I continue tasting her with my tongue while I coat a finger in her wetness and tease at her entrance. She makes a sound that is a cross between insane pleasure and being murdered. I think it’s a good thing, so I slide in further, burying my finger inside her. She’s tight. My god, she’s so tight. I can’t imagine her channel wrapped around my dick because I’m about two seconds away from losing it as it is.
I lap up her arousal while I work her with my finger. I tease over her clit, and her whole body jerks. I do it again. And again. I can feel Sutton’s legs tensing around me. Her whole body tenses. The heel of her shoe digs in a little harder into my back as I thrust into her in even strokes, drawing it out for her. I could pinch her clit, and I know she’d be gone if I did that, or press my tongue there hard, but I want to keep her writhing and panting against me.
“Please,” she begs, nearly ripping my hair out. “Please, Philippe, I’m going to die. Just…just kill me already. Please. Christ. Now.”
My cock is so swollen, my balls ready to burst. If I keep at this any longer, I’m not going to be able to hold back. I’ve never come without any stimulation before. Never. I’m not exactly sure it’s overly sexy either, so I hold back. Barely. But I give Sutton what she wants. I curl my finger inside her, thrusting it deep while I suckle her clit. I keep sucking on it until I feel her rise and shatter.
Her back arches as her hips ram into my face, and she bucks against my mouth, riding me, riding out her pleasure. She clenches tightly around my finger, wave after hot wave.
I manage to wait until she comes down a little from her high before I pull away gently and sweep her off the sink. “Vietnamese.” I thrust her towards the door as gently as possible. “Please. Order. Now,” I barely manage to grunt out. I shut the door on her mystified face, lock it, and nearly tear off my pants and boxers. I step into the shower quickly, wrapping my fist around my dick.
That’s all it takes. My hips jack into my hands, I see stars, and I come hard, so hard that my teeth ache. I also nearly bite my tongue in half as I try to be quiet, and I come until my balls are drained and empty. My knees nearly give out, and I have to throw out an arm and brace myself against the shower wall to keep from falling over.
A few minutes later, my vision clears, and I can actually think. Not clearly, but at least there is some blood flowing back to my brain. I’ve never lost control like this, and I’ve definitely never come like this before either. It can’t happen again. Sutton is my fake girlfriend for my sister’s wedding, and she’s also my secretary. Who I just…just tasted. As a matter of fact, I can still taste her. Earthy. Feminine.
Freaking Hell.
This is seriously not okay. I crossed a thousand lines. I had no intention of doing this with her when I invited her back to my place for dinner. I just felt horrible and wanted to get out of my sweaty clothes. Have a shower, talk with her.
I still have to talk with her. She’s out there, probably wondering what the hell just happened—maybe regretting it. What would be worse? If she did, or if she didn’t? Maybe she’ll tell me I suck at giving orgasms and that she detests me as much as before. That would be best. I should go out there and make sure she knows it can’t happen again and that I’m not a nice guy, in no uncertain terms, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.
I’m exhausted. Tired. And I can’t summon up the energy to be a dick at the moment.
Not even my dick can be a dick right now.
I wash my hair and shut the shower off. There’s a huge white towel on the rack that I dry off with and wrap around my waist. When I crack the bathroom door open, Sutton is thankfully not standing out there. I’m able to escape to my room down the hall and get dressed in peace.
I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I don’t bother combing my hair back. Instead, I slick it back with my hand and venture off to find Sutton. She’s in the kitchen. When she hears me enter, she whirls around like she’s been caught doing something terrible, but she was just standing there, staring at nothing at all. Blankly. Yeah, that’s pretty much how I feel too.