His Wicked Mouth

by Jessica Mills

  “If you are sure,” Annabelle said, but she was already walking Bridget to the door.

  Bridget looked back to me, and behind her, Annabelle had grabbed Bridget’s jacket and keys off the wall where they hung.

  “Bye, Garrett,” Bridget said, smiling and waving. There was a sparkle in her eye that told me she was excited to hear the story about what happened when she saw Annabelle the next day. I privately wondered what that story would be myself.

  “Bye, Bridget,” I said, and she turned to give Annabelle a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug. She seemed to be saying something to her really low, but I couldn’t make out what it was. Then, she turned one final time, waved, said goodbye, and left.

  When her car had started and she had pulled away, Annabelle closed the door behind her and turned to me. “Take a seat. I’ll grab us some drinks.”

  I gathered up the blankets that Bridget left and tossed them over to the chair, settling into the couch across from the TV. Not only was it the best view for the slasher film that was surprisingly playing on the screen, but it meant that when Annabelle came back, she would be forced to sit close to me. Not that I thought she would complain.

  Annabelle returned, carrying a new bottle of wine and two glasses. They were both huge, and I laughed when I saw them. She looked at me quizzically and then back to the glasses before realizing the absurdity of the glasses. She turned them both and I saw that they read, “Bridesmaid.”

  “Ahh,” I said.

  “Yeah, me and Bridget got them in Vegas, and since I so rarely drink wine, they are the only ones I have. Bridget actually brought the wine over.”

  “I’ll replace it for her,” I said, smiling as she poured both enormous glasses nearly to the brim. Clearly, she wasn’t used to drinking wine, and I was curious to see how she reacted to it.

  Annabelle then turned off the overhead light, leaving only one soft yellow light in the corner of the room. The darkness was more intimate, and Annabelle shook off her shoes to curl up beside me. Another blanket was draped over the back of the couch, and she pulled it over us.

  “What are we watching?” she asked.

  “Some slasher movie Bridget was watching,” I said.

  “What if I get scared?” she said, and I turned to look at her. She took a big sip of her wine and grinned.

  “I guess you’ll just have to cuddle up close. I will keep you safe.”

  “Speaking of staying safe,” she said as I took a deep drink. It was surprisingly good wine. “I worry about you leaving here late, especially after drinking some wine with me. What if Roy Hayes stops you again and gives you a hard time?”

  I laughed. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Roy Hayes.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I could handle him in my sleep,” I said.

  She giggled and took another sip before curling up in my arm, tucking her feet into the couch and covering them with the blanket.

  “I seriously doubt that,” she said teasingly.

  “Hey,” I said, lifting her chin to me.

  A moment of anticipation built up in the room like electricity. Then I leaned in and kissed her deeply. My tongue slid into her mouth, and I tasted the red wine on her. We stayed that way, our embrace keeping us together for some time, and then I pulled back. Her eyes remained closed for a moment.

  “Do you really think that?” I asked.

  “I think you could handle just about anything,” she said.

  “Much better.” I pulled her close to kiss her again, and she settled into my chest, sighing.

  We watched television for a little while, and I removed my shoes and curled up on the couch with her. She moved so she settled between my legs and lay on my chest. It was comfortable and warm, but we couldn’t keep from touching one another more. It wasn’t enough that her breasts pressed into my stomach or that her hot breath blew across my chest where the buttons were open on my flannel shirt. I still traced my hand along her back, drawn to the center and down, just to the crack of her ass.

  Annabelle was returning the touch, occasionally drifting her hand along my thigh, going from my knee up until it rested just inches from my uncomfortably hard cock. I knew she could feel it pressing into her stomach as she lay on me, and she seemed to be teasing me with each movement of her hand, making me twitch underneath her.

  When I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned my head to her and pulled her chin to look at me. I wasted no time, planting another kiss on her lips, only this one more passionate, more intense than the last. This wasn’t a languid kiss of contentment. This was a purposeful kiss. One meant to start something. It worked.

