by Fields, MJ
Through my moans and the feel of his breath against my skin, I barely hear the snap, but I feel the tug as my panties are being pulled from between my legs.
Kissing down my body, he looks up at me, and those steel-blue eyes are nearly black. The heat in them no doubt mirrors the heat inside me—molten lava.
When he dips his tongue into my belly button, I feel a jolt of electricity throughout my body, further heating my core.
“Dammit, Tanner.”
He smirks and rubs his chin across my pelvic bone, his eyes hooded as he then inhales deeply, running his nose against my bare, sensitive flesh. “Your cunt smells fucking delicious, Doc.” He nips at my lip then sucks.
“Not necessary … Oh God,” I moan, struggling to keep my eyes open from the pleasure.
He narrows his eyes in some sort of warning as he wraps his arms around my outer thighs then grips my inner thighs, pulling my legs apart. His mouth is everywhere, his tongue deep inside me as he pulls me tight against his face.
“Oh, oh, oh …” I grip the edge of the countertop and hold on as wave after wave crashes against my core.
He doesn’t stop, and when I try to pull back, he holds me tighter, as his pleasurable assault accelerates.
When he flicks his tongue over my clit then sucks, I cover my mouth with both hands and cry into them as my orgasm rips through me. Panting and trembling from the inside out, I fight to regain control as he slowly laps up and down my flesh, a welcome reprieve from the intensity of moments ago.
“Poetry,” I whisper.
When I realize I’d said it out loud, I glance down and see confusion in his eyes, yet he doesn’t stop licking my flesh.
“Your tongue, your mouth, the way you use them to give is poetic.”
I feel him lightly nip at my pussy, and then he pulls back and releases. Kissing my inner thigh next, he says, “That wasn’t a poem; just a verse.”
His eyes lock on mine as he stands straight, pushing one hand under my ass and sweeping the other beneath my back, lifting me up.
“Your pussy tastes divine. Taste how good you are.” He kisses me, running his tongue along my lips, seeking entrance into my mouth.
I hold the sides of his face, sucking on his tongue, tasting myself, desperately wanting to taste him. My body aches to rub against his.
When he carries me up the stairs, I feel weightless, something I’ve never felt before. I link my fingers behind his neck and continue kissing him. But then he wraps his lips around mine and nips at my lower lip, causing me to stop my assault on his mouth.
“Unless you want to get fucked on the stairs, you need to be more patient.”
“The stairs would work,” I say, leaning in and licking the vein along his neck.
His room is pitch-black as he lays me atop his bed.
I reach for him, but he quickly moves back, whispering, “Patience.”
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see him turn his back to me. He reaches into his pocket then puts something in his mouth. A split-second later, I see his jeans fall to the floor, his ass on full display. Then I hear the rip of a foiled packet and watch in the moonlight as his muscles work in unison while he sheaths himself.
“I’d like to return the favor.”
He turns and steps toward me. In the darkness, I can’t see the part of him my body aches for most, but when he bends down, covering my mouth with his, pushing me to my back, I no longer care what part of himself he gives me. I’d take any piece he offered.
He takes my hands and lifts them above my head, holding them together in one of his as he settles a knee between my legs. Kissing my neck, a feral growl escapes his chest as he moves his head down and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks it harshly then lets it pop out of his mouth.
Looking up at him in the darkness, I wonder why he stopped, but then I feel cold steel around my wrists before I hear a click.
“Did you just handcuff me?”
“You’ll need to be for what I have planned.” My other wrist is now cuffed but not together. Then, taking one hand at a time, he lifts them and attaches them to the headboard behind me.
“You’re going to be missing out on what I have planned if you don’t undo these things.” I inhale sharply when he consumes my breast again. Then I feel his fingers slide between my folds, first one and then another. I whimper as he slides them in and out of me slowly at first, then faster, harder, still sucking on my breasts.
When I feel a third finger rubbing the outside of my ass, I feel dizzy, nervous, anxious … excited.
He is everywhere, all-consuming, silently demanding my full attention, and I am his captive audience.
“Your pussy is so wet.” He hovers over me now, rubbing his cock against my opening. “So tight. I’m going to fuck you now, Doc.” Before I can respond, he grabs my hips and pushes slowly into me, stretching me wider and wider. “I’m going to make you come until you think you can’t come anymore. Then I’m going to make you come again.”
He slams into me, and I cry out, but he covers my mouth with his, capturing my cry of pain and pleasure.
When he pulls away from the kiss, I feel like I can’t inhale, like I’m so full of air that there is no room for any more. But it’s not from the lack of oxygen. It’s … him.
He stills and pushes the hair from my face. “Breathe, Doc.”
“What the hell is—”
He rotates his hips, looking at me with amusement. “My guess is it’s your cervix.”
“I’d laugh, but I may pass out. I’d hit you, but I’m cuffed.”
“You’d have run the minute you saw me.”
“It’s not that big.” I roll my eyes.
His eyes widen, and then he looks at me in a devious manner. “I like the eye-rolling almost as much as I like filling that sweet little cunt of yours with my not-so-big cock. Let’s try that again, shall we?” He pulls back until he’s almost completely out of me then slams into me harder.
Instinctively, I yank at the handcuffs, but there’s nothing I can do.
He hits the bedside light, temporarily blinding me.
Raising my hips, I blink and see him on his knees, now staring at our connection, bottom lip between his teeth, nostrils flaring, jaw twitching.
“Your pussy is beautiful, Doc. Grade A. I don’t know if I wanna keep fucking it or go back for seconds.”
Before I have the chance to reply, he slams into me again and again and again, relentlessly. I pull against the restraints, wanting to touch him.
Within minutes, any amount of discomfort diminishes, and my body is pulsating with pleasures unfamiliar to me. There isn’t a cell not being affected by his touch. Not one molecule inside me is unscathed by his massive size. There isn’t one look on his face that doesn’t tell me he isn’t feeling the same.
Ecstasy. Pure and unadulterated ecstasy.
I come easily and thoughtlessly. I do it again, harder this time. I know so because my thighs are wet. The third time, and I am limp.
“Tanner,” I whimper, needing a reprieve.
He groans and pants out, “I want one more. Then I’ll take mine.” He leans forward, pushing farther into me as he reaches into his nightstand drawer.
I close my eyes as the bed shifts, and then I feel the handcuffs being removed.
I pull my arms down, rubbing my wrists, and then he kisses them.
“I want you to feel the way I do,” I whisper.
“And how’s that?” he asks, looking between my eyes.
“Totally undone.”
He licks his lips and looks me over. “You’re not totally undone yet, Doc. You’re still able to move your lips.”
I force myself to move quickly before he can stop me.
Sitting up, I push him onto his back, with him still inside me as I straddle him.
The side of his lips curve up slightly. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No.” A little.
“Take your time, Doc. Go easy. But understand, I will
top you from the bottom.”
Unwilling to allow that, I grab his wrists and pull his hands from my hips. Then I lean forward and pin them to the bed. “I wouldn’t count on that.”
His smile widens. It’s not cocky; it’s confidence. I know the difference, and much prefer the latter.
“What?” He thrusts his hips upward, causing me to gasp.
“If I told you what I was thinking, it could be a problem for you.”
He effortlessly pulls his hands away from mine and reaches up, cupping my breasts from underneath and pushing me up so I’m sitting. “I don’t want problems, Doc. What I do want is to see you riding my cock.”
I moan at his candid honesty, and then I begin to rotate my hips in a circle, sinking slowly down on him.
“You look like you’re dancing, but in a middle school girl way. I want you to ride me hard, Doc. But if you can’t, then I’ll gladly bend you over and be the best back seat driver you’ve ever had the pleasure of”—he lifts his chin and hides a smirk—“being driven by.”
I rock forward and back slowly, allowing myself to become accustomed to him at this angle.
“Fuck yes.” He pinches my nipples.
Both his words and actions cause me to move faster.
He thrusts upward, and I plant my hands on his abs.
“You’re obstructing my view of your swollen pussy. Put your hands on my legs behind you and ride, Doc.”
Leaning back, I watch his eyes stay glued to mine while he continues to knead my tits as I move back and forth.
And his eyes stay on mine until he does what he promised … He topped me from below.
5
In Too Deep
Titan
I would like to think the feeling of warmth spreading through me is as simple as the need to come, or that I’m never face to face with the women I fuck … or that I don’t eat pussy for my own satisfaction … or kiss … or talk when I fuck, but I’ve always called a spade a spade, and right now, I know the truth. It’s her. It’s Doc. It’s her beauty. It’s her pussy that’s as addicting as crack to a junkie or coffee in the morning while reading three papers.
Watching as she rides me, even though I know damn well she’s spent, tells me two things: she’s determined as hell and confident.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I tell her, groaning as I grip her hips, thrusting deeply into her. Then I sit up and grab the back of her neck, crashing my lips to hers as I flip her onto her back. She gasps into my mouth.
Breath to breath, mouth to mouth, eye to eye, moan to moan, we meet each other thrust for thrust. The way she looks when she is about to come, the smell of her—of us—the sound of our bodies moving against one another, the feeling of her heat around my cock, and the taste of her mouth … I’m entirely fucking besotted.
“Gonna come,” I hiss, leaning down to bury my head in her neck.
She captures my face, her eyes holding mine as she pleads, “With me.”
I sense her pussy contract around me and feel my release moving through me like I’ve never experienced before. It starts in my fucking feet. My legs are tingling, my balls are on fire, and my cock is so hard and still swelling that, when she cries out, I can’t hold back.
Cum shoots out of me with a force I’ve never felt before. I lie on her, basking in her scent and this feeling, as she runs her fingers up and down my tired muscles.
When I’m spent, I force myself to push off her, but she holds me in place, whispering, “Not yet, please.”
* * *
I wake, her nails digging into my abs. She appears to be having a dream—her chest rising and falling, small whimpers escaping her. I wonder if she’s dreaming of me.
I look at the clock, seeing it’s nearly three in the morning.
“Dammit.” I roll from my side to my back and feel my still sheathed cock slap my thigh. What the fuck?
Pulling off the condom and tossing it on the nightstand, I shake myself awake. I didn’t even drink that much. And although last night was intense, I didn’t exert enough energy that I would fall asleep, for fuck’s sake.
I look down at her upturned face, her head still resting on my arm and her body curled into mine. She is naturally fucking beautiful; her scent even more alluring, mixed with the essence of last night’s activities.
“Christ, Doc, you’re something to behold,” I whisper.
“What time is it?” she murmurs, shocking me.
“Three.”
Her long, black lashes start to flutter, and as soon as they are open, she squints, trying to block out the light that was left on.
“Too bright?”
She nods once and inhales deeply before sitting up and stretching her arms over her head.
Sexy. The way her back tapers, leading down to meet the curves of her hips and ass. I lick my lips. So sexy. The way her hair falls down mid-back when it’s normally in a ponytail or bun. I want to wrap it around my hand and pull. That’s sexy as hell, too.
“Lieutenant,” she says, and I stop my perusal, meeting green eyes, a smirk, and an arched brow. Busted. “Thanks for last night.”
“My pleasure.” I clasp my itching hands behind my head before they end up on her.
“Tell me, what was the part I’ll never forget?”
I look at her in confusion.
She turns to me, tits on full display, and it pleases the fuck out of me to see how much I obviously appreciated them.
“You said a gentleman never tells, but whoever’s on the receiving end never forgets. Which part is it that I’ll never forget?”
I look her slowly up and down. “You tell me.”
“Oral?”
I shake my head.
“The fact that you’re a bit above average?”
I can’t hold back my chuckle.
She closes her eyes, and fuck, that reminds me of how good it felt being deep inside her.
“You’re a medical doctor; a little above average is a seven or eight. My cock is a nine limp,” I joke. “But that’s not it either.”
“Three hours of fucking before you come?”
Christ, I like the way she says fucking.
“That’s mental strength, Doc. Mind over what matters.”
“And what matters?” she asks, smiling.
“That I remain a gentleman—ladies first and often.”
She looks a little annoyed by the reality of my explanation.
“So, that’s how you and Shadows—”
“You’re naked in my bed, a place no woman gets to. I would appreciate another man’s name not being mentioned.”
“You gave the green light when you said ladies.” She slides off the bed. “Can’t act like a jealous boyfriend when you’re nothing more than a hot piece of ass with a slightly above average penis.”
She hurries into the master bathroom, huffing when she sees herself in the mirror. “What are you? Twelve?”
She’s seen the hickeys covering her tits.
I know she’s referring to my age, but I can’t help replying, “Thirteen last night.”
“Seriously?” she sneers.
I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I need to make sure we clear shit up. No need to end this on a bad note.
When I walk in, she’s brushing her teeth at my sink, buck-ass naked and fucking beautiful. And she’s using my electric toothbrush. If one of my friends did that shit, I’d have a serious issue with it. Oddly, though, her doing it doesn’t bother me, which is confusing the hell out of me.
She doesn’t look up as I stand behind her, so I wrap an arm around her waist and my hand around her hair, pulling back so she’s looking up at me, mouth full of toothpaste.
“You asked a question, and I gave you an honest answer, being a gentleman. Then you storm in here.”
She pulls forward and spits the paste into the bowl. I pull her back when she’s done.
“Actually”—she wipes her mouth—“you didn’t give me an honest answer.”
I
can’t help feeling amused that she’s pissed that I haven’t told her, even though I know damn well she doesn’t want to hear it any more than I want to hear the mention of Shadows when she’s naked and in my bed. We had an agreement.
So I tell a white little white lie, “I did give you an honest answer.”
“Being a gentleman? You cuffed me. So, if you think I believe that—”
She isn’t going to stop asking so I cut her off, “Fine. I don’t normally eat pussy because I enjoy it. It’s always been an obligation. And I don’t kiss women—that’s Shadows’ department. I’m more the back-door man, Doc. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
She swallows hard and gives a quick nod. “If it’s the truth, then yes.”
“Great. Now that I’ve been honest, your turn.”
“Oh my God. Is this because I said you’re just above average?”
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s what I said in there.”
She rolls her eyes and pushes my hand off her, turning to face me. “First, he’s not my type. And second, I told you not to fall in love, Lieutenant.”
“Fall in love?” I huff.
She crosses her arms. “First step to the fall is jealousy.”
“Jealous because I don’t want to tag team you with Shadows?”
She gives me an impatient look.
“Not what I signed up for. Not what we agreed upon.”
I take the toothbrush from her hand and stand at the mirror, rinsing the brush then squeezing some paste onto it. As I begin to brush my teeth, I watch her reflection as she walks toward the shower and starts the water then steps in. She catches me checking her out and shakes her head.
I spit out the toothpaste, rinse my mouth, and then make my way toward the shower. She steps back under the water as I step in.
I reach over her head and grab the body sponge and the bar of soap, rubbing the soap over the sponge, still looking at her while I then rub it up and down my cock.
“Pretty impressed with that thing, aren’t you?” She looks up at me, eyes darkening.