“Maybe you should be running that mouth praising my dick sucking skills?” I suggested.

“Or should I be running that mouth on your cunt?”

“Hm. Split the difference and sixty-nine?” I asked. Adam nodded profusely, and I got off of him long enough for him to scoot back onto the bed and undo his pants. Then I turned myself around, hiked up my dress, and straddled his face.

Once again I was forced to agree with Jessa Pickens: it was a very nice dick. Moderately long, respectably thick, ever so slightly downcurved. The head of it shone like purple marble from Adam’s arousal.

I licked my lips, spat on my hand and grabbed a hold of the cock. It felt substantial. “Beautiful. Just give me a minute to work up to it before you try choking me with it.”

“Same,” he said, and lifted his head up to make contact with his tongue.

Shit. Fuck. Yes.

Alright, I admit it. This geek could eat pussy better than any man I’d been with, on par with some of the women. And not in the way of some John Hughes bullshit contrivance, not because Adam had mentally rehearsed for sex every night of his life while other men thought only of football and blowjobs. (I did date one guy who was the latter. One was more than enough to last me a lifetime.)

No, if I had to try and put a finger on what the difference was, it was that he just threw himself harder at life. In much the same way that motorcycling, pink clubwear and theatrical makeup looks made me feel good and extra, Adam liked to go out in all black and collect more tattoos for his sleeve, spend a night out at some tiny club getting his ears absolutely pummeled with extreme metal, or spend it in, writing perverse and highly inventive Resident Evil fanfiction.

When it came to eating pussy, he had that same play-hard attitude. Variation in speed and technique, over-the-top Cookie Monster vocalizations, the occasional playful bite, and a reckless need to smother himself.

I got off once, a sweet little popcorn pop of an orgasm, before I could even break out of my reverie and get around to sucking Adam’s dick. When I did, the thought crossed my mind this might have been a tad easier on my knees right-side-up.

But I managed it. I let myself gag a couple times to bring out the spit. Then I balled my left fist, let the nails dig into my palm, flicked my tongue across the tip just to be sure I had his attention, and sank, slowly and steadily, down his six inch length, letting it shove my tongue out of the way and press stubbornly against my palette. I felt his rock hardness strain, yield slightly, and then glide nice and smooth down my throat.

Adam’s hand shot out and grabbed a mitful of hair to hold me in place. His hips rocked with clear, aching need to use my holes, and his dexterous tongue vied for my attention, pressing hard as it traced around the perimeter of my labia.

Well, two could up the ante. Dick still buried in my throat, I shook my head around every which way. I worked my hips and thighs and bore down on him with my cunt, cutting off his air. He pinched my nostrils shut. Feverishly we humped each other’s faces until we came apart, both gasping. I coughed up a spatter of thick spit from deep down.

“Alright,” he said, panting, “I think we both proved our point. Let’s dial it back to something more sustainable.”

He loosened his grip and I lightened my pressure. Slower and with a bit less sadomasochistic abandon, we fucked each other’s mouths. The gentle slide of his cock into my throat, then all the way back out until I could tongue lash the tip of it, made me incredibly horny. For my part, the urgent bucking of my hips as I orgasmed, this one long and powerful and dribbling down over his face, made him moan ecstatically into my pussy.

“Fuuuck!” I cried, as my mouth came free of him, his erection clutched like a mic in a deathgrip half an inch from my lips. “You eat like a beast!” The next moment, he caught a hold of my hair again and shoved hard, stoppering my cries.

By the time my abs stopped clenching, the pace of his dick fucking my mouth had picked up to a sprint again. Moments later it was done: he grabbed me by the hair and shoved, and held me there, my nose to his ballsack, moaning and swearing and praising my “sweet fuckable mouth“. I didn’t taste the cum, save for a little hint of it as he pulled out. But I felt him tense as it pumped into my esophagus. It seemed like a lot.

“Jesus Christ,” I said as we finally came apart. I spun around to lie beside him, and then my knees buckled and I almost face-planted. “Do you always eat pussy like that, and talk filthy like that? Or are you in your feelins?”

He looked back at me all shifty-eyed. “Well… I think so, but… Okay. Don’t be mad, but I may have fibbed a little..”

“Fibbed?”

“I do remember us running into each other in Charlotte. You were wearing a blush colored top, and I think gray lululemons. Knew you from a mile away.”

“Ah-hah!” I said, smacking the bed for emphasis.

Adam sighed, and rested his big hand on my hip. “I did not carry a torch for you. Can’t stress that enough. And I really was as surprised as you, when you saw me at the party. But that day in Charlotte? I did think to myself, wow, Millie’s ass has only gotten better. And when you unfolded the paper and read my initials... my heart did a backflip. I tried to play it cool, I was so afraid I’d seem overeager.”

I took a moment to process this. Adam soberly released his grip on me.

