Chapter 163| Warm Fat Butt R18+

Chapter 163: Chapter 163| Warm Fat Butt R18+

Nil didn’t say anything. Her eyes traveled the length of him, from the base where the dark hair curled to the tip that gleamed wet. Her tongue wet her bottom lip.

"Jesus," she breathed.

Zane’s hands found her knees and pushed them apart. The skirt fell open. Her panties were soaked through, the cotton nearly translucent, and the scent of her reached him—warm, musky, unmistakable.

He lowered himself between her thighs. His cock pressed against her through the ruined fabric. She arched into him, her nails dragging down his chest, leaving thin red lines.

"Stop teasing," she said.

Zane didn’t answer with words. His hands slid beneath the waistband of her panties, both sides at once, thumbs hooked on cotton and dragged them down her legs. Nil lifted her hips to help, then kicked them free. The fabric landed somewhere soft behind him.

He didn’t look up. Just settled back on his heels and looked at her.

The skirt was still on. Bunched at her waist, checkered flannel rucked up to her navel. Above it, she was bare. Below it, she was bare too. The strip of fabric framed her hips like an open window.

"Zane." Her voice had gone thin. "What are you waiting for."

His palms closed over her thighs and pushed them wider. Not rough. Just firm. The hinges of her hips opened and her legs fell apart on the mattress, knees angled toward the walls, and there it was—pink, wet, parted just enough that he could see the small tight nodule of her clit glistening in the fairy lights.

He lowered his mouth before he could overthink it.

One slow drag of his tongue from the base of her cunt to the top, flat and unhurried, and Nil’s whole body jerked. Her hips shot up off the bed. He had to pin them back down with both hands, fingers digging into the hollows of her hipbones.

"Ah.." She didn’t finish the sound.

He did it again. Same slow drag, same flat tongue, ending with a swirl that flicked the edge of her clit before pulling away.

Her thighs trembled against his ears. He could feel the fine hairs along her calves brush against his jaw and he liked it—the way every part of her was reacting, not just the pieces he was touching.

"Do that again," she said.

He did.

This time he stayed. Lips sealed over her clit, tongue working in a tight rolling pattern, and Nil’s hands slapped down on his head—fingers in his hair, palm flat against his crown, holding him in place like she was afraid he’d stop. He wouldn’t. The taste of her was salt-sweet and faintly metallic from the panties she’d soaked through, and it was flooding his mouth, and his cock was so hard it had started to ache in a way that bordered on pain.

"Fuck," she hissed. "Fuck, right there. Right.."

He pulled his mouth off her clit and dragged his tongue lower. Into her. The tip pushed past her entrance and she made a sound he’d never heard from her before—a broken hiccup of a moan that ended in a whimper. He lapped inside her, tongue curling against the slick front wall, tasting the deeper musky tang of her, and his nose pressed into the wet heat above.

Her legs started to close. Just instinct. He shoved them back open with his shoulders and kept going.

"Zane." The name came out as two syllables. He liked the way she was saying it, spread out beneath him with her skirt still on and her breasts flushed pink and one nipple still wet from his mouth. "Zane, I’m gonna.."

He pulled his face back just far enough to speak. "Not yet."

Her hips bucked at the loss of contact. "What.."

"You stopped me before." His mouth hovered an inch from her. Breath on her cunt. She twitched with every word. "I get to do the same."

There was a beat of silence. Nil stared down at him, chest heaving, and then her expression shifted into something between a glare and a grin. "You’re an asshole."

"I know."

His tongue found her clit again and her glare collapsed. Head thrown back, hair fanned across the pillow, mouth open in a shape that no sound came out of yet. He sucked her clit between his lips and pressed his tongue flat against it, hard, and that was when the first real noise ripped out of her—a low long groan that vibrated down her ribcage and made her thighs clamp tight around his ears.

He didn’t stop. Two fingers slid inside her while his mouth kept working—index and middle, curled upward, searching for the spot that would make her lose the rest of her composure. He found it on the second press. Her whole spine came off the mattress. A sound punched out of her throat—half scream, half his name.

"He..Zane..Zane, oh god..". Her voice flustered with pleasure.

Nil’s hands were in his hair, in the sheets, back in his hair. They heard footsteps from the surrounding area, maybe patrol guards. Somewhere distant the main dorm door slammed shut. None of it mattered. His fingers pumped in and out of her, his tongue never slowed, and Nil’s hips rose to meet him over and over in a rhythm neither of them was controlling.

"I’m.." She couldn’t finish. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her mouth was still open. He watched her face as he pressed his tongue harder against her clit and curled his fingers just right.

She came.

Not quietly. Nil’s back arched off the bed at an angle that looked almost painful, one hand fisting the sheets and the other fisting his hair, and she screamed his name—actually screamed it, loud enough that it bounced off the thin walls and probably carried down the hall and into the floor below. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers in waves. When he tried to slow, her hand pushed him back down. She rode his mouth through it, grinding against his tongue, and he let her.

When it was done, her grip loosened. Her body melted backward onto the mattress in stages. First the arch in her back, then the fists, then the toes that had been curled into the sheets. She lay there panting up at the fairy lights with her skirt still bunched at her waist and a sheen of sweat glazing her chest.

Zane pulled his face away. Wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. His own breathing wasn’t much steadier.

Nil took a long moment before she spoke. When she did, her voice came out hoarse and amused.

"Maren didn’t mention that."

"I don’t think Maren knows."

"She’s gonna." Nil rolled her head sideways on the pillow so she could look at him, eyes half-lidded, cheeks pink. "Now get up here and fuck me before she gets back."