Slice of Pi 2 by Elia Winters Page A

appreciate what she had, because these flings were always short-lived. Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she scooted down to straddle Owen’s thighs and wrapped her hand around his dick.
    His mouth fell open with pleasure as she began to stroke, but no sound came from his lips. How unsatisfying. Yeah, he was obviously enjoying himself, if his closed eyes and heavy breathing were any indication, but she wanted to take him apart and hear it happen. Bending down, she took his tip into her mouth and sucked.
    â€œFuck!” The sound came out hoarse and wrecked, its desperate tone doing more to turn her on than even his kisses. Still sucking on the head of his cock, Iris lifted her eyes enough to see his face. Owen was staring down the length of his body, mouth still open and panting, an expression of complete disbelief on his face. Perfect. Iris swallowed him down the rest of the way. He was warm in her mouth, lightly salty, and she began bobbing her head up and down on his length. She liked giving blow jobs, less for the act itself and more for the way they reduced men to quivering, whimpering, desperate piles of need. Owen was certainly not immune. She hadn’t been sucking on him for more than a minute before he had both fists gripping the sheet beneath him, hips beginning to twitch.
    She licked her way off his cock, flicking her tongue across his leaking slit, and met his eyes again. He was staring at her like she was some kind of deity, eyes wide with awe and mouth slack.
    â€œDid you like that?” Her question was completely unnecessary, because he was all blissed out with a throbbing cock, but he nodded anyway.
    â€œYes, thank you.” He ran his tongue over his top lip.
    Iris had never been thanked for a blow job so reverently before, and it made her smile. “I’m happy to help. Let me grab a condom.”
    â€œWait.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “Let me return the favor. Please.”
    Iris was never one to turn down oral sex, even if it didn’t usually make her come. “Far be it for me to refuse.” She rolled off him, and he was quick to get into position between her legs, wasting no time with formalities before he had his tongue against her clit. Oh wow, that was nice. More than nice. Fucking awesome. She let her eyes close and her head fall back against the pillow, reveling in each slow, wet lick. Seems like Owen was full of surprises. Who would have thought? That talented tongue, trained in evaluating sweets for the perfect blend of ingredients, was a mind-blowing force against her sensitive flesh.
    â€œYou taste fantastic.” He breathed the words against her before diving back in again. Iris felt every lick, every brush, every single movement of his tongue against her, and when he added fingers to the equation, she bucked up off the bed with a noise that probably would be embarrassing when she thought back about it later. He just kept talking dirty, too, as if she wasn’t already going wild, punctuating each sentence with another few licks. “God, you’re so wet. You’re just soaking my fingers. I wish you could see yourself like this.” He didn’t speak loudly, and if Iris had enough brain cells functioning to really think about it, he might actually be talking about her to himself rather than for her benefit. Either way, it didn’t matter, because he was about a minute away from making her come.
    â€œStop, stop . . .” she managed to say at last, sitting up despite the wobbliness in her body. Owen lifted his head, running his tongue over his lips again, and he looked so debauched that she wanted to fuck him hard and fast, right this very minute. The man was full of surprises and she was going to ride every last one of them out of him. When he gave her a questioning look, she said, “I want to come when I’m fucking you.” That made him grin.
    After grabbing a condom from the bedside