“So, uh, yeah. Sorry I wasn’t straight with you about that. I get it if you’d rather not continue—”

“Don’t you dare move,” I said with a grin. “Or do, actually, I need you to get some lube. Adam, I like your enthusiasm. I like that this means somethin to you. To my surprise, it kinda does for me too. So, I’ve changed my mind.” I slipped the dress over my head and tossed it aside, and wiggled my bare butt at him. “I want you to have this. I want you to show my booty some of that fabled reverence. And fuck my ass until you run out of fuck.”

The sucking of air between his closed jaws told me everything I needed.

“Come again?” said Adam.

“That’s what she said,” I replied with a grin. “See, I had an epiphany tonight. After AdamGate, boys I dated started asking me for anal. It was gross and pushy, and I knew it was only because of the “backdoor Millie” thing, but I was really fucked up in the self-esteem. So I gave in, I tried it. Didn’t like it, didn’t hate it. But he was beside himself, it was like his ego was gonna float him right off the ground.

“Couple years later, I was hooking up with a guy I liked, a much nicer guy, and I remembered that other boy. So I offered. I even lied and told him I liked anal, which was stupid, because then in the middle of it he asked if it was making me come. I faked an anal orgasm for a dude I barely fucking knew.

“I got in a rut. I have never gone into it thinking of myself, and I’ve never gotten off from it. But if I know anything about Dread Pirate Rzeznik, it’s this: he worships ass like a true believer, and he would never put it in my ass and not do his damnedest to make me come. Am I wrong?”

Adam smiled warmly and considered his words. “First of all, I’m so sorry that that’s been your experience. No one should be pressured into doing things for someone else’s sake. And no, you’re not wrong. I can do better than that in my damn sleep. I’ll try my best to make it orgasmic, but I guarantee I’ll make it fun. If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

“Perfect. Where do you want me?”

“Bent over the side of the bed,” he said as he threw off his shirt and underwear. Damn. The back and shoulder muscles on this guy were droolworthy all by themselves. “Oh, and don’t you dare turn around and peek. In fact I want you to close your eyes.”

I waited in awkward silence while Adam rummaged loudly in the closet. Shit, now that I was pointedly not looking, the anticipation was gonna drive me nuts. I heard gloves snap.

“Alright sexy, deep breaths in, deep breaths out.” He planted a single tender kiss on my left ass cheek, and started massaging my butthole in lazy circles with a lubed-up gloved finger. “How’s that?”

“Mmm, not bad. You can probably go a little faster.”

“Ah, but that’s my little selfish conceit,” he said as his middle finger slipped effortlessly inside, “to take my damn sweet time.”

“Alright. If you insist.”

He kept up that pace, too. It was another sixty seconds before he was in me up to the last knuckle, and he kept it like that a while, crooking his finger expertly to push my buttons.

I’d never noticed this before, but it felt a lot like having my pussy fingered. It made me hungry for something bigger, though.

At last I felt him slip in a second finger, and that one also took its sweet time to sink in. “That’s lovely,” I said, “but seriously, I can take more. I want more.”

Not missing a beat, Adam reached out with his free hand and gave my hair a yank. In his sultriest voice, he said, “I’ll decide when that ass gets more, you got me?” I just about melted into the sheets.

When his two fingers slipped back out, I whimpered a little for them. In response, he casually shoved his thumb in me; and before I could get used to that, I felt the hot, wet caress of his tongue against my clit.

“Shiiiiiit, Adam, that is nice.”

“You want more?”

“Fuckin of course I do.”

“You’ll have to beg for it.” I couldn’t see his face, but I could picture his evil smirk vividly.

“But I don’t want to,” I mewled.

Without hesitation, he spanked the moon of my right ass cheek good and hard. It stung, and it made me tense up on his thumb. “Beg, damn it.”

This fucking boy. “Please, eat my cunt!”

I heard him take several deep breaths, and felt the warm exhalation on my bits. My pelvic floor twitched expectantly—and then he was on me, kissing my clitoris, nose half buried in my cunt, giving me the full Cookie Monster. All the while, his thumb rocked back and forth. It had set up shop in my ass like it owned the place.

“Aw, shit, you’re gonna make me come like that.”

“No, not like that.” Adam got to his feet and rested his wrapped-up dick against my soaked cunt. “But maybe like this.” His thumb was still up my ass nearly to the second knuckle. Slowly, inexorably, he slid into me until our bodies came together.

I’d experienced my share of dick, some considerably larger than this one. But this was a new and delicious sensation of fullness. I leaned into it hungrily with the tilt of my hips.

“Oh, ohhhh, ohhhh. I see your game now. You’re a bad man, Adam Rzeznik. You cheat. You use evil, nefarious techniques…”

He laughed, and started to pick up the pace. “A philosopher once said, ‘A man may touch or kiss his woman any place, any way that she desires.’ So I think I’m on pretty solid ground here.”

“You bastard, just let me come this time.”

“Oh, very well.” I felt his angle shift as he stood up taller.

“Ho-ly fuck, that’s the fucking spot. Fuck!”

Soft and sweet and heady came my third orgasm of the night, both my holes now squeezing against Adam. It didn’t hurt at all. He gave my ass an affectionate pat, and waited for the contractions to wind down.