Dead of Summer

“This feels awkward,” I mumble finally, with my thighs bracketing his face. Gently, I reach down to smooth my hand through Kayde’s hair, hating how my fingers shake. It’s more than awkward, and I’m sitting up as much as I can so that I’m not actually doing what he wants.

“It feels awkward because you’re making it awkward,” Kayde replies sweetly. “God, sweetheart, just stop over thinking this, okay? Just trust me on this?”

I don’t trust him on anything.

My lips part, no doubt so I can say something I’ll absolutely regret, but Kayde isn’t really interested in my words. His hands stroke up my thighs and when his fingers dig into my flesh, he wastes no time in jerking me down until I’m gasping and gripping his hair hard to keep myself from falling over like a dumbass.

“Kayde—” His name is all I get out before Kayde kisses my inner thigh, then turns to lick a strip up my folds, ending at my clit. He does it again, then once more, but on the third time swirls his tongue over my clit instead of moving away immediately.

His hands curl, loosening some when he’s satisfied I’m not going to move. His grip becomes comforting instead of overly tight. He strokes his palms up and down my hips, eyes on mine when I look down at him.

“Fuck,” I murmur, feeling heat staining my cheeks. He’s so hot like this it’s unreal, and I know the blush on my cheeks is probably all across my shoulders and throat by now. Whatever he sees in my face must amuse him, though, because I feel his chuckle against my folds as he licks into me again. But this time, his tongue plunges deeper, as if he’s trying to taste every inch of my pussy that he can.

My thighs tremble at the new, pleasurable feeling, and I shift, straining to keep most of my weight off of him as I gently scrape my fingers against his scalp. It’s the only thing I’ll allow myself; despite everything, I don’t want to hurt him.

But something I’m doing clearly isn’t to his liking. Kayde’s eyes narrow, and he jerks my hips backward so his face is unobscured by my body. “Sit the fuck down,” he growls. “And stop treating me like porcelain.”

“Aren’t you the one who quoted the Little Bisque Doll thing to me in the woods?” I can’t help retorting sharply. “You’re the one implying you are porcelain.”

Something like surprise crosses his face, but it’s gone too quickly for me to figure out what it is. He scoffs and turns his face to nip hard at my thigh.

“Ow. Ow!” I squeak when his teeth dig in so he can suck a mark onto my skin. “Fuck, Kayde?—”

“Stop being so careful.” He doesn’t sound like he’s asking, or suggesting it. “I won’t break, Summer.” Without letting me answer, he jerks me forward once more, causing me to topple forward and for my hand in his hair to grip harder.

He doesn’t give me a chance to hold my weight away from him this time, though. Not with how tightly he grips my hips and drags me down to him, until my folds are pressed flush with his face and he can lick into me deeper than before.

“Oh shit. Oh goddamnit,” I curse, my fingers unintentionally tightening in his hair. My other hand goes to the headboard, and I close my eyes hard at the feeling of him fucking me with his tongue. It feels better than it had when I was focusing on keeping myself supported on my spread out knees.

It feels better than I ever could’ve imagined it would. Whimpers fall from between my lips, and I screw my eyes shut harder. Though at Kayde’s growl, I look down at him sharply, a jolt going through me when I see his hazy gaze on my face, waiting for me to take notice of him.

When I do, I can’t look away. Though I can only see his eyes, somehow there’s more than enough expression in them to keep me occupied and keep me guessing. My mind spins as I stare at him, my eyes wide while my nails scrape hard against his scalp.

But he never stops what he’s doing. His jaw has to be aching. Especially when he encourages me to grind against his mouth, my hips rocking in his grip. I breathe deeply, trying not to let the butterflies in my stomach rush me to an early end. And he never stops changing things up. He fucks me on his tongue for a little while, then goes back to licking and teasing at my clit. Sometimes he licks deep, others it’s shallow, teasing laps with his tongue that have me begging.

“Kayde, Kayde,” I whine, my voice as soft as I can make it so I don’t wake up the girls next door. “You gotta—you gotta stop. I’m going to come.” Whatever I’d thought about how this would go, me finishing embarrassingly fast thanks to his tongue wasn’t it.

He chuckles against me, and just holds me tighter. It’s a clear sign of what he wants, as is the way his hands encourage me to grind harder against his lips and tongue.

One more purring, taunting growl is all it takes. The way it feels rippling through me just feels so filthy that I lose my grip on my reactions with a gasp, coming on his tongue.

But that just seems to push him on. He licks harder, devouring me as best he can as my orgasm tears through me with the aid and taunting of his tongue. It isn’t until my fingers tighten in his hair and I throw my head back with a whine of protest that he finally, slowly, lets his movements slow.

Though by the time he’s flipped me on my back, with my thighs around his hips, I’m shaking and staring up at him like he’s personally responsible for the stars in the sky.

His face is wet.

The thought goes through my brain over and over again as I stare up at him, my legs falling open at a nudge from his knee. I reach up to him, smearing my finger through the wetness on his lips only for him to nip at my thumb, a growl in his throat.

“You taste so good, Summer,” he purrs, his voice a little rough around the edges. Somehow, that’s what has me whimpering under him, my body jolting back to life.

“Fuck,” I breathe, staring up at him and unable to look away. “Is this where I ride your cock?”

“No,” he laughs, a little apologetically, as Kayde leans down until his lips brush mine. “Well, it should’ve been. But I can’t help myself.” There’s a soft snarl in his voice that sends a shiver down my spine. “I need you like this, pinned under me while I fuck your sweet pussy.”

He doesn’t even wait to finish talking before his hand is at my thigh. I feel the brush of his cock against my folds, but all I can do is take a quick, hitched breath before he’s thrusting into me smoothly, not stopping until his hips are flush with mine.

“Hey.” One hand snakes up and he grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I said you taste good, didn’t I?”