I didn’t wear panties.
Noon hit and I walked down the hall in a T-shirt and the shortest shorts I owned, nothing underneath, the slow ache between my legs still sticky from the garage. Mason’s door was cracked. I pushed it open. He was on the edge of the bed, phone in his hand, already hard in his sweats like he’d been waiting.
“Lock it. Shorts off. On the bed. Now.”
I locked it. The shorts hit the floor. He looked at my bare cunt, swollen and shining, and crooked two fingers.
“Come here. Sit on my face first. I want to taste how full I left you.”
I climbed over him. He gripped my thighs and pulled me down onto his mouth without warning. His tongue pushed into me, licking out the mess he’d put there last night, then moved up to my c**t and sucked. I grabbed the headboard and rocked, a
