Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

SEBASTIAN

Watching Banshee sway her ass around the museum for the past hour has left me in a constant state of hardness. I don’t know what it is about this girl that just completely zaps my brain, but I can’t get my shit together when I’m with her.

I’ve been trailing Meghan through the dinosaur exhibit like a horny shadow. Getting close to her whenever I can. Reading over her shoulder. Sniffing her hair. You know, normal shit.

If I was an actual adult, and not a man-child, I’d just sit her down and talk to her.

I like Meghan. I like spending time together. And I definitely want to spend more time with my cock buried deep inside of her. And unless I’m reading this entirely wrong, I think she’s down for all that too.

But I haven’t asked her. Because I’m a giant pussy.

I’m not worried she’ll slap me when I tell her I want to fuck her again. But I think there’s a good chance she’ll smack me when I tell her I don’t want a relationship. It’s nothing personal, I just don’t have the time right now. Or the desire to mess up good sex with a bunch of complicated feelings. And as chill as Banshee is, she’s still a female. In my experience, even when that conversation goes okay, in the end it all crashes and burns.

Fuck buddies. That’s what I do.

I think Megs and I would make great buddies. But what if I ask and end up ruining what we do have? I think I’ll stick with ignorance is bliss for as long as possible.

Banshee’s laugh pulls me out of my daydream, and I find her in the next room standing in front of a large display.

Walking up behind her, I see we’re in the Early Man exhibit.

“What’s so funny?”

“This guy,” she points to the life-size primitive male in front of her. “He looks just like my college boyfriend.”

I look at the figure and feel a wave of discomfort. It takes me a moment to place the feeling, and I’m disgusted when I realize that I’m feeling jealousy. Towards him. The fucking plaster-filled prehistoric man. I really do need to take looking for a therapist more seriously.

Meghan moves down to a display showing a group of males hunting a wooly mammoth.

She starts to read aloud, “… while their hunting skills sharpened throughout the centuries, language as we know it didn’t evolve until a couple hundred thousand years later.”

“Interesting,” I murmur.

She shrugs. “Figures. Oral skills don’t seem to be all that important to the males I’ve known.”

I feel my growl more than I hear it as I press the front of my body against her back. For a split second, she tenses, before she melts into me.

“Banshee.” I lean in and press my nose into her hair, taking a deep inhale. “You should’ve worn a dress.”

I have so many mixed emotions right now. I don’t want to think about her with other men. But I’m happy they sucked at pleasing her, because I can’t stand the thought of her coming on someone else’s face. But then I’m also angry that she hasn’t been getting the pleasure she deserves. And I’m annoyed at her for being with idiots that didn’t know how to appreciate her.

But in the end all I can think about going down on her, and it’s sending all of my blood straight to my dick.

I slide my hands around, gripping her hips, and pull her ass tight against my erection.

Meghan tips her head back against my chest as she arches into my grip, grinding her lush curves against my hardness. “Dress?”

“Yeah, Megs. A dress.” I drag my teeth across her exposed neck.

“Why?” She groans.

“Because then I could get on my knees, put my head up your skirt, and lick your sweet pussy until you were too weak to stand. I can’t have you thinking that my entire gender is worthless.”

Never breaking contact, I slide my hand from her hip and cup her sex.

“Fuck, I can feel the heat rolling off you.” I kiss the side of her jaw. “Tell me,” I increase the pressure against her core, “are you wet for me?”

I move my hand up a few inches, with the intention of slipping it down the front of her jeans. The thought of her wet and ready has me twitching with need, and my restraint is fraying.

My fingertips just pass the band of her pants when she pushes my hand away and spins to face me. I think she’s going to shove me. Or punch me. But as is her habit, she takes me by surprise.

Gripping the front of my shirt, she pulls my mouth down to hers for a ferocious kiss.

My body knows how to react, even if my mind hasn’t caught up.

My hands tangle in her hair, tipping her head back even more so I can plunge my tongue into her mouth. Her hands are roaming my chest. Nails scraping down my abs. Every touch sends another jolt of need to my cock.

A sharp pinch to my nipples makes me break the kiss, tipping my head back on a moan.

Taking advantage of my position, Banshee reaches up and grabs a fistful of my hair. She must be on her tip-toes, since I can feel her lips feathering over the base of my throat. She tugs a little harder, keeping my head tipped back.

