Selena Kitt - Grace

Erica slid her chair closer to Clay’s, feeling her thigh brush his. “This music is hot.”

He nodded, glancing at her, noticing that her blouse was still unbuttoned, dangerously low. She saw him looking and fanned herself with her napkin.

“It makes me want to take my clothes off.”

His eyes lit up and he grinned. “Let’s go do that.”

They left their beers half full on the table and rushed out the door, both of them in desperate hurry to get to the car. Clay unlocked her side and Erica didn’t give him a chance to go around to his.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She grabbed his collar, reaching through and pulling up the lock on the back door of the passenger’s side.

He shook his head and protested as she slammed the passenger door closed and opened the back door, but he let her push him in and crawl in behind him.

“We really should park somewhere else,” he said before she kissed him full on the mouth, throwing her arms around his neck and letting him take her full weight.

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked living dangerously.”

“Is that a challenge?” Clay took his gum out of his mouth and pressed it to the glass with his thumb. “If we get arrested, I’m telling them this was all your idea.”

“You’re such a gentleman.” Erica laughed. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

It didn’t matter, in the end, where they were parked, because the windows were steamed up completely by the time they had stripped down to their underwear, kissing with thrusting tongues, limbs entwined, bodies slippery with sweat already in anticipation. The whole car smelled like sex and Erica loved it, wrapping herself around Clay, feeling him hard between her thighs, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against the crotch of her panties, creating the most delicious friction.

“You like that?” Clay watched her face, seemingly delighted by what he found there.

“You know what I’d like better?”

“Hm,” Clay mused. “Another beer? The Tigers to win the World Series? The end of the Cold War?”

She shook her head, grinning. “Something far more miraculous.”

“Well now you have to tell me.”

“Let me show you.” Erica slithered down onto the floor, settling herself amidst their discarded clothes, centering herself between his thighs.

She slid his boxers down, letting him spring free, and Clay watched her with growing interest as she took him in her hand, stroking him lightly, nice and easy, liking the way he moved his hips in response, eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open.

When she put her mouth on it, Clay nearly jumped out of his skin, thrusting up involuntarily, making her gag.

“Holy hell!” he gasped. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You just surprised me!”

Erica cleared her throat, blinking her watery eyes. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

She kissed around the head, soft kisses, little licks, teasing, blowing, rubbing it against her cheeks, her lips, and then, slowly, taking him back into her mouth again. This time he was ready for it, and the low, incredulous groan that her slick mouth and tongue elicited from him was immensely satisfying. Erica settled in, leaning on his thighs and sucking him deeper, taking more and more, until she had him almost all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh my God!” Clay moaned, his hand moving in her hair, sliding down and finding her breast, nipple prominently hard through her bra, and that just made him moan louder. “Erica! Oh that’s so good. Am I dead? I think I died. I think I’m in heaven. Ohhh my God! What are you doing down there? Jesus Christ!”

Erica lifted her head, smiling. “Nice girls don’t do this either.”

“Did I ever say I liked nice girls?” Clay asked, panting. “I don’t recall I ever said that.”

She took him back into her mouth, working mouth and tongue and hand together, faster now, looking up at his face, the way he licked his lips, feeling his thighs tightening under her arms.

“Oh, Erica, you better stop doing that before… before… oh wait, stop… before I… stop before… oohhhhhh don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

And that was it, just like that. Clay thrust up, clearly no longer concerned about her gag reflex, and bathed her tongue with white hot lava. Erica swallowed the first blast without a second thought, working for the next, feeling it erupt up from the base of him where her hand was tightly wrapped and still stroking, milking him completely.

“Oh wow.” He blinked as she kneeled up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his collarbone, feeling his body beginning to relax. “That was… wow. Definitely wow.”

She giggled at his reaction, nuzzling his ear. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Absolutely,” Clay agreed. “It is most definitely your turn now… your turn for what?”

Erica situated herself on the seat beside him, putting her feet over his lap, her knees tented over his pelvis, lifting her bottom so she could slide down her panties. Clay watched this development with growing interest, picking up the panties she tossed onto the seat and bringing them to his nose.

“Do you like it?” she asked, smiling at the way he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

“Yeah,” he croaked, opening his eyes and looking down at her knees in his lap, following the seam of her closed legs to the dark blond triangle between them.

“Ever come home from school, and your mom’s baking something so yummy, like your very favorite thing. Like brownies or chocolate cake?” Erica asked.

He snorted. “My mother doesn’t bake.”

“Okay your nanny then.”

“Sure. Brownies. Love brownies. Good stuff.”

“Have you ever been able to smell it, like, before you even got to your house. You’re walking down your street, and you can smell something… mmmm. So good. And your mouth starts to water. Now you’re thinking about brownies. Warm, yummy, gooey, chocolaty brownies…”

“Now I’m hungry,” Clay said, licking his lips. “Did you ever think about a career in advertising?”

Erica laughed. “Now you’re smelling brownies and thinking about brownies and you can’t wait to get a brownie in your mouth.”

“Uh-huh. Damn, I’m salivating.” Clay wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“And you run up onto your front porch and open the door, and the smell of brownies envelopes you, it’s like your whole house is made of brownies, it smells so good, and you run to the kitchen and there on the kitchen table, there you find it…”

“Please don’t tell me it’s an empty plate.”

“No.” She smiled. “Brownies. All you can eat. A whole pile of them, still warm.”

“Mmmmm.”

“So you go over and pick up a brownie… now what do you do?”

“Oh this is an interactive story?” Clay cleared his throat. “Ummm… I gobble down that brownie in two seconds flat, in fact, I just eat the whole damned batch, gulp, in one glorious sitting.”

“Noooo!” Erica kicked her bare feet on the seat, rolling from side to side in protest. “Wrong answer!”

“Damn. No $64,000? No brownies?”

“ You have to take your time ,” Erica emphasized. “You’ve been thinking about that brownie, smelling it, looking at it, and now you finally have it in your hand and you want to taste it… but you want to savor it. You want to really, thoroughly enjoy it. So lick a little bit of the frosting. Nibble. Go slow. Savor it.”

“Wait a minute, you aren’t talking about brownies are you.” Clay tickled her knees, making Erica laugh and squirm. “This is a metaphor isn’t it?”

“You’re very quick.”

“My bananas are all in a complete bunch, I tell you.”

“That’s what it’s like,” she said, taking his hand and placing it over her mound. “To put your mouth down here.”