  She whimpered as she moved on my chest, pulling herself up so my hands, which roamed across her back, could reach for the hem of her shirt. I pulled, and she let it come up, breaking our embrace to let it slide over her head. I tossed it to the floor beside us and reached for her bra. Unsnapping it, I let her pull it off before kissing her again.

  I filled my hands with her heavy perfect breasts, letting my palms brush her nipples and kneading into the soft roundness of them. She broke our kiss and began to trail kisses down my neck. I lay back as she reached my chest. Working with a desperation that I had never seen in her, she unbuttoned my shirt and flung it open to reveal my chest and stomach. She let her lips guide her down, her tongue occasionally flicking out to slide through the ridges until she reached my pants.

  I shifted as she unbuttoned me, and I heard her gasping giggle when she reached inside the zipper and wrapped her hand around my cock. Pulling it through the opening, she pulled down my boxers and it rose from below. For a moment, her face was hidden as she stroked me and looked at it from the same level before arching up to put her lips on the head.

  The softness of her lips, still warm and wet with wine, was overwhelming and I let my eyes close for only a moment to focus myself. I wanted to watch her beautiful face as she wrapped those lips around my manhood and sank down, bringing me as deep into her throat as she dared to go. The little choking, whimpering sound she made as it reached the back of her throat sent a shiver through me and I looked down to see her sparkling eyes looking back at me.

  Chapter 32

  Annabelle

  I loved hearing him groan like that. I took his cock as deep into my throat as I could and I felt his legs tense below me, my nipples brushing against his thick, strong thigh muscles. I placed one hand on either thigh, using only my mouth to please him, and he watched me. Knowing his eyes were following my every move, worshiping me in his gaze as I gave myself to him, made me wet between the thighs and emboldened me to take him deeper, faster.

  Increasing my speed, I let my eyes drift closed and focused on running my tongue from side to side underneath him. He mumbled out words that were unintelligible as I reduced him to a quivering mess. The power I had, the control of being able to make him weak like that, was intoxicating. He was as much mine in that moment as I was his.

  His thick rod pulsed as it extended as long as it could, and I moved my hand back around it to stroke him, the other dipping below and massaging his balls. One of his hands slid around the back of my head, filling with my hair but not applying any pressure. It was as if he just wanted to touch me more than control me. I was fine with that. I took him from my mouth and ran my tongue along the side, making him slick.

  I stood, intending to remove the rest of my clothes and slide him inside me, but as I did, he sat up. His fingers worked quickly to remove my pants, and soon, I was naked in front of him. His lips kissed my belly and then he lay back, beckoning me to him. Rather than mounting him and letting his cock fill me, he pulled my legs so that I straddled his face. He pulled me until his tongue could sweep through my folds and I cried out at his touch.

  Garrett was seemingly done with me being in control, or at least total control. I was game for whatever he wanted. The tension between us had been thick all day, and the wine had loosened my inhibitions. I swiveled my hips a little as he let his tongue fi
nd my clit. When it began to sweep over it, encouraging it from its hood, I curled down over him. I needed him inside me as he touched me that way.

  Grabbing his cock with my hand, I stroked him into my mouth as he played with my clit. My body was responding, and I felt like I couldn’t think or move, but his hand slipped down again, filling with my hair and this time guiding me up and down over him. I followed his instruction and took him deeply into my mouth from that position, letting him pleasure me as I pleasured him.

  Soon, I felt like I was on the brink of a powerful orgasm, and I didn’t have the time to stop him. It rushed over me in an instant, and I pulled myself up to a sitting position, pressing my hips down over him as his arms wrapped around my thighs and his tongue tantalized my clit. I shook as the orgasm took control, my voice crying out and my hands sliding up to squeeze my own nipples.

