So aroused, I was flying high on the FDR.
“I torture them until you so much as cannot stand even the slightest drag of my tongue over your hot flesh. You’ll whimper for me to stop.”
“Never!” I teased right back.
“I wanna hear you beg.”
“What else do you do to them Officer?”
“They get eaten.” In a flash, he dropped his head to my left breast and licked. “Birthday girl, you taste—” Nipping at my sensitive flesh, his teeth grazed over them sending arousing chills all through my body. Then gently he clamped down, giving a slight tug.
Ohhh my gummy bears.
He released and said, “Your nipple tastes like sugar.”
“That feels…good. Don’t stop. Please, Officer. I’m begging just as you wanted. Go on. Keep licking my sugar.”
“Very good birthday, girl.”
“I can follow directions well.”
“I’m going to make you come over and over.” He suckled my right breast while caressing the left with one hand and tugging at my panties with another. Pulling on the elastic trim, he let it snap. “I’m gonna tear those panties off you in a few seconds.”
A part of me was on the edge almost wanting to drive Vamp off into the far distance. I’d say that was my good-girl side struggling not to give in to temptation.
“Yes. Yes. Tear my panties off!”
Yet another part of me, maybe the real person who I’d always wanted to become, gave in to him with reckless abandon. I, Lex Easton, soon to be an adult, felt as if I was water in his hands. He controlled my temperature. I was hot about to boil over.
“Get ready.” Humming to himself, his attention returned to my breasts. He swirled his tongue over one, then flicked, tugged, and sucked the other.
“Ford, you’re…amazing.” Exhilaration ran from my scalp to my toes. Slow and deliberate, his touch on my breasts created a synergistic energy. A dense heat surrounded us. My peripheral vision blurred. I was getting drunk on this erotic exchange.
Insides blazing, the Victoria Secret’s I’d put on earlier that day were soaked, more than I’d ever thought possible. If Ford kept this up, I’d come buckets right on the bench of my scooter.
He gazed at me. “Keep your eyes on me. Watch. Don’t close them. Understand?” His mouth returned to my nipples.
“Ah-hmm.” I purred and did as instructed. I stared at Ford. “I don’t know how much more nipple play I can take.” Let’s get real here, a lick and a tug and I nearly flew to planet Mars. A ten-minute breast feast and I had skyrocketed to another universe.
In my clique, Vive was the only one of us to have gone all the way. She loved sex. And Vive went out of her way to get it. For her graduation present, earlier this summer, her parents had sent her to India with the assignment of touring a new Farnworth Firewater distributor. Little did her folks know Vive had signed up for an intensive tantric workshop taught by a young prince claiming to be the long-lost son to the Kingdom of Mysore.
When she’d returned, Vive had told Taddy and me, “Honey, Tantra is not the act of gymnastic sex but the devotion of selflessly giving yourself to pleasure another person. Prince Baji Rao spent nearly a whole day nibbling on my titties. My hormones reacted in ways I didn’t know existed. I was reborn and transformed.”
She didn’t exactly tell us where or what she’d been transformed into. Regardless, it sure felt as though this, right here, whatever Officer Gotti was doing, came close to being what Vive had described with Prince Baji Rao. His attention to my breasts was insane. If I didn’t know any better, I would say Ford had the tantric touch.
“Lex, I must have you.” He unzipped my skirt from the side and tore my panties off with one swift yank. They flew back onto the highway, landing on a car’s windshield as it passed by.
The car cheered us on with a honk of their horn as they shouted, “We love you, Lex Easton.”
Oh yes, in my daydream fantasy, I was going to give up Lady V out in the open, for all the public to watch. The tabloids which had torn me down my entire life could suck it! I was a beautiful creature who was being adored by the hottest man I’d ever flippin’ met.
“I’ve never…”
“Had a guy go down on you?” he asked.
“No. But I want you to.”
“Beg for it, birthday girl.”
“Officer, make my wishes come true and bury your face between my legs. Please. Right now. You must. It’s what I want.”
“Are you sure?” He asked as licking his lips, appearing ready.
“Yes…please Officer, eat me as if I’m the only thing you’ll have today.”
He did.
I squealed with how easily he got me wet.
“Birthday girl, the creamy center of your pussy is winkin’ at me. It’s pink and—” He licked then said, “—hot. You’re burning up. Allow me to blow on this.”
“Put my fire out!” I begged.
Ford kissed an inner-tender spot on my thigh. Unexpectedly one long stroke of his tongue ran straight to my core then back to my mid-thigh. He bit playfully at my flesh. His gorgeous face and those black eyes looked up at me intently as he then blew a steady stream of pressured breath from his tight lips onto my Lady V.
“Ohhh.” Stifling a scream I held my breath.
“Damn woman, you taste good.” He fingered my wetness. Pulling some of my juice out, he sucked it off dramatically.
“Yes. That’s it.” I moaned watching him get off on getting me off.
“Beg, baby. Beg for it.”
“Eat my pussy. Get every last drop till I’m dry.”
Hulk on a Harley scared the crapola out of me. I’d never seen anyone love the taste of women like he did. Come to think of, it this was my first time I’d ever had a guy go down on me. Like ever. So there was nothing to compare it to…but seriously, he was off the charts.
His hands were smothered in my essence as he nestled his face between my legs and bit gently on my clit.
My entire body trembled.
“That feel good, birthday girl?” Ford lapped his tongue deep into the well of my cunt. His fingers followed his tongue, taking turns, jetting in and out of my heat, firing me up.
“Ahhh-huh.” If my hands were free, I’d tug at his scalp.