging into the wooden boards. “Now, get up here, darlin’. Sit on my face.”

“I—” Hesitating, she trilled out an uncertain laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I never make light of eating pussy,” I swore before finding her leg and giving her a tug until she finally started to crawl her way up my body, muttering something under her breath about how she couldn’t believe she was doing this. But she did it, anyway. Because she wanted me that much.

And I loved every moment of it.

“Yeah,” I encouraged with a big grin. “That’s it. Just a little bit closer.”

“This is wrong; this is so wrong,” she whimpered even as she straddled my face.

“But you’re doing it so right,” I marveled, groaning as I breathed in the heady aroma of her musk. “Right there, baby doll. Perfect. Now, down. Nice and easy.”

She hissed out her desire and shifted closer. I stroked her thighs in encouragement, then groaned when the first brush of coarse hair met my lips.