B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 49- Heat

Makyah

The heat in his eyes made my legs quiver. I knew that look all too well and after all, it'd been a long time, but I'd been trying to piece certain things together.

After the Mike-Mike situation I didn't know what to think. Evidently, I still cared about him, but there was another side to him that I didn't know and that made me question everything.

I'd wanted to pull away and suggest we pick some other time, I really did. "I just wanna eat ya pussy till you come in my mouth," he rumbled, catching me off guard.

Suddenly, the need to rationally think through my life involving him dissipated like steam did in the atmosphere.

An impatient sigh left my lips as he kissed in between my thighs teasing me. Each kiss closer to my treasure, my legs spread wider inviting him in.

Just in between the crease where pelvis met my thigh, he bit down on the flesh. I whimpered.

Planting a kiss on my pussy, he pulled away eyes meeting mine. "Tell me what you want."

As he waited for me to answer, kisses were peppered over my breasts down my stomach and back up, further teasing me and testing my patience.

"I know what you want, Kyah, but I ain't doing nothing till you tell me."

I was being stubborn as usual, shit I wasn't into talking dirty.

He reached in between my legs, fingers stroking between my lower slick lips. "Pussy wet and begging, all you gotta do is say the words and imma make sure you get what you need." He grinned.

He knew he was being unfair.

"Kiss it," I whispered shyly.

A smile broke on his face. Leaning in he kissed me, taking my breath using just enough tongue.

"Mhm," I moaned, the warmth in my belly was melting, spreading out to my inner thighs.

"Kiss what?" He urged. My patience was far too gone and my need far too strong to care. "Kiss- play with my pussy, please."

He hadn't even hesitated, just lapped at my pussy like a lion would from a river of water. Just watching him eat it so enthusiastically made me gush more.

"Ughh." My hand in his hair pulling him closer.

"You like that?" I nodded. "Mhm-um."

He'd changed his technique, this time, using equal pressure he'd gone and started rotating his tongue clockwise for some time before licking between my cheeks and back up to my sensitive clit.

My breathing was coming faster, I was close.

"Yesss!" I moaned. Our eyes locked together made it so much more intense. Alternating between quick and slightly slower strokes left me breathless.

My head fell back, lost in pleasure.

"Un-uhn, keep ya eyes on me," He ordered and quickly my head snapped back.

My insides wound tight. "Mmmm, right there." His pace stayed the same.

"Ohh," I cried. I'd been riding his stiffened tongue, my hips bucking. "I'm bout to..."

My eyes rolled and my legs shook as he continued. He drank every drop. "I'm starting to get why it's people addicted to sex," I gasped.

With one last kiss he straightened his back, pulling me in to the edge, his lips found mine.

Still coming down from the feeling of the pleasure that still racked my body, my tongue snaked out, licking my juices from his bottom lip.

Suddenly, all reasons why we were even up so late to begin with, flew from existence.

A certain fire lurked within me, a tad bit of nervousness frizzling.

Through our kiss, I'd hopped off the kitchen island and switched places with him.

With him leaning against the counter, I'd dropped down to me knees. My bottom lip trembled, shit this was about to be my second time giving head and I hoped I'd find it more joyful than the first.

Maintaining eye contact with him, I tugged his shorts down— he'd gone commando. Already stiff, he sprung free to attention making me lick my lips.

Reaching up and gripping him by the base, I gave him a hesitant lick.

And then another, before taking his head in my mouth. Soon after, instinct took over and I was absolutely not going to disappoint.

A moan worked its way into my throat, my head bobbing back and forth.

Pulling away, I gasped for air before taking him back in, this time deeper, passed the point of gagging.

"Shiiiit," he groaned, his hand cupped me behind the head encouraging me further. I didn't think I'd ever been so aroused, my body hummed all over, kitten dripping.

Reaching between my thighs, I rubbed myself in slow strokes; he'd been fucking my face, slowly. The look of pure ecstasy on his face making a tingle vibrate through me.

He looked to be close. If the way he'd started to pulse was any indication. I pulled away, stroking him with my hands.

Making eye contact, "Cum for me," I ordered.

Slurping him back into mouth, my efforts doubled.

I felt it, down my throat the first stream. "Fuuuuck." His voice was gruff and strained despite that he continued stroking.

Swallowing and suckling at the last drops, I left him a quivering mess, spent.