I don’t give Tess any more chances to derail this train with talk of kinks or buzzing butt plugs. I want her coming, and I want it in my mouth. It feels like my body is shaking with this hunger, like I’m a Transformer low on energon and she is my source. I need more. I need her.
Only the kitchen light is on. The soft white light pools over the back of the couch, keeping her mostly in shadow. But I can see well enough. I drop down to my elbows between her legs, using my hands to spread her thighs wide as I lower my face over her glistening pussy. Parting her lips, I expose her clit and blow a little air on it.
She shivers, goosebumps rising along her thighs as she arches her hips. “Don’t make me beg,” she whispers, such a tone of need in her voice.
I drop lower until my warm breath fans over her pussy. Sucking on my tongue, I drop a dollop of saliva onto her clit. With my finger, I rub it in, loving that it’s me making her wet.
“Ryan—god—”
Wasting no more time, I drop my mouth over her clit and suck. This angle is much easier than on my knees against the wall. I use my leverage to press her thighs open, sucking and teasing all parts of her.
Her hands grab my head, her fingers digging into my hair, and I fucking love it. I groan against her clit as I learn her, probing my tongue at her entrance.
“Yes,” she pants. “There. Fuck me. Please, please, fuck me—”
Her begging makes me feral. I plunge my tongue inside her, deep as it will go, loving the feel of her heat surrounding me, her hands holding tight to my head. Once she starts working her own hips, thrusting against my mouth, I know I’m a goner. She tastes too good, and I’ve wanted this for too long.
“I’m right fucking there,” she cries. “Put your fingers in me. Suck my clit. I’m gonna—fuuuuck, I wanna come on your hand—”
I adjust as she asks, shoving three fingers up inside her and twisting them around until I can press up and in along her vaginal wall. I tease her clit, flicking my tongue up and down, humming against her. Then three things happen at once: her hands tighten in my hair, her thighs clamp down around my face, and her pussy pulses and squeezes tight around my fingers.
“Ahhh—Ryan—” she shrieks, her body bowing forward in a half-curl as I take her orgasm from her. I tear it from her, body and soul. I claim every quivering, pulsing moment of it, drinking it in from start to finish.
As she sinks back against the cushions with a whimper, her arousal slicks my fingers, pooling a little in my palm. Like the heathen I am, I duck down, slurping her essence from my skin. She tastes like heaven—sweet and simple, like cantaloupe juice.
She’s weightless beneath me, still coming down from her high. Her hands slip away from me as she drapes them off the back of the couch. “That was good,” she says on a dreamy sigh.
I lean over top of her, lifting my wet fingers to her lips. “Here, pussy lover,” I tease. My dick twitches as I watch her smile and suck my fingers into her mouth, eagerly tasting herself. She makes a little sexy sound in her throat.
I groan, cock aching for a taste of that mouth.
She lets my fingers go with a soft little pop, a sleepy smile on her face. “That was lovely, Ryan. Thank you.”
I kiss the top of her knee.
“I think it’s your turn now, right?”
I smooth my hand down her leg. “You’re tired, Tess. It’s okay.”
She goes still, glancing down her body at me. “You don’t want it?”
“I…never said that.”
Though, this feels like a trap. Am I allowed to tell her how much I want it? I glance her way, curious to know what she’s thinking. She’s looking sedately back at me, waiting. Fuck, she’s gonna make me say it. “I…want it.”
“You want what, Ryan?”
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?”
“My dick.”
She smiles. “Glad to know we’re on the same page. Where do you want it?”
I blink at her. Is this a trick? “I…do you think I have a shoulder dick or something?”
“Are you that stressed out talking about this right now? I’m asking you where in the house do you want me to suck your dick?”
Oh god, I am such a fucking idiot. This is worse than when I called her ‘ma’am.’ She’s gonna leave. She’s gonna pack her bags and go suck Glossy Patty’s monster nob.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she soothes, and I swear to fuck she has ESP. She’s done that more than once. “Let’s try again, shall we?” she offers with a smile. Sitting up, she inches forward, her hands smoothing over my bare shoulders and down my arms. “Do you want it here on the couch? Want to be standing with me on my knees? The shower—”
“Here,” I say. “And I want you on your knees.” I blink in surprise that I said the second sentence out loud.
Her gaze warms with desire. “Yes, sir.”
Sir?
I groan, dragging both hands through my hair as she slips off the couch and slides the coffee table back a few inches. As she stands in front of me, her hands go to the zipper under her arm. “I know you’re a big fan of the dress, but it’s dry-clean only. Plus, I really like the mental image of me being naked between your knees with your dick in my mouth. Would you mind terribly?”
