Will
Those sweet little sounds would be the death of me.
Every time I touched her, Chloe’s breath would quicken or release in a heated gasp.
When I whispered dirty words against her ear, she’d reward me with a whimper.
And when I finally licked my way between her thighs, gliding my tongue flat and hot along her seam, she moaned my name in a way I knew I’d hear echoed in my dreams for life.
I didn’t allow myself time to think about what we were doing. I didn’t want to give my common sense the chance to tell me all the reasons it was stupid and irresponsible and likely to lead to a crash. Instead, I put my thoughts on mute and let myself be consumed by everything that Chloe Knott was as I unraveled her.
My cock was swollen and aching for her as I took my time between her legs, savoring what I’d imagined tasting for weeks now. She was soaked from her first release, the one she’d worked out with both of us fully clothed and her just rubbing herself against my thigh.
The memory made my dick jump against my pants, begging to be set free, but I wanted to lick another orgasm from her before I got my own.
“You don’t even realize how much of a tease you are, do you?” I asked, breath hot against her pussy as I held tight to one of her thighs and snaked my other hand beneath her. I toyed with her entrance with my middle finger, testing just an inch of her and feeling her tighten around me as I withdrew. “Walking around every day and night with that smile of yours, with those eyes…” I bit my lip on a groan at the way she responded to me, the tightening and writhing. “Tempting me with this ass, these thighs, these beautiful fucking tits.”
I licked or bit or squeezed each reference I made, loving how Chloe squirmed beneath me. Her eyes were hooded as she watched me over the swells of her breasts still covered by her top. I plucked at the material, at her nipple through it, savoring the shocked cry of surprise she let loose when I did.
“Pull them out for me,” I said, and I kept my eyes on hers as I pressed into her cunt a bit more with one finger, flicking my tongue over her clit before covering it completely and sucking hard.
She bowed off the counter, head arching back, breasts an offering to the gods.
“Let me see you play with yourself while I make you come again.”
I knew it wouldn’t take much. She was trembling already, the same way she did when she rocked herself against my leg. But I wanted to take my time. I wanted to test every theory I had about what she liked until I found the perfect combination.
Hastily, Chloe shoved the thin straps of her tie-dye tank top off her shoulders, pushing still until the fabric bunched at her waist.
And revealed two gorgeous, heaving, perfect breasts.
I groaned, rewarding her with a long suck of her clit as my free hand roamed up and over her thigh, hips, and waist until I could take her in one lush handful. I squeezed and kneaded and rolled her nipple between my fingers in time with my tongue working between her legs. Testing the weight of her was better than I’d ever imagined, and I played with her tit with one hand still teasing between her thighs until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I had to give them my full attention, those breasts that had driven me to insanity.
I climbed up over her, not giving a damn when my back screamed in protest at the awkward way I was bent over the island. I bit my lip and grabbed each of her breasts in a handful, shaking them a bit to watch the way the full roundness of them rippled.
“Fuck,” I cursed, and I sucked one nipple into my mouth, smiling against her skin at how her hands flew to my hair and held me there.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “That feels incredible.”
I didn’t know what the other men in her life were doing to make me seem so great at sucking on a fucking tit, but I wasn’t complaining. I gave her more, kneading and touching and sucking and licking until she was grinding her wet pussy against my abdomen and begging for relief.
I ripped my shirt overhead, disposing it somewhere on the floor behind me before making quick work of my pants. I left my boxer briefs on, smirking a bit at the sight of Chloe leaning up on her elbows with wide eyes as she took in the view before I had her pinned against the counter again.
I licked my way down between her thighs, settling in and testing what she liked, what she loved, and what would make her come.
She liked when I licked her with a flat tongue, when I covered her with heat and let her feel all of me.
She loved when I tightened the tip of my tongue to a point and worked her clit with it, when I pressed one finger inside her just up to my middle knuckle.
But when I sucked her clit between my teeth, when I held that pressure and moaned against her while fucking her with my finger, when I used my free hand to roll my fingers around her plump, peaked nipple…
That was the ticket to making her come.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “Oh, fuck. Will, I… I…”
Her words were drowned out by the loudest, sweetest fucking screams I’d ever conjured from a woman in my life. They weren’t the fake ones I’d heard from girls who performed in the bedroom like it was a porn studio. They weren’t shy or subdued, either.
They were raw and real. They were proof of what I was making her feel as she combusted and found her second release.
Her hands fisted my hair so tightly it stung, but I didn’t dare break pace. I worked my fingers and tongue against her until her knees fell open, her head hit the countertop, and her breaths shot out in long puffs of exhaustion.
I didn’t rush her as she came down. I slowly removed my finger from inside her, massaging the outside of her opening as I kissed her swollen clit. My other hand released the pressure from her breast, and I took the time of her recovering to fully appreciate the view before me.
God, she was fucking beautiful.
Her red-orange hair was splayed out on the counter, her cheeks the most sensual shade of just fucked fuchsia — and I hadn’t even fucked her yet. I savored the plumpness of that bottom lip she’d been biting, the pink marks my hands had left on her breasts and thighs and hips.
