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from under my skirt. He put it in his mouth and sucked. ”Hmmm.”  
    His groan rumbled through me. I watched his tongue flick out of his mouth and over his thick thumb. A throb reverberated through my core. I jerked, shocked at the sensation.
    “You just passed my taste test, Kira.”
    Another throb went through me. This time it rose up my back and reached the top of my spine, straightening my shoulders on the leather of the car seat. It was the nicest thing a guy had said to me in a long time. I think I could really come to like this guy. I reached between us for his dick.
    “Let me suck you off,” I said. “I give really good head.”
    Owl smiled at me. “Me too.” He shoved away my hands and disappeared between my thighs.
    I sighed again. Hopefully, he took it as a sigh of pleasure. In truth, it was a sigh of irritation. Owl seemed like the type of guy that actually got girls off instead of bragging about how they made their pussies drip drop. He seemed like the type of guy that was gentleman enough to stay down there until a girl came. I groaned, but not in the good way. It was going to be a long night.
    I spread my legs wide for him and settled down to begin my practiced orgasmic performance. I took advantage of his deep growl of pleasure to clear my throat to prepare my vocal cords for the high-pitched soprano I was about to sing for his benefit.  
    Owl didn’t go directly for my clit. He played in the creases of my thighs. I tried to help him by rotating my hips to get him more center. I wanted to get this party started, and over with as quickly as possible. But he used his big hands to maneuver me back into place.
    I gave up and called up my to-do list for tomorrow. I needed to get some school supplies to prep for finals, which were coming up soon. I began to compile a detailed list of what to get, and where to get it, in my head as Owl nibbled on my left labia.
    I couldn’t remember if I had a box of notecards or if I needed to get a new box. I moaned again and thrusted my pussy absentmindedly into Owl’s mouth. I’d just add notecards to the list and if I wound up with two boxes it was cool.  
    Owl flicked at my clit.
    “Oh,” I moaned low and long trying to recall which size paper clips I was low on.
    He flicked again.
    “Oh god, yes.” I elongated the “yes” for an entire breath and clenched my thighs around his face. That always got them riled up and ready to plunge into my pussy.
    Owl pulled away from me. He rested his chin on my pubic bone and stared up at me. “You in a rush, Kira?”
    The question threw me. My shopping list fell to shreds in my head. I forgot which octave I’d left off in my moaning. Owl’s eyes were bright, alert. Shouldn’t he have only two brain cells in working order right now?  
    “It just feels so good,” I said with the same bright smile I’d given Sergio twenty minutes ago. “I was almost there.”
    Owl raised that eyebrow again. “Were you now?”
    It was a challenge, like he knew the truth; that I was faking it.
    “Yeah,” I lied. “What would really help me is if I could put your dick in my mouth. That really turns me on.” And it would get him off and put him into a coma by the time I got him back to my place where I could rest easily against his warm body.
    “He never got you off, did he?”
    Fuck. Owl had more than a few brain cells working. He had complete control of his faculties.
    No, Sergio had never gotten me off. No guy had ever gotten me off. Hell, I had never gotten off, period. I’d never experienced an orgasm in my life, but I wasn’t about to tell Owl that. He looked like the type of guy who would take that as a challenge and I didn’t have time to deal with his male ego. There was a storm coming, and I had a big bed to fill.
    “I’m going to take care of you, Kira.”
    The words sailed into my being and fogged up my brain. My belly clenched and that tingling over my skin started up again. I couldn’t help but hope that this