28. Skyler

She leans in, inadvertently rolling her hips against mine. “What’s the first lesson, Mr. Thomas?”

“I’ve been thinking about that mouth of yours nonstop.”

“Kissing, then?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

She comes closer and I weave my hands through her hair, lifting my head to meet hers. I meant to just brush my lips across hers, a featherlight touch, but that’s like licking a peach instead of biting into it.

And her mouth is the juiciest fucking peach I have ever tasted. Our lips connect and my tongue is already nudging forward. She parts her lips, her own tongue meeting mine in a delirious swirl.

I move my free hand down to her waist and slip it under her sweatshirt. My thumb swipes across her soft skin. I rest my hand on the small of her waist, trying to decide which way to go. She arches her back, leaning into me and popping her booty out at the same time. Decision made.

My fingers slip under the waistband of her sweats, and I am quickly reminded that she’s wearing a thong. I groan as my hand slide across her round ass. My other hand joins the first and I squeeze her cheeks, dragging her along my growing erection. She breaks the kiss, nipping and kissing her way along my jaw. She sucks my earlobe into her mouth before murmuring into my ear. “I want to take you in my mouth.”

My cock twitches enthusiastically at that idea. “Have you ever…?”

She pulls back, looking at me with a shy expression. “No.”

She said her ex, and her weren’t having sex, but I would have thought they did something. How uptight was this asshole?

Her finger draws a soft line down the center of my chest. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“No.”

I blurt. “I want to. I just don’t want you to think I expect it, because I don’t. I’m happy with kissing, if that’s all you want to do.”

She eases off my lap and kneels between my legs. “What I want to do is see if this cock is as big and impressive as I remember it?”

My lips tug into a grin. “Flattery again?”

Her hands slide up my thighs, fingers digging in. “Is it working?”

“It’s not hurting.”

She curves her hand over my shaft, drawing up and down through the sweats.

Josh’s sweats. The only thing between my raging hard on and his sister’s hand.

Nope.

Definitely not.

They need to come off. I lift my hips and start to tug them down. She curls her fingers around the waistband and pulls them the rest of the way off, leaving me completely naked and her completely dressed.

Hardly seems fair. “Take your sweater off, baby.”

She pulls her gaze away from my shameless erection long enough to lift her sweater up over her head. Her hand circles around my shaft and I lean forward to cup her breast. “This bra is so sexy.”

She pauses, looking up at me with a skeptical expression. “This bra? But it’s nude.”

I run my finger along the swell of her breast. “Is that what they call it?”

“Nude. As in, bland. Boring. Vanilla.”

She presses on my chest, forcing me to lie back. “Okay, tell me what to do.”

“Just keep touching it. Anything at all. It all feels amazing.”

She tilts her head, one brow flying up. “Anything at all? Teeth? Claws?”

“No.”

I laugh. “No teeth, please. But you can squeeze it pretty hard. And, I don’t know, lick and suck it? Like a popsicle.”

“Like a popsicle.”

She repeats, eying my penis with intense focus. After a few moments of deliberation, she leans forward and plants a soft kiss on the tip. It’s too sweet. My chest constricts a little. Of all the things she could do. But I don’t have time to dissect my response, because then that velvety tongue is gliding up and down my length, sending delicious shivers up my spine. She pops the tip into her mouth, trying to keep drool from sliding past her lips.

“Don’t worry about the spit, baby. You can’t get it too wet.”

I groan when she rolls a wet, sloppy tongue around my tip. “Fuck, yes. That’s amazing. You can touch the balls, too.”

She pops my dick out of her mouth, running her hand along the length. “How?”

“Just kind of… cup them. Roll them around a little. You can lick them, if you want.”

She bends her head, drawing a pointed tongue down the center of my balls. I grunt, hips thrusting involuntarily towards her. “Yes. Good girl. That’s it.”

She returns to my shaft, taking the head past her lips. She sucks until her cheeks hollow out, taking another inch in the process. I can feel that I’m close to the back of her tongue. “That’s good there, baby. You don’t need to try to deep throat.”

Her eyes meet mine, challenge sparking in them. I run my hand along her soft hair. “Next time. If you want. That’s Blow Jobs 102.”

She pulls back, my head comes out of her mouth with an audible pop. She makes a fist around my shaft, drawing up and down the length. She takes my hand and molds it over hers. “Show me how you like it.”

Taking a shaky breath, I guide her fist. Quick and fast on the upstroke, slow and tight back down. She looks up at me with hooded eyes. “I want to watch you do it one of these days.”

“You want to watch me jerk off?”

She nods, stretching her free hand across my stomach. Her nails draw soft lines as she drags her hand back. My hand curves around hers as she jacks me off. Bending her head, she lets her tongue swirl over my balls.

“Take it in your mouth.”

“Your balls?”

“Yes.”

She tilts her head. “Too big.”

“It’s not. I swear.”

She gives me a sly smile. “What about my teeth?”

I chuckle. “Don’t bite down.”

She opens wide, sucking one of my balls into her mouth and my hips jump. “Fuck.”

I tighten my hand around hers, encouraging her to pick up the speed. “That’s so fucking good, baby.”

I fist the edge of the couch, feeling like I’m being sucked into a vortex. Having Reese’s hand on me, her mouth on me, is making my eyes want to roll back in my head.

I won’t last much longer at this rate, which is okay, because I don’t want to wear her out. Threading my fingers through her hair, I caress the back of her head. Releasing my hold on her hand, I try to sit up a little. “I’m close though, babe. You better back up.”

She lets my ball pop out of her mouth. Straightening, she takes my shaft back in her mouth.

It’s getting really hard to focus. To form coherent words. “You don’t need to do that.”

“Shh.”

She whispers. Her pursed lips next to my shaft may be permanently branded in my memory. “I want to see what you taste like.”

“Reese.”

Her name is a plea. A prayer. She takes me back in her mouth, jerking me off just the way I like, and then I’m erupting, shooting ropes of cum across her tongue, filling her sweet, dirty-talking mouth.

Little shimmers of pleasure continue to spasm through me as I watch her try to swallow around my tip. Pulling me out of her mouth, her tongue runs up my shaft, catching the tendrils she missed.

She sits back, finally glancing up at my face. I’m not sure what she sees there, but I’m guessing a husk of a man. A smug look of satisfaction crosses her features. I reach down, wiping the drip of cum from her chin with my thumb. She catches my wrist and takes my thumb in her mouth, sucking it clean.

I groan in response. This girl… this woman has excellent instincts. She doesn’t need my help at all.

She’s rocked my world every time I’ve been with her. But if I can give her a little confidence in the process, I’ll consider myself a lucky man.

I lean down, helping her to her feet. “Take those sweats off. Those sexy fucking panties, too.”

She grins, slowly tugging the waistband down. “Why?”

Growling, I reach forward and tug her into me. She’s giggling as I flip her onto her back. Sinking into the cushions, she raises her hips, letting me tug her pants off.

I settle between her legs, guiding those soft thighs over my shoulders.

She threads her fingers through my hair. “What’s your plan now, Mr. Thomas?”

I kiss the side of her thigh, giving her a little nip for good measure. “Now, I get to return the favor.”