She was an offering, her shirt shoved down to her waist, her pants on the floor beneath me, breasts heaving, pussy glistening.
My cock refused to be ignored any longer, and I reached one hand into my briefs to palm myself as I let my eyes continue their slow perusal of her body.
“You are a wet fucking dream, Chloe,” I said, stroking myself and thumbing the bit of precum on my tip until I coated myself with it. “Magnificent. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
Chloe leaned up onto her elbows, her eyes wide again as she looked where my hand was in my briefs. When I pulled myself all the way free and rid myself of the fabric, her mouth fell open into a soft o, her lashes fanning her pink cheeks as she tried to catch her breath.
Then, her mouth closed, her eyes narrowed into determination, and she was on the move.
Her hands pressed into my chest until I had no choice but to back away from the counter, and she made enough room for herself to slide down off it. Her tits bounced on the landing, and I groaned at the sight, fisting myself a little tighter.
“Let me,” she said, and her hands replaced mine as I hissed a curse and let my head fall back.
I had to admit, it wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world. She didn’t lick along my chin, spit in her hand and fuck me slowly with her slick fingers curled around my shaft. She didn’t whisper dirty commands in my ear or slide my cock between her wet lips to let me feel what I’d done to her.
In fact, she seemed… hesitant. Scared, even.
Her hands trembled as she took my place, and once she had me in her grip, she seemed unsure of what to do next.
Her breathing intensified as she mimicked what I’d been doing, working my cock in long, slow pumps with her hands covering every inch. She used both, at least, which took many women time to get to. She seemed eager to do what made me feel good, responding to every sound I made and working me faster when I started thrusting my hips into her grip.
I was wound so fucking tight from going down on her, from watching her make herself come against my thigh, that I was pretty sure I could bust right there in her hand.
But I willed myself to hold back, to keep my fucking cool.
Especially when she dropped to her knees and brought all my fantasies of the past three weeks into living color.
“Fuck yes,” I praised, sweeping her hair out of the way when she was in front of me. I gathered it in one fist and held it tightly. “Let me feel that sweet mouth.”
Again, I swore I saw worry etched in her gaze. So much so that I frowned and nearly asked her what was wrong. But before I could, she quickly opened her mouth — and dove onto my cock.
I shuddered from the suddenness of it. One moment, she tentatively held me in soft, unsure hands. The next, she was gagging from attempting to take me all the way down her fucking throat.
“Jesus, Chloe,” I groaned, tightening my grip in her hair. My eyes crossed with the effort to stand after feeling her wet mouth and hearing the sound of her choking.
She pulled back, fisting me with one hand and staring at my cock like it was both a puzzle to be solved and a snake to run away from. She went back, slower this time, her hot mouth suctioned around my head and shaft until she gagged again and pulled back, sitting on her knees and looking up at me with a strand of saliva connecting her to my cock.
Fuck me, that was a gorgeous sight.
“I… I want you inside me,” she said, breathy, pleading, her eyes wide and rimmed with tears from gagging on my cock, her cheeks flaming pink.
And I didn’t even care that it was the weakest attempt at a blowjob I’d ever had. Two lashes of her tongue and one squeeze from her hand had me ready to come without her touching me again — let alone hearing her say those words.
“What was that?” I asked, arching a brow and running my thumb over her wet, swollen lip.
She swallowed, chasing my thumb with her tongue.
“I want you inside me.”
I ripped her up in an instant, half pulling her and half carrying her to the couch. There were a million ways I wanted to take her. I wanted her legs on my shoulders and her tits in my face as I pushed inside her. I wanted to bend her over the arm and fuck her from behind. I wanted to prop her ass on the edge of the couch and lay her head on the floor, to spread her legs wide and fuck her like a porn star while she screamed out my name.
But right now, I wanted her to be the one in control.
I stopped only long enough to fish a condom out of my wallet, leaving Chloe sitting on the edge of the leather with her chest heaving as she watched me sheath myself.
“Take that off,” I said, nodding to where her shirt was still bunched at her waist.
She made quick work of it, and then sat waiting, hands nervously twisting her hair and pulling it to one side before she sat on her palms.
So many visions paraded in my mind at that sight. I imagined her naked on her knees, sitting on her hands for me, letting me do whatever I wanted to her mouth, her tits, her pussy, and her ass. I imagined tying those hands up to my bed frame so she didn’t have a choice but to hold them still while I had my way with her.
She’d said yes.
She’d agreed to the deal.
This was only the first time I’d take her, and the possibilities had me aching for the next time before round one was even finished.
“Up.”
I barely got the word out before she was standing, and I took her place on the middle cushion, sinking my back against the leather and reaching out for one of her hands.
“Come here,” I beckoned, and I helped her climb into my lap.
She looked unsure as she did, her brows furrowing, lips rolling together as she watched where her thighs straddled mine. She used her hands on the back of the couch to hold her weight off me, and I frowned.
“Sit on me.”
Her worried eyes flashed to mine, and she sank just an inch.
My nostrils flared.
“Eventually, you’re going to be sitting on my face, Chloe. So you better get used to it. Sit.”
This time, she let go, and I moaned when the full weight of her rested in my lap, when my cock slicked between her swollen lips.
“That’s it,” I said, and I reached between us for my shaft, lifting her just enough for me to press against her entrance. “Now, do it again. Slowly. As slowly as you need to.”
Her breathing intensified when I edged inside her. I cursed, she shivered, my cock begged for me to wind my hands around her shoulders and pull her down until I was balls fucking deep.
Somehow, I resisted, busying myself with her beautiful tits and hips, instead. I let her take her time, focusing on the little sounds she let loose as she sank down another inch, lifted, and then found one more.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I praised, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefinger to help her work me inside her. “Taking my cock just like I knew you could.”
Chloe whimpered, letting her head fall back as she lifted and sank another half inch. Each time she coated me with her release, and after what felt like the most excruciating, tantalizing minutes of my life, she finally sat all the way down.
For a long moment, we just sat there, Chloe moaning and breathing hard as I pinned her hips in place and felt my cock jump inside her. She hugged me so perfectly, and when I helped her lift up and slide back down, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
I told her as much, cursing out the admission as she picked up the pace and started riding me in slow, rhythmic pumps. Every time she landed in my lap, her breasts rippled. Every time I flexed deeper inside her, she cried out and bowed into me. Every time I groaned, she rocked her clit against my pelvis like that sound was the key to her third orgasm of the night.
For a while, I let her move just like that, driving me wild with each maddeningly slow roll of her body. Her legs quaked around me, her eyes casting up toward the sky before they locked on my gaze.
“Do you like it? Am I… am I doing it right?”
I almost laughed.
I was two seconds away from coming before she could get hers and she wanted to know if she was doing it right?
“I fucking love it,” I told her, because I was all too happy to praise her if that’s what she needed to hear. “Watching you ride me, feeling how you hug my cock.”
She moaned, and I used the opportunity to hold fast to her hips and help her pick up the pace. She rocked against me each time she landed, and I flexed in deeper, desperate to find that spot inside her.
When she grew wild and unsteady, I knew she was close. She bucked and whined and let me take the full weight of her, let me control how fast she was bouncing in my lap. And when she came again, her walls tightening around me and her screams echoing off the glass of the pool house, I let myself follow.
I fucked her harder, faster, holding onto her so she wouldn’t fly out of my lap as I chased my release. She cried out both my name and God’s in tandem, and when the first numbing, all-consuming shock of release found me, I bit down on her shoulder, groaning out weeks of pent-up frustration and tension.
“Goddamn, Chloe,” I cursed against her skin, and I held her to me, rocking inside her over and over, deeper and deeper, like I wanted to become a permanent part of that perfect body of hers.
Her nails clawed at my back in a way I knew would leave marks, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was consumed by her. I was everything and I was nothing. All the energy in the universe existed inside me right now, inside her, and yet we were nothing at all, nonexistent and omnipresent all at once.
Somehow, at some point, my climax receded.
I felt myself slowing where I pumped inside her, sighed a bit as she felt lax in my arms. My cock twitched until it began to soften, but I kept it inside her, flexing in and out like I could catch round two if I tried.
My arms wrapped around her, pulling her against my chest, and I inhaled the sweet scent of her and nuzzled into her neck.
For a split second.
Then, I realized what I was doing and promptly released her.
Chloe flushed when I did, hiding her face behind her chaotic hair as she not-so-eloquently rolled off my lap and splayed out on the couch next to me.
We stayed like that a long moment, both of us breathing and sweating and silent.
Then, Chloe laughed.
She covered her face with her hands, giggling at first before she gave into the loudest, cutest, most addicting laugh. She peeked at me through her fingers, giggling harder when she saw my arched brow.
“I’m sorry,” she said, waving me off, and then she collapsed even more into the cushions with a sigh, her arms flopping out to the side. “It’s just… God. Is that… is that what it’s supposed to feel like?”
I frowned, blinking, racking my brain to catch up with her words.
“Uh…”
She waved me off again before I could answer, sitting up and pinning her lip between her teeth. “Okay. I… I have a little confession.”
She was still fucking giggling while I sat there like I was missing a very big piece of the puzzle.
“Um, so… don’t freak out but… that was only my second time.”
My jaw hinged open.
Surely I didn’t hear that right.
“Your… second time?” I repeated.
“Well, technically my first for whatever that magical thing you did with your mouth was,” she corrected. “Oh, and the whole dry humping thing.”
Her cheeks flamed with the words, and she hid behind her hands.
At least, until I peeled them off and pinned her with a stern look.
Did this woman just tell me that was her first time having someone go down on her?
That it was only her second time having sex?
My heart started to gallop, panic threatening to seize me by the throat.
I framed her arms in my hands and pulled her to face me straight on.
“Explain.”