“Lucky boy," she whispers, lips brushing against my pulse. “You don’t need a skirt to sample my oral skills.”

At the same time she lets go of my hair, I lose the feeling of her body pressed against mine. Not realizing I’d closed my eyes, I open them.

And my heart damn near stops when I see she’s dropped to her knees.

“Fuck - ” I breathe out the word.

It’s a statement. And a prayer.

Not wanting to pressure her, I ball my hands into fists at my sides.

Meghan reaches out and runs her palm down my stiff length over the denim. My gaze pinballing between watching her hands and watching her face.

Her eyes haven’t left where my cock is pressing against my jeans.

She looks sexy as fuck. And turned on.

Meghan bites her lip as her second hand comes up to help undo the button.

Slowly lowering my zipper, she glances up at me.

My breathing is already so heavy I can see my chest heaving. I can’t look away, and I can’t think of anything to do aside from stare.

When the zipper’s all the way down, she breaks eye contact.

Banshee’s been sitting back on her heels, but she rises, so she’s up on her knees. Like this, her height is perfectly aligned with where I want her most.

One hand tugs at the band of my boxer briefs, while the other reaches in and pulls me free.

I remind myself to breathe.

Her grip is gentle, slowly stroking my length, root to tip, with her fingers almost reaching around my thickness. I’m a big guy, and she’s a small woman, with small hands.

Her other hand grips the base of my dick, holding me still.

I exhale on a groan.

Wanting to memorize every moment, I look away from the view of her hand on my dick, to see her chest rising and falling in sync with mine. My Banshee is wound up tight.

I watch as she leans forward and gently licks the tip of my dick.

The sound I let out is strangled.

Banshee looks up at me. Lips shiny. A smile tugging on one cheek.

Then she squeezes me, hard, and licks up the full length of the underside of my cock.

“Shiiiit.” I clench my fists tighter.

Meghan hovers her lips around the girth of my cock. Darting her tongue out to catch the spot of precum on my tip. But there’s no pressure with her lips. No suction.

I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.

When her teeth graze over my tight flesh, I lose the tether completely.

“Baby, if you don’t start sucking my co-”

My words are cut off as Banshee takes me into her mouth. As far as she can go. The wet heat of her mouth closing around my length.

“Fuck… Yes…” I reach out and wrap both my hands in her hair.

I have full intention of letting her set the pace, but I need to hold onto something.

Meghan moans against the tug of my hands, and I feel the vibrations all the way up my spine.

Just as I think I won’t last long if she keeps this up, she takes me deeper than I imagined she could.

I close my eyes and tighten my grip.

“Holy shit… That’s it, Baby… Take it…”

One of her hands comes up to cover mine on the back of her head, and I think she’s going to swat my hand away. Instead, she applies pressure.

“Fuck - ” I groan. “You want me to take control?”

She hums in agreement and I damn near fucking come.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I ignore it.

With one hand still holding the base of my cock, she braces the other on my hip. And I start to rock.

“There you go. Relax for me.” I tell her, while memorizing the view as I slide back and forth through her lips.

This is the exact scene I fantasized about when I first saw Meghan. Remembering that moment, and feeling the reality of it now, engulfing my cock, gives me an added boost of control. I slowly guide her to go even deeper, then pull all the way back out of her mouth.

“Breathe, Baby.”

“Don’t call me Baby," she pants, running her nails up the length of my cock in warning.

I smile, and groan, because I’m a sick motherfucker.

My phone vibrates again in my pocket.

She looks up at me. “If you answer that, while I have your cock in my mouth, I’ll use my teeth harder than even you’d enjoy.” To punctuate her statement, she snaps her teeth and winks at me.

I smirk. “Pretty sure you have better things to do with that mouth than talk.”

She laughs, but then she wraps her lips around my cock just how I want her.

I thrust, a little rougher this time.

“Good girl.”

She may be on her knees, with my hand in her hair, but she’s fully in charge of my body.

My phone vibrates again, but I barely feel it this time.

With Banshee’s hot mouth on me, the tip of my cock bumping against the back of her throat, it will take a lot more than a phone call to make me stop.

My brother’s voice over the intercom, however, does the trick.

“I hate to break up the suck-fest, but I thought you’d like to know we have surveillance cameras. Everywhere.”