by Vanessa Page
I am such a jackass. I pull away from the kiss and bury my face in her neck, panting for my next breath, for control. I’m sure she can feel how hard I am for her. I consider rolling off her, but can’t force myself to break the contact between our two bodies.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, as if she’s concerned about me, about my feelings.
I take a few more deep breaths, struggling to formulate the words to express what I’m feeling right now. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
She barks out a sharp laugh. “Take advantage of me?” Her body shakes with silent laughter beneath mine.
“What?” I ask, not sure what she finds so amusing.
“I kissed you, dumbass.” To punctuate her statement, she leans up on her elbows and kisses me again.
When she pulls away, I try to explain again. “I just feel like, you know, when a girl is pouring her heart out to you about her ex, maybe it isn’t the best time to try to get in her pants.”
She sets her palms against my chest and whispers breathily, “You want to get in my pants?”
“Shit, are you kidding?” I’m sure I sound every bit as incredulous as I feel.
She bites her lips and waits for me to answer her question.
“Of course I do. I’m so hard just thinking about stripping you naked.” I tug on the hem of her shirt and slide one hand underneath it. “Running my hands—and my tongue—all over your naked body.” I lay my palm flat against the smoothness of her stomach. “Driving my aching cock so hard into your wet pussy that you forget everything and everyone except the pleasure I’m bringing you.”
Krystal’s eyes close to half mast, and she sucks in a ragged breath and squirms beneath me. “Yes, please.”
“You want that?” I ask, already pretty confident I know the answer.
She parts her legs around me so the hardest parts of me press against the softest parts of her. Then she arches against me. “Do it, Jace. Do everything you just said.”
I groan as she moves her hips against mine again. Suddenly, I’m flashing back to the shower, to feeling her soft heat and wet arousal sliding over my cock with the shower water. The feel of my dick pressed against her folds, but not inside her, was almost too much to bear. And then she’d come apart in my arms, on my dick. And I’d shot off like a punk kid.
This time, I’m going to draw it out. I will keep a tight rein on my control if it kills me. And that means going slow.
I back my hips away from hers, ignoring her little mew of protest, and busy myself lifting her shirt over her breasts, over her head. I toss it onto the floor and sit back to survey her gorgeous breasts, round and firm with perfect dark, round nipples. I lean down to lick one while placing my fingers gently on the other. Rolling them both, one with my tongue and the other with my fingers, I focus on her small sounds of pleasure, taking my cues from her. When she arches her back to writhe against me, I pull back, reach for the waistband of her pants.
Effecting slow patience that I don’t actually feel, I lift her hips and tug her leggings down. She lifts her legs one at a time to help me pull her pants fully off, and I toss them to the floor, leaving her in panties that are just a series of strings and the tiniest of red lace triangles in the front. It does nothing to conceal the treasure beneath, and as much as I would love to sit here and stare at her like this for hours, I’m also extremely impatient to have her completely naked in my arms again.
The experience will be better for the waiting, I remind myself and lean down to press my lips to her thigh. I trail featherlight kisses up her leg, over her hip, circling around her navel. My goal is to kiss, lick, and touch every inch of her before I sink into her, to worship her body the way I’ve wanted to all this time. I don’t know if I’ll ever have this opportunity again, and I’m not going to waste it by going too fast. I want to draw it out. If I could make this single moment last, I would freeze time and stay here with her forever.
Tracing the lines of her shoulders, her neck, her chin with my lips, I tease a path to her mouth and capture it with my own. She opens immediately for me and slips her tongue through to tempt me into madness. I groan, deep and low, a primal sound I can’t control, and grab her hips, yanking her up onto my lap with her legs wrapped around me.
Krystal crosses her ankles behind me, pressing her core against me, and rocks her hips. My dick pulses behind the fabric of my pants, and suddenly, there is entirely too much denim between us. She must have the same thought, because suddenly, graceful fingers are working at the buttons of my fly. A heartbeat later, the weight of the material eases, and cool fingers dip under the elastic band of my boxer briefs.
I break our kiss and bury my face in the crook of her neck, not because I want to stop kissing her, but because I can’t concentrate on her mouth with her fingers sliding tantalizingly close to my erection. She’s taking her sweet time getting there, though, and the anticipation nearly has me crawling out of my own skin. This woman is going kill me. I’m going to spontaneously combust before I ever get to have sex with her, I just know it.
Finally, what might as well be a hundred years later, her small fingers wrap around my aching member and pull me free from the confines of my underwear. She pulls back to look down at my erection and inhales a shaky breath at the sight of me jutting up between us, proud and tall and rock hard, for her. I’m quite possibly harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
I’ve had a handful of girlfriends since I lost my virginity when I was sixteen, and I’m not exactly inexperienced, but Krystal’s fingers wrapped around me, stroking me languidly, and the heat of her gaze fixed on me is enough to make me feel as nervous and worked up as I was my first time getting a hand job. And that lasted exactly six strokes. Fuck. If I don’t get myself under control, Krystal is going to start to think I have a hair trigger. Hell, with her, I do have a hair trigger. I’ve never met another woman who revs my engine the way she does.