  The wave crashed over me, and as it did, I pulled myself down his body, needing him inside me. I didn’t waste time teasing him but placed myself over his cock, and he grabbed me by the hips. I tried to steel myself, ready my body for his enormous cock, but before I could, he pulled me down onto him. I sank over him, and he drove deeply inside me, which caused my orgasm to reach an even higher plane, and control of my body evaporated.

  My eyes were rolled back, and my legs had gone limp. Garrett’s strong hands clasped over my hips, lifting me and bringing me down hard on his cock, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me as I stretched to accommodate him. My pussy was soaking and ready, but he was so large it needed time to adjust. Finally, he pulled me down deep so his hips ground into the bottom of my ass, and he held me there until I gained control of my arms again.

  I leaned forward, clasping the arm of the couch, and began to rock slowly on top of him. I looked over my shoulder to see his concentrated gaze on my ass as I rode him. His hands moved to slide across my back, and I felt overwhelmed by his attention. It was like he wanted to memorize every inch of my skin, to replay the moment again in his mind later. I knew I would at any rate.

  After a few minutes of gentle rocking, he sat up, and I leaned forward, laying my chest on the arm of the couch. I grasped onto the fabric as best I could as he positioned himself behind me and thrust into me deeply. His thick, full cock pounded into me from behind, and I let myself give over complete control to him. One of his hands was clasped on my shoulder and the other was on my hip as he pulled me into him and he fucked me hard.

  Yelps of pleasure escaped me with each thrust. He increased his speed to a dizzying pace, and I cried out as another intense and surprising orgasm took control. I felt myself shaking uncontrollably, my toes curling and my fingers yanking at the fabric of the couch as he slammed into me relentlessly. I reached behind me, grasping at his ass and holding him in me as I rode the cyclone of an earth-shattering orgasm.

  He took a breath and pulled out of me, making me whimper in a way I didn’t expect to do. I wanted him in me, but I needed a breath as well. He picked up his glass of wine and took a deep sip before tilting it to my lips. I took some into my mouth, but a little fell from the corner and dripped down my chin. Garrett held me by the side of my head and licked the drop off me in a motion so incredibly sexy, I felt like I could tackle him to get him inside of me again.

  Instead, I stood, and he tipped the glass again, this time on my chest, and little rivulets of the wine ran down, collecting on the tip of my nipple. His tongue swept it all up, suckling on me and taking all the wine into his mouth as I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation. He repeated the motion on the other side, and I felt sticky and wet but absolutely on fire for him.

  “Bedroom,” I whispered hoarsely.

  He nodded and held out a hand. I took it and we made our way to my bedroom, his pants finally coming completely off along the way. When we made it to my room, we were both naked, and I was carrying the wine glass. I shoved him playfully in the center of his chest and he sat down on the bed.

  I knelt in front of him and pulled the glass up until his cock dipped inside it. I covered it in the wine and then brought it back out again. Taking it into my mouth brought a mixture of tastes, both of him, myself, and the dark red wine. It was the most intoxicating and intensely erotic taste I had ever had, and I plunged my mouth down on him, taking him into my throat, letting my tongue sweep around him until I had it all.

  As I came back up, he pulled me gently by the chin until I stood. Then one leg at a time, he pulled me to him so I straddled him, taking him inside my waiting pussy once more. I controlled the motion, rocking my hips back and forth, and as I did, I spilled the wine on my chest again. Garrett ran his tongue over me, not missing a drop and not letting an inch of my chest stay dry.

  I downed the rest of the wine and placed the glass on the nightstand next to the bed, then focused on riding him harder, faster than before. He wrapped his arms around me, crossing them at my back and his hands filling with my ass cheeks. I loved the way his fingers dug into me as he slowly began to control me, guiding my movements.

  After a few moments, he couldn’t take it anymore and lifted me. For a few moments, I hovered in midair, his strong grip holding me in place as he fucked me while holding me aloft. I felt weightless and small but protected by his mighty hands and pleasured by his incredible cock. Then he gently laid me on the bed on my back and lifted my legs so my feet sat on his shoulders.

