Only You by K.T. Quinn

23

Donovan

The Day I Made Her Squirm

I loved going down on Molly.

The way she felt, her skin soft and supple beneath my grip. The pitiful little gasps she made as I kissed up her thigh, then circled her clit with my tongue. She had the sexiest little patch of hair above her pussy, which I eagerly buried my nose into while jamming my tongue into her pink folds.

And the way she squirmed on the pool table, bucking a little bit like I was giving her everything she wanted?

It was the reaction I’d been dying to see.

I breathed deeply while going down on her, inhaling her womanly scent. Fuck, she smelled amazing. I made my tongue as rigid as possible and then fucked her with it, back and forth with my entire face, brushing against her inner thighs with every motion. Her moans deepened and she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me against her and grinding against my face.

This was a totally different Molly. It wasn’t the same girl who bashfully watched me swim laps in the pool and then ran away when I caught her. This was the Molly that I knew was hiding just beneath the surface, waiting to come out and play.

I devoured her on the table, worshipping her the way she deserved, until she let out a different kind of moan. She arched her back and clawed at the green felt on the table, and then cried out as loudly as she had done on the balcony two nights before, squeezing my head with her thighs and curling her toes against my arms.

But I never released my grip. I wrapped my lips firmly around her clit, sucking and licking until Molly’s voice went ragged and she fell apart in my arms.

Finally she exhaled, and relaxed back onto the table. Her thighs released their vice-like grip on my head and she let out a soft purring sound.

“That’s for last night,” I whispered into her thigh. I gave it a tender little kiss. “For the hand-job you wanted to pretend didn’t happen. Now we’re even.”

I rose and gave her a wink. My job here was done. Time to leave her wanting more, just like I had planned before the evening started. Just like I had done on the balcony two nights ago.

Molly sat up and snatched a handful of my shirt. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.” She spread her legs and pulled me in. I could practically feel the heat coming off her sex, radiating with need.

I leaned in close like I was going to kiss her. Christ, I wanted to. To feel what those plump lips felt like against mine. To jam my tongue into her mouth the way I had jammed it into her slit. I wanted to make out with her, and take her dress all the way off, and push our boundaries there on the floor of the lounge…

I let my lips linger close to hers. Our breath mingled for a moment—the air smelled like Jack Daniels and possibility. She closed her eyes and in that instant I knew she was mine.

Then I pulled away.

“I need help making dinner,” I said. “That’s what I want for winning the game.”

She was absolutely adorable as she gawked at me. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m making chicken parm,” I said while putting my pool stick away. “It’ll go faster with two people. You can be my sous chef. But I will make another drink for the road. Want one?”

She made no effort to leave the pool table. “How long are we going to do this?”

“Make dinner?” I said, playing dumb. “As long as we have access to the kitchen. And the liquor cabinet.” I hefted the bottle of Jack and made two more drinks.

“Is that how this is going to go?” she asked, eyes narrowing. Her cheeks were still flushed and sweat was beading at her temple. “Pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing?”

I cracked open a bottle of Coke, emptied it into both glasses, and then fixed her with a look. “You mean like thinking you’re reaching through the doorway and kneading pasta dough?” I didn’t wait for a response. “Come on, let’s head down to the kitchen. I’ve worked up an appetite.”

“You didn’t eat enough already?”

“Oh, I did,” I said with a grin. “But I can always go for seconds.”

Finally she slid off the table and shimmied into her pink panties. I caught a glimpse of her bare ass cheek as she did so, a round globe that made my cock ache for her, but then she lowered her dress and the view was gone.

“I don’t want to eat on the balcony tonight,” she said.

“You want another candlelight dinner? That can be arranged.”

“No,” she said while taking her drink from me. “I have something special planned.”