I just blink up at her, unmoving. She’s actually trying to kill me. I’m convinced. She’s going to use this casual dirty talk to end my life before I can come in her mouth. It has to be her master plan…if she was the kind of girl to make plans.
“I…” That’s it. That’s the best I manage.
“I’ll take that as a no,” she says with a flirty smile. “Why don’t you get more comfortable too? Lose the shoes…and whatever else too. Though I do kind of like the idea of you keeping the briefs on. There’s something so sexy about a man exposed but not undressed.”
She wants me to keep the briefs on? Done. At this point, she could ask me to wear a scuba mask and a cowboy hat, and I’d say yes.
I kick off my Sperry sneakers, my gaze locked on her as she drags down that zipper. Then she’s pulling the dress off over her head, getting lost in a sea of pink tulle before she tosses it onto the chair.
She stands in front of me in a white, strapless corset-looking bra and no fucking panties. Her little triangular thatch of soft hair points down to the pussy I just devoured. Reaching around behind herself with both hands, she arches her shoulders back, working the clasps of her bra. In moments, it clicks open, and she breathes a sigh of relief, dropping the bra to the floor.
“Whew, that first free breath always feels good,” she huffs with a little laugh.
My gaze trails down her body from her face to her full breasts, now hanging naturally, unsupported by the corset. She’s got faint red lines marring her skin at her ribs and above her hips. I reach out on impulse, my fingers tracing delicately over the red mark above her left hip.
“They fade quickly,” she says, brushing her fingers through my hair.
“I don’t want this skin marked.” Then I glance up, holding her gaze. “I don’t want you hurt. Ever.”
There’s a softness in her gaze. “You would never hurt me, Ryan.”
I swallow the emotion in my throat. “It’s important to me that you know that.”
“I do.”
I pull her to me as I stand. Then we’re kissing again. I think, at this point, we should just always be kissing. Friends who kiss. And fuck. And maybe keep living together.
Her tongue dances with mine as she works loose the button of my jeans. I cup her breasts, loving the feel of her hard nipples grazing my palms. She tugs down the zipper, and then her fingers are wiggling their way inside the top of my boxer briefs. I brace for impact, heart stopping as she slips her hand down, cupping my hard dick.
She hums another one of those impossibly sexy sounds against my lips as her fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking me from root to tip. She sucks on my bottom lip as she pulls away, leaving me breathless as all my senses now focus on her hand.
“You kidding me with this, puppy?” she teases. “Please tell me you know how to use this masterpiece to ruin a woman.”
“I think so,” I manage to say, my brain still buffering.
She smiles up at me, her thumb brushing over the tip of my dick, spreading my precum.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She smiles up at me. “This game has only one rule, remember? Feeling good. Let me make you feel so good, Ryan. I want to taste you…please you—”
I silence her with my mouth. It’s the only option. She has to stop talking before I lose all control, drag her to this floor, and fuck her to pieces. She twists me up with a look and spins me out with a smile. I’m fucking mad for this woman.
Before now, sex has always been procedural for me. I have urges, and I satisfy them. I want the women I’m with to feel good. I want it to be fun for both of us. I want us both satisfied. But mainly I just want the screaming urge to ease so I can refocus on my game.
Control at all times. Body and mind.
With Tess in my arms, I’m quickly losing that control. I want to lose control. Sex with her doesn’t feel biological. It doesn’t feel like satisfying urges. It feels fucking spiritual. We’re connected somehow. She reads me. I think she sees me, sees what I’m hiding. She knows I’m curious, knows I want more. Would she let me have it? Would she let me explore all it means to worship her?
She gives my jeans a sharp tug, so they drop down my thighs. The left side catches on my knee brace. Breaking our kiss, she drops her head down, kissing my chest, her hands smoothing over my hips and around to my lower back. She has her way, kissing down my body until she drops to one knee, her face right in front of my tented boxer briefs.
But her attention isn’t on my dick. She focuses lower, gently sliding my jeans down from around my knee brace. Ducking down, she brushes a little kiss to my exposed thigh right at the top of the brace.
From her knees, she looks up at me. “Why don’t you sit down? Get comfortable.”
I step out of my jeans and sit on the couch, my gaze locked on her as she inches forward, spreading my legs. She settles herself between them, her gentle hands brushing up my thighs.
“Take your dick out, Ryan. Show me how you like to touch yourself. Let me watch you play.”
I’m breathless, aching for her attention, as I drop my hands to my briefs and tug them down my thighs, freeing my dick.
Her heated gaze takes me in, trailing from my bunched-up briefs to my dick, up my chest to my face. “You look like a king,” she says, the want shining in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful like this, you have no idea.”
“Keep talking to me like that, and this will be over before it begins,” I warn.
She smiles. “Do you like praise, puppy?” Her hands dance over my thighs as she teases me, alternating between the soft pads of her fingertips and the sharp glide of her nails. “I think you could be perfect for me,” she goes on. “Such a sweet, good boy. I think you like when I talk to you. You like when I narrate my thoughts out loud. Do you want to know what I’m thinking right now?”
I swallow. “Will I survive it?”
She drops her head to press kisses along my inner thigh. “I’m thinking about how beautiful you looked with your face buried in my cunt. There’s nothing more powerful than a man on his knees, drawing forth the pleasure of his partner.” As she talks, she smooths her hand up my right thigh, stopping just before she gets to my dick. “I told you to touch yourself,” she says, her tone firm. “I want to watch you fuck your hand.”
My hands are currently splayed on either side of me, bracing against the couch cushions like I’m readying for an earthquake. My right hand moves robotically, wrapping around my dick and I stroke myself, my eyes locked on her.
“Look at you.” She watches my hand stroke up and down. “How does it feel?”
“Like my hand is rough,” I reply through clenched teeth.
She leans over me, pressing between my legs until her face is floating above my dick. All I see is a sea of red curls. I flinch as I feel a cool drop of something touch the top of my dick.
“Work it in,” she says. “I want you wet.”
I stroke up my dick and groan, my head sinking back against the couch as I work her saliva over my tip. My entire body is firing with the need to come.
Not yet. Too soon. I need to last. Control.
She does it twice more and pretty soon my dick is slick with her saliva from root to tip. She sits back, watching me work myself, her gaze taking all of me in as she looks from my face to my chest, my dick, my arms. Every moment she watches, I feel my desperation mounting.
“Are you aching yet?” Those hazel eyes watch me lose control.
“Yes,” I grit out.
“Do you want my mouth, Ryan?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it fast or slow?” she teases, using my words.
“Both.”
“Will you help me hold my hair back? I don’t mind if you get a little rough,” she adds. “If I need up for air, I’ll tap your leg twice, okay?”
Holy fuck. Up for air?
Both her hands go into her hair as she works her fingers through the curls, pulling it up to the top of her head. The movement puts her full breasts on display, her perky nipples pointed right at me. If I’m a king, she’s a fucking queen. She oozes confidence. She knows exactly what she wants, and I’m going to let her have it.
She holds her hair up with one hand, pressing in between my legs until her knees hit the base of the couch. She taps my hip with her free hand, and I shift down a little, reclining back against the cushions. “Take my hair, Ryan,” she directs.
My left hand sweeps up to wrap around hers at her crown. She slips her hand out and now it’s me holding her hair back so she can choke on my dick. It twitches in desperation, ready for her. Her hands smooth up my thighs one more time, and then she’s holding me at the base, her tongue teasing my tip. I groan, eyes shut tight, as her wet mouth sucks on my tip. I know this is just a tease. She’s barely getting started. I mutter a curse as she takes a little more of me into her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Both my hands are in her hair now, bracing her head as she bobs. She sucks and teases, fluttering her tongue.
“Mmm…” She hums against my tip, and I feel the vibrations shooting straight through me to my spine. “You taste good. I want you to give me more. Give me everything. I’m swallowing.”
Oh my fucking god, she has to stop talking.
Also, she better never fucking stop.
Both.
Neither.
I can’t fucking think—
“Let go,” she murmurs. “I feel you holding on so tight.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, echoing her words from earlier, my hands soft in her hair.
She pulls back, glancing up at me. “You won’t. I refuse to succumb to death by dick. But I love the thrill of being used. Now, fuck my mouth the way you’re dying to, and come down my throat.”
“Fuck.” My hands tighten in her hair. “Suck it. Put it in your mouth. No more fucking talking.”
With an eager smile, she does as she’s told, and the dopamine hit of her obedience has me feeling high. She wraps her mouth around me and sinks down, finally giving me more than a little teasing suck. I shift my hips, inching forward so I have better leverage. My hands move with her head, fingers digging into her curls, as she bobs up and down.
Desperate to give her more, I give a little practice press of my hips, moving against her mouth. She groans her approval, her hands smoothing over my hips. I do it again, my brain scrambling as the only sound that fills the room is her humming and moaning as she sucks.
“Feels so fucking good,” I pant, my hips moving in time with her. “Baby, I want more. Can I—god—I want—”
She drops her face lower, her nose all but brushing my trimmed pubes as my whole body is flooded with the sensation of my dick tapping the back of her throat. I can’t breathe as she gags herself on my length and my tip is squeezed in her throat.
“Oh fuck—fuck—” I cry out, my hands tightening in her hair.
She lifts up, panting for air as her saliva coats me from tip to root.
“Again,” I beg. “Do it again—please—”
She does, and I ride with her this time, my hands ready as I grip and pull, thrusting with my hips until it’s me doing the work, tapping the back of her throat with my dick until she gags and pulls back.
“Fuck, Ryan,” she whimpers, wiping her mouth as she glances up at me. Her eyes are watering, her mascara is smeared, and she looks like my every fantasy. “I’m so close,” she says up at me. My left hand is still holding her hair, though several of the curls have come loose, framing her freckled face. “I’m gonna work my clit and go again and we’ll come together, yeah?”
I nod. It’s all I can manage. I certainly can’t manage words right now. I don’t think I’ve ever come with a woman at the same time before. It’s always just been her then me. I’m on fire with the need to see this through. I feel like I’ll hold mine off for a lifetime if it means we come together.
She drops her hand down between her legs, fingering herself. I can’t see anything with the angle of the couch, but in moments, she opens her eyes, her chest flushed as she lifts her fingers. I look down at them, seeing how they glisten.
“See what you do to me?”
“Give it to me,” I order, my voice low as I tug on her hair.
She leans forward, holding up her fingers for me to taste.
I suck her fingers into my mouth, savoring her sweetness. I let her go, and she drops her hand to my thigh. “Come with me,” I pant, reeling her in closer. “My queen, my fucking goddess. Claim me. Take everything.”
She smiles, slipping her hand back between her legs. She sucks in a sharp little breath, and I know she’s just fingered herself. It’s so fucking hot.
“Get on my dick,” I say, pulling her forward by her hair. “Baby, I need to come. Don’t stop ‘til I come.”
She keeps one hand on her clit and the other wraps around my base, holding me in place as she sinks her mouth back on me. That moment of connection, her tongue pulsing along my shaft as she takes me deep, has me seeing stars. I grip her hair with both hands, watching every second of her swallowing me.
“I’m so fucking close. Tell me you’re close. Come with me. Please—Tess—come with me, baby—”
She moans around my dick, the sound making the sweetest vibrations that I feel all over my body. I watch the movement of her arm, her fingers rubbing hard over her clit. She’s claiming that friction she says she craves.
She pops off my dick, panting for air as she cries out. “Ohmygod—I’m right there—ah—”
I silence her cry, pulling her back onto me. I brace my shaft with one hand and guide her head with the other, arching up with my hips as I gag her, coming down her throat. I cry out, too, head tipping back as my hips shake. I feel like I’m bursting open, like everything that is me is leaving me through my dick. I’m giving it to her. She’s taking it. Both. Everything.
Her body rocks against mine as she rides out her own orgasm. We share a moment of connection as we release, two people becoming one. It’s unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m utterly spent, and yet I never want to stop. It’s fucking cosmic.
After a moment, I sink back against the cushions, my body humming, as my hands loosen in her hair. I lift her off me and she’s breathing deep through her nose, swallowing what I gave her. Her body is unsteady as she sinks down in a heap at my feet, her face resting on my inner thigh.
I let go of her hair, and it flops over my right knee. I pet her with smooth strokes. I feel like I just finished a game with three OTs. I’m light as a feather and heavy as stone. I don’t think I could stand right now if I tried.
Her hands slip around my calves as she holds onto me. She sits at my feet, entangled in my legs, saying nothing. We’re beyond words in this moment. I know she feels it too.
I gaze down at her, this rare beauty. Her makeup is smudged, and her freckled cheeks are flushed. I know if I taste her right now, she’ll taste like me.
Before either of us can speak, there’s a soft buzzing on the floor. Someone is calling.
She sits up as she looks around, her eyes still glassy.
“It’s your phone,” I say, too relaxed to move.
“My phone?”
“In my pocket.”
She digs in the pocket of my discarded jeans and takes out her little prepaid cellphone. Glancing up at me, she puts a finger to her lips, her meaning obvious.
I’m not here.
She puts the phone to her ear. “Hey, Rach, what’s up?” she says, her tone falsely bright. “Kinda late for a phone call. I—” She goes still, her gaze shooting up to me as her eyes go wide.
I sit forward, immediately on alert. Something’s wrong. I watch as her blissed-out smile falls, replaced with confusion, then horror.
She scrambles naked to her feet. “Ohmygod, what?”
