Page 66 of Flare

“Such a sweet little ass, Rory Pike.”

I sigh into the pillow.

“One day…” He continues to massage it lightly, poking his fingertip in slightly, but not enough to hurt me.

“One day,” he says again.

Yes, one day he’s going to fuck me in the ass. Another thing I’ve never experienced, but I’m sure he has.

I’ve been fucked many times, by men, and by women with a strap on. But no one has ever gone into my ass.

And now I know why I never let it happen. I was saving it for Brock.

“Is there anything?” I ask.

“Anything what, sweetheart?”

I sigh, my eyes still closed. “Is there anything that can be just…ours?”

He pulls out then, and I wish I hadn’t said anything.

“No, back inside me. Please.”

“Okay.” He slides in, holds himself balls deep for a moment, and then begins his slow stroking again.

“Talk later,” I say.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t go back to my asshole, but that’s okay, because he withdraws, moves me over to my back, and then spreads my legs, positioning himself between them. “I’m going to lick your pussy now, Rory. I’m going to lick you and lick you until you can no longer stand it. You’re going to come. And then you’re going to come again. You’re going to come and come and come, until you beg me to stop.”

I want to say something, but all that comes out is a soft moan.

And then his mouth is on me. His teeth pulling at my labia, his tongue sliding into my slit. And then his lips around my clit, and two fingers slide inside me—

“Oh my God!” The orgasm catapults me into oblivion.

Such beautiful, sweet oblivion.

“That’s it, sweetheart. God, you’re so beautiful, Rory. When you come like that. Your whole body gets pink. Such a gorgeous shade of pink, the same as your cheeks.”

“Mmm…”

“Your nipples are hard. So gorgeous and hard. Play with them, sweetheart. Play with them while I eat you.”

Seemingly of their own accord, my hands trail from up my abdomen to my breasts. I cup them a moment, squeeze them lightly, and then trail my fingers over to my nipples. I jolt when I touch myself.

Or is it from the amazing oral I’m getting from Brock?

Who cares?

I squeeze my nipples gently, reveling in the hot flares that shoot through me. I strengthen my fingers, tug harder on the nipples.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Brock says against my clit.

And with those words, I jump into my second climax.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN