Chapter 152
Landon--
This is the best idea I’ve had in months. Cora needs a sec to come down from her fifth climax, so I sit up from where I had her hips pulled off the bed in front of me. There are more ergonomic ways to eat pussy, but Cora always does better when I have her off balance. She needs to let go of control, but she doesn’t like it very much. If she has control, she can be sure to get what she thinks she wants, but she has to let go in order to really fly.
“You’re such an arrogant ass.” She huffs from where she’s sprawled out on the bed. Her hair is in a tangled halo around her head, spread out over my pillows. It looks like rays of light shining from behind her. Her sweet little nipples are still peaked and begging me to go back for another taste, and her arms and legs are flopped out wherever they landed after the convulsive pleasure she’s coming down from. Even as I’m checking her out, she twitches from an aftershock.
From her impatient noise, I know she caught my eyes wandering. “The way you look right now says it’s confidence rather than arrogance, don’t you think, kitten? You’re only five in– you still have ten to go if we’re going to win the game. Do you want some water?”
She laughed at me when I stopped at the kitchen to grab water and snacks for our night in, but she takes the bottle from my hand gratefully now and starts chugging. “Thank you,” she says, but her tone tacks on an ‘idiot’ at the end.
I pretend not to hear it and reply nicely anyway. “Anything for you, sweet mate. Ready for more?”
Cora stares at me for a second. “What’s your plan for when I can’t come anymore? Are you going to keep it up if I pass out?”
That stops me for a second. “I was planning to let you take a power nap and start again. Would you… want me to? If you passed out, I mean?”
The smell of Cora’s arousal has already saturated my room. It’s strong enough that it might actually be noticeable through my door at this point, but somehow, I can still smell Cora’s interest in that idea. Her mind is racing behind her eyes, trying to decide what she wants and if she’s a bad person for wanting it. “I mean, you know I like my beauty sleep. But no, of course I wouldn’t. That would be so weird. Plus it breaks the spirit of the game, if not the actual rules. Don’t you think so?”
I think about it for a second before letting it go. She’ll tell me when she’s ready to explore something like that. “Maybe so, but nothing has to be weird if we’re both into it, mate. We could do whatever crazy shit we come up with and nobody has to know if you don’t want them to. We could get a hotel room in town and go ape shit if you wanted. Or I could drive you back out to the woods around the cabin and chase you around some.” Shit, that actually does sound fun. Might have to plan that for our next vacation.
Cora seems reassured, both by what I said out loud and what I didn’t. “No need to go to so much trouble when we’re having plenty of fun here. I guess I’m ready.” She lays back down on the bed, stretching like a cat before she rests the back of her hand on her forehead like she’s doing me a favor. The view I have of her pussy where her legs are still spread for me has me feeling like she might be.
I can’t stop myself from teasing her, trailing one hand from her knee to the very top of her thigh before trailing it back down. She twitches at the top of every pass, and I can watch in real time as she starts to get wet for me all over again. “What do you think, babe? One more time with my mouth and then we switch it up? I have some toys I’ve been dying to try on you, but my… research… tells me that we should wait till the end for vibrations or you might go numb. I want you to feel everything.”
She sits up suddenly. “Research?! You mean porn. You watched porn of this? How long have you been planning this little ‘game’?!”
My face heats up as I realize I’m busted. “Not for this exactly. It just comes up sometimes. It’s called orgasm torture. It looked like fun, so when I saw the opportunity…”
Cora rolls her eyes at me. “Brownie points my ass. You said I did well and so to reward me you decided to do something actively called torture? What about that makes sense to you?”
“Uhh. Orgasms are awesome so more of them must be even better? Honestly, I’m a little jealous you strung together three like that before we had to take this little break. I’d kill to have multiple orgasms in a row like that.” I slowly get back into position as I’m talking, like maybe she won’t notice it happening and we can just drop the subject while I get back to eating her. My mouth will be busy, anyway.
She does notice, but I can tell she’s decided to let it go. “I think I read somewhere that you can, with some work ahead of time. Let me do some research and see how you like it.”
I’m both nervous and excited for whatever she comes up with, but I don’t say anything else. The pretty pussy in front of me has been getting wetter and wetter the more we’ve talked around it, and nothing will convince me she’s not having fun when the evidence is three inches from my nose. Her sixth orgasm comes even easier than her fifth did.