  His rhythm slowed to a crawl as he thrust deeply, almost to the level that it hurt. My toes curled as the overload of sensations began to take control again. I knew when he sped up again, I would have no ability to stop the coming climax that would happen. My body tingled with his touch, with his lips and tongue leaving memories all over my body. I felt the attention he was paying me in a way I had never experienced before, like the sun bearing down on me on a hot day.

  Our bodies were covered in sweat and sex and wine. He curled my legs up until my knees were touching my shoulders, folding me like paper, as he pounded into me. With each thrust, I cried out and he groaned deeper. The rumbling in his chest was undeniable. He was getting closer too, and I longed to feel him come. I wanted to know my body caused his to explode in ecstasy. I was driven by it.

  “Fuck me harder, faster,” I said, and a growl came from deep in his chest.

  His fingers dug into the skin of my hips as he took total control of me, holding me down and in place for him as he began to slam into me faster and harder than before. I pulled on his neck, bringing his face to mine, our foreheads touching, hair wet with sweat falling in our eyes. His hips continued to move, picking up speed and intensity until I thought he might break me in half.

  I kissed him, our lips connecting between my ankles as they stretched until my toes were touching the sheet of the bed below me. I was entirely folded for him. To give him pleasure the way his body gave me. His eyes widened, and the growl got deeper, louder. His speed increased and I knew he was getting close.

  Briefly, I thought of pulling him out, letting him cover me with his essence, but instead, I pulled him tighter, deeper into me. I needed his release as much as I needed my own. I needed to feel him come.

  One of my hands slid down to touch my clit, and with just a few swirls, the wave crashed over me. I cried out, and my pussy pulsed, sending him into a violent, bucking orgasm. He came hard, and I held him there, pulling him into me until my body had taken all of him and he was empty. He collapsed on top of me, our lips finding each other again. I squeezed his ass and pulled him deeper and he obliged, sending another shiver through me as the aftershocks of another incredible climax rolled through me, making my legs twitch and my breath hitch.

  Then, both of us satisfied and happy, we pulled ourselves up to the pillows, only needing the sheet to cover us, and curled into one another in the darkness.

  Chapter 33

  Garrett

  I woke up to the dawn of a new day and suddenly realized I wasn’t in my own bed. Not only was I not in my own bed, but I was naked in someone else’s bed, and I could smell
bacon.

  All in all, not the worst way I had ever woken up.

  The events of the night began to flow back into my mind, and I realized it must be very early in the morning. Annabelle was known for being an early riser, due to her work on the farm if nothing else, and while I had gotten quite used to rolling out of bed around noon while in Vegas, years of ranch work meant that as soon as I got home, the old habits of getting up before the sun were starting to kick in.

  Considering Annabelle and I had tumbled into an exhausted, satisfied sleep somewhere around nine in the evening, I figured I probably had plenty of sleep. I got up, realized I was a bit sticky from the wine the night before, and made my way to the bathroom. The smells coming from the kitchen were fantastic, and I glanced at a clock as I got out of the bathroom after scrubbing myself down in the sink. It wasn’t even seven yet.

  I shook my head at how early it was and how I probably needed to get used to it again, and I let my nose lead me to the door. I peeked out as I put on my boxers and jeans, but it was a little warm in the house, so I forewent the shirt. I had a feeling Annabelle wouldn’t mind much. As I shook my legs into the jeans, I opened the door all the way and walked out into the hallway.

  I could see into the kitchen from my vantage point, and Annabelle was across from me, her back toward me as she cooked something on the stove. And danced. Her cute ass was shaking from side to side as she sang to herself. It helped that she was only wearing a long T-shirt and slippers, so she was a combination of adorable and incredibly sexy. I could tell she hadn’t bothered to put on her panties either as she bent over to check something in the oven. My cock instantly twitched into action and I had to breathe deeply to keep from rushing in and mounting her right then.

  “Morning,” I said from the archway.