Free Boys Next Door by Sommer Marsden

– tight and greedy – around his fingers and he smiled down at me. ‘I do,’ he said again.
    Coop kissed me one more time and dropped to his knees right there on the dirty cement floor, dragging my leggings down on the way. I had a babbling lunatic moment where I wondered if he’d get his pants dirty and if they’d come clean before remembering they were
work
pants, meant to get dirty.
    But then his mouth touched my nether lips and followed them to the prize of my engorged clit. He took it gently between his teeth so that I held my breath. I held his shoulders and tried not to let my eyes slam shut, because I really wanted to see that pretty, pretty face eating me.
    Coop pulled back and studied me, parting my nether lips, inspecting me so that I shifted nervously. He looked up at me and my mouth went dry. ‘Stand still for me.’
    My hands had migrated to my belly when he’d pulled away and I swore I could feel the twirling horde of butterflies currently living in there.
    ‘I will,’ I said.
    He smiled like he didn’t believe me and then he deliberately – moving in slow motion, I was positive – moved back to lick me. He was doing it on purpose, I knew it. He had to be. But even as I assured myself that that was the case, I had to stifle the urge to thrust my hips forward to get my pussy to his mouth in the fastest way possible.
    But I managed not to.
    His hands slid along my inner thighs making them literally quake thanks to his almost ghostly touch. He barely came in contact with my skin and yet I felt like my knees might buckle. And all the while, his tongue – oh, his tongue – danced over the tender swollen flesh of my pout. He drove the rigid tip from my soaked split up to my clit and back and when I hovered right there on the edge of begging, he went back up to suck me.
    ‘You smell good,’ he said against my inner thigh before nibbling right back up to my clit again.
    His fingers drove back into me and then lazily thrust. Coop would almost – but not quite – pull his fingers free of me before surging back into me with his warm thick digits.
    When I started to pant like a dog, I realised I was going to come. I had been so mesmerised by watching him that I’d forgotten to pay attention to my approaching orgasm. But now it was making quite the ruckus in my pelvis.
    He kept just the tip of his tongue to me and waggled his fingers inside my pulsing cunt. ‘You seem to be getting tight, Farrell.
Tighter.
’
    I tensed my entire body to try and stay still and growled, ‘Yes, I am.’
    ‘Like you’re going to come for me,’ he said before pressing a warm wet kiss to my pussy – covering so much of my needy flesh with his mouth it made me light-headed. His tongue found me, worked me and I started to come, feeling the quiver and shake of my body, gripping up around him snugly. Coop curled his fingers to the knot of my G-spot and that small pressure was simply too much.
    I let my head fall forward, my dark hair creating a curtain, and came with a sob. Coop didn’t stop until I had sighed out every last bit of pleasure, until every single spasm had stopped.
    When he stood, I finally got to move, pushing my fingers into that dark blond hair and tugging him in so I could taste him. Licking the flavour of myself off his lips. Coop cupped the back of my head, securing me. His other hand meandered up my breast and tweaked my nipple so I gasped into his open mouth.
    His tongue was so warm and I could still taste the undertones of strong coffee below the taste of my own juices.
    I found his pants’ button with shaking hands and tried to undo it but he grasped my hands and held them tight. I slid my hand lower to find the hard edge of his cock pressed to his pants. Squeezing his length with my fingertips I kissed him harder, licking his lips and muttering. Even I didn’t know what I was saying, that orgasm had shut my mind down. The feel of his mouth on my sex had reduced me to a babbling