She tightens her grip on my shaft and strokes from the base to the tip, then slides her thumb over the sensitive underside of the head. Collecting a bead of precum forming there, she swirls her thumb around the head in light circles. I close my eyes and strangle a moan before it can escape, but I can’t stop my hips from bucking beneath her.
Seemingly inspired by my body’s response to her, she rises up to her knees, still straddling me and pushes me backward. I’m stronger than her, but I let her push me over and stretch my legs out under her. Part of me wants to stay in control of the situation, but a bigger part of me wants to see where this is going.
Still holding my dick in her hand, Krystal leans over me and kisses the center of my chest, then trails the most delicate of kisses down, down, way down. “Oh fu—ngh.” My attempt at a hoarse curse becomes nothing but gibberish as she swirls her tongue over the head of my dick, then sucks just the very tip. It takes every ounce of control I have not to thrust my hips up and drive myself deeper into her mouth.
“You like that?” Her voice is low and husky, and her words are barely a breath against my thigh between us.
“Yesss!” I hiss as she licks me again.
I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at her. She works her hand in a slow, languid rhythm up and down my shaft and sets the other on my boys, rolling them in her hands gently.
“Want me to do keep going?” She looks up at me, her mouth barely an inch from my aching dick. Her eyes are wide and innocent, and I think I see a sort of vulnerability in their depths.
How do I answer that? Hell yes, I want her to keep going, but I don’t want to push her into it, either. “I want you to do what will make you happy,” I say. And if that means wrapping those beautiful lips around my dick and sucking me, then I’m willing to take that bullet. I leave that part out, though.
She nods, almost to herself, and darts her tongue out to taste me, like she’s licking a lollipop. My mouth goes dry from both the sight and the sensation. Krystal is a natural-born seductress. I’m sure she’s not calculating her moves,
but everything she does is designed to put me under her spell. And I am so far gone for her already.
She glides her mouth all the way down, slipping me into delicious warmth like heaven. My head falls back, and I stare unseeing at the ceiling. I’m incapable of focusing on anything except the sensation of her lips and tongue on my dick, sliding down. And up. And back down again. Her hand moves in time with her mouth, and I’m a slave to her touch, helpless to do anything except feel the pleasure and try my damndest not to cum.
But I’m failing miserably. Every time she sucks me in between her lips and I hit the back of her throat, I get closer to the point of no return. I’m a doomed man, moving headfirst toward my own little death.
I force my gaze back down to Krystal, wanting to witness every second of this moment before it comes to an end. She’s still on her knees, bent over me with her ass raised high in the air, those perfect tan globes accentuated by the tiny red string of her thong underwear.
And, holy shit, she has her free hand fully engaged between her legs, fingers working and rubbing furiously as her thighs clench and unclench around them. The sight of her fingering herself while going down on me might be the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. My dick jumps in response, swelling to almost painful proportions, and my balls draw up tight. Just this vision is enough to push me to the brink of orgasm in two seconds flat, but I stave it off, clenching my jaw and tensing every muscle in my body in an effort to keep the explosion at bay.
She moans and the vibration rolls down my shaft. I inhale so sharply I almost choke on the breath, and I release it on a tortured groan, not even caring anymore who can hear us. Almost as if my sound of pleasure has pushed her over the edge, Krystal’s body tightens over me and her hand slows its movements between her legs as her hips begin a slow, shaky undulation.
She’s coming. Holy shit this girl is so fucking hot. And just like last time, just knowing she’s getting off is enough to do me in.
“Krystal,” I say her name, but can’t put more words together. I need to warn her, but her mouth on me is mimicking the motion of her hips, dipping and rocking and rising back up, and I can’t make words happen. But I keep trying. “I’m so…” she meets my gaze, and the lust in those soft eyes trips me up. She blinks up at me and continues her movements, and now I’m frantic, quickly reaching the point of no return. As much as I would love to cum like this, with her velvety mouth wrapped around me, her tongue slicking over the tip on every upswing, blowing in a girl’s mouth isn’t exactly polite. At least, not without warning her first. Krystal deserves to know before she gets a mouthful. I steel my resolve and try force the words out. “You’re gonna… make—” She slides all the way down my shaft, cutting off my words when the head of my dick presses against the back of her throat.
I reach one hand for her, and she removes her hand from between her legs to grab my hand and press it to the bed.
“Stop. I’m gonna…” And I reach the point of no return. Even if she stopped right now, I’d still cum, just shoot my load straight into the air and onto my own stomach. But she doesn’t stop. She speeds up. Her grip on me tightens and the suction of her lips increases. My muscles go taut in the seconds before I explode helplessly into her mouth. Maybe I moan—maybe I yell—as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls over me, but I can’t tell over the roar of my own pulse in my ears. I pour myself into Krystal’s waiting mouth, and she takes every last drop, milking me until I have nothing left to give.
Krystal climbs up my body and stretches out on the bed next to me, rests her head and one hand on my chest. “That was hot.”
I laugh. Talk about an understatement. “I can’t feel my toes.”
She tilts her head to smile up at me. “Does that mean I did it right?”
“I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” I tell her honestly, my breathing still a little ragged. “How about you. You finished?” I saw her orgasm with my own eyes, but I want to hear her say it.
“Mmm-hmm… I couldn’t help myself. Knowing I was turning you on, having your cock in my mouth was making me so wet and achy. I needed to come.”
And with those words, that mental image, my cock is already stirring again.
“I love watching you come.”
“Really?” she asks softly, sounding almost unsure of herself. Her fingers tickle over my chest aimlessly, and her breath fans out over my skin.
“Definitely,” I assure her. “In fact, I want to see it again.”
“Right now?” She licks her lips
“Right now.” I roll over her, bracing myself on my knees and elbows above her. Her breasts rise and fall with her breaths between us. I plant a kiss to her lips, then follow it with tiny pecks across her chin, down her neck. I trace the lines of her collarbone before dipping down to capture one breast in my hand and one nipple between my lips.
I’m almost fully hard again and pressing obscenely against her hip, but the way she rubs against me makes it clear I’m right where she wants me.
Bang. Bang. Bang. “Are you guys finished? I need to get my clothes.” RJ’s voice booms through the door.
“Go away,” I call back without raising my head from Krystal’s chest.
“Not a chance, bro. I just ran six miles, and I stink, Abby says if I want to sleep in her bed tonight, I need to shower. So, shower I must. And I’m pretty sure everyone else will get pretty ticked off if I’m running around naked.”
“Borrow clothes from Camden or Jameson.” I’m not about to stop what I’m doing with Krystal so that RJ can get a change of clothes. No fucking way.
“Bro, I am not putting my twig and berries in Camden or Jameson’s skivvies. Come on.”
“Not now!” I growl and Krystal chuckles underneath me.
“Let the poor guy get his clothes,” she says on a giggle.
RJ bangs on the door again. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just going to pick the lock and come in anyway. So, you might as well cover your naughty bits and open the door.”
I have no doubt he means what he says. With a sigh of frustration, I roll off of Krystal and sit up, then begin collecting the discarded articles of our clothing.
The door handle jiggles and rattles, like he’s actually fidgeting with the lock,
“Just hold on!” I call, tossing Krystal’s shirt and leggings onto the bed next to her. “Give me a fucking minute.”
RJ snorts. “Is that all fucking takes you? A minute?”
“Shut up, RJ.” I pull on my jeans, not bothering with my underwear, or my top button, and walk to the door. Once I’ve turned back to make sure Krystal is fully clothed, I flip the lock and turn the knob. RJ bursts into the room like he was leaning against the door just waiting for it to open. Maybe he was. He heads straight for his bag, and as he passes me, I get a whiff of the odor he mentioned.
“Phew,” I make a show of waving my hand in front of my nose. “You really do need a shower.”
RJ flicks me off over his shoulder as he starts pulling items from his suitcase, and says. “Were those your sex noises I heard a few minutes ago? You sounded like a dying cat. I thought for sure animal sacrifices were happening up here. Glad to see it was just you getting lucky and not some weird witchcraft thing you guys had going on.”
“Fuck you,” I tell him with a laugh. “You sound like a ninety-year-old when you cum. I half expect you to go looking for your dentures afterward every time you jack off.”
“You like listening to me jack off, huh?” He winks at me as he sets a change of clothes on the bed and throws deodorant on the pile.
“I mean, the same way people like watching horror movies, sure. It’s super creepy and I know I’m going to have nightmares about it, but there’s morbid entertainment value there.”
“So, what I’m hearing is, you dream about me too.” He sets a few more items—toothbrush, hair gel, condoms—on the pile and gathers the whole collection into his arms. “That’s nice. Everyone should have a dream.”
I sit down on the be
d next to Krystal and set a hand on her knee. “You mean the way you dream of actually having a girlfriend one day?”
RJ heads out the door, calling over his shoulder. “Hell yeah.” Then he walks away without closing the door.
I turn to Krystal, ready to dive in where we left off. “Where were we?”
Her stomach growls loudly between us, and she grins sheepishly.
“Seems like you worked up a bit of an appetite.”
“I might have skipped breakfast.” She folds her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, effectively folding in on herself.
“Well, then,” I stand and hold out my hand for her. “Let’s get you something to eat.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Krystal
The drive back to campus is considerably less awkward than the drive out to the lake house. Though, there’s no shortage of sexual tension. This time, instead of trying not to make contact with little Jace, I take full advantage of the opportunity to make the man Jace squirm. I take up the same sideways position, but instead of balancing my ass on his leg, I settle squarely in his lap, then make a show of getting comfortable, adjusting my position, fidