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[he doesn’t argue, doesn’t protest, doesn’t do anything but seal his mouth to her cunt and start devouring her, and shauna knows better than anyone that such things are an act of worship, whether it’s teeth in flesh or tongue slipping through folds sodden with desire. she hadn’t lied – jeff never did this, never did anything more than stick his hand down her jeans or up her shirt while they were making out, just enough to see whether she was wet enough to climb onto his dick. melissa had, though, had gone from the cautious, clumsy probe of virgin tongue and virgin fingers, to knowing exactly what shauna wanted, needed.

saber knows that without needing to practice, and shauna thinks of how many other girls he must have done this to, how many times he’d flicked his tongue just like that against their clits, how he’d taught himself the perfect way to hook his fingers and the perfect amount of messy to be to make them shudder and whimper and gush against his mouth. and they’d just met, and she doesn’t care about those other girls, but – but she does, she does and it makes heat pulse beneath her breastbone and between her legs and shauna’s bloodied fingers sink into the silky mess of saber’s hair (curls, she loves curls, she thinks about jackie, jackie, jackie and) and she drags her nails against his scalp and grinds up against his mouth and she speaks without thinking:] You’re so – fucking greedy, look at you, bet you’ve done this with every girl here by now, huh?

[pressing her heels to the bed, shauna rises her hips to saber’s mouth, rocks them, thrusts, imagines choking him on her fingers, her knife, she doesn’t need a dick when she has that.] I’m not like the others, Saber. Don’t – eat me out like I am. I wanna feel it tomorrow. [but she’s soaked, she’s drenched, she’s so close, but she needs, she needs–] I want it to hurt.

[masticated]

[he can tell she's desperate to hurt him somehow with those nails dragging into his scalp, forcing him into her, over her. people talk about greed as if it's a bad thing. not him. not when his mouth is full of her and his tongue slurps her up with obscene sounds.

she's all talk, rocking into him until his hand is quick to press upon her belly to hold her still. up for air and nothing else, lips wet with saliva and her arousal dripping down his chin. the room is dark, but his cheeks are prominently pink from the friction, eyes half lidded as he looks at her. he's getting off as much as she is.]

You wanna think about that? How I get girls off? [he spits where his mouth once was, watches as it dribbles down her clit and reaches his hand. he fucks into her roughly, buries deep and curves up to press against her g-spot with deadly precision.] I like eatin'. I like how pussy tastes and how wet you all get. You like it too, don't ya?

[whether he's caught her fantasy or he's talking about how wet she is unclear. saber talks to talk, throws in tidbits to see what takes. aggressive in how he holds her down to prevent her from setting the pace, fingers buried and motioning inside her like a taunt.]

You'll hurt when I want you to hurt.

[and he does devote himself to her again, biting at the skin where thigh meets hip, tonguing across space until his mouth is around her sensitive flesh.]

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Fuck you. [but shauna says it like a prayer, like a plea, shauna spreads her legs and shudders beneath saber’s hand splayed over her belly and shauna grinds her cunt against his mouth like she’ll die without it.] Just – wondering who else has gotten this.

[thinking: nat, lottie, jackie, the idea of saber’s hands on jackie makes her throb, picturing his mouth between her spread, slender legs, tasting her like jeff never fucking did, shauna’s sure, he expected her to go down on him but never returned the favor. it pisses her off and it makes her pulse slick and throbbing around his fingers as they fuck up into her, make her gasp high and sharp.

and she thinks: tangled gold hair, rough hands holding her thighs apart, mel looking up with a giddy, fuckdrunk look on her soaked face.] She usually went down on me. More – desperate than you, though. [she laughs, rolls her hips, tugs his hair and clenches around his fingers.] You – really wanna make me think about someone else right now?

[but he’s stealing her breath with the meet of his teeth in her flesh, prompting a sob of sound, need and desire and impatience, and as soon as his mouth is back on her clit, shauna’s hips buck up helplessly, because – because she needs it, she’d gotten used to melissa always in arm’s reach and it’s been torment, especially sharing a room, sharing a bed, and in spite of herself she comes on saber’s tongue thinking about fucking jackie again.]

[masticated]

[of course she's wondering who else has gotten what he's giving her. with how he's handling her, a younger woman - a teen, he reminds himself - goes straight to the place of how much experience he has and just who he's had experience with. she can talk all she wants when he knows he's getting her somewhere. he recognizes how her breath hitches, feels her muscles clench around him.

he imagines she's clenching around his cock. her words reach his ears but he barely processes them. he knows he's hit her weakness, what makes her tremble and shake from his touch, from his not so gentle guidance into a fantasy. he laughs with her too, more delicious little vibrations against sensitive flesh. she becomes more frenzied and he moves to press his arm into her stomach instead, fingers gripping into her waist to mixing pain with pleasure. he makes her gush, sloppy noises as he helps her ride her orgasm out, right up until he knows it almost hurts from over stimulation.

idly, he continues to fuck into her. gentle and slow, dragging fingers out to play at her entrance as he rests his cheek on her thigh.]

Doesn't matter who you thought about. You came 'cause I put it together for you.

[lips swollen and red with saliva and come, his tongue darts out to collect what remains on them.]

You tell me when you're ready to go again.

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[shauna hits that squirmy, oversensitive place quick – maybe she’s out of practice, the handful of days that constitute a dry spell making her remember what it feels like to have her body on ice, her heart locked down, cautious and careful around her resurrected best friend. saber doesn’t let her stay frozen, though, melts her from inside out, teasing over the shuddering, clenching pulse of her cunt, fingers marking the too-lean curve of her waist.

and, absently, she’s thankful for that, hand finding the sweaty mess of his hair, touching it once, lightly, like she used to touch the hilt of her knife strapped to her side, making sure it’s there. then shauna goes slack, relaxed, hand loose against the sheets, trying to catch her breath, chin lifting to let the sweat gathered on her throat begin to cool.

the words get a huffy laugh, a twitch of her shivery thigh against saber’s cheek.] S-Sure. Whatever you say. You’re a fuckin’ – sex tour guide or whatever. [another gentle bump, the heat of her eyes finding his, propping up slowly on her elbows. her chest is still heaving, rising and falling, but her panting mouth finds a curve, a grin.]

You think I need a break? After one round? [another nudge of her leg, then she’s reaching down, shaky fingers finding the mess of her pussy, parting the slick folds and dragging her middle finger slowly up the dripping slit, inviting.] Don’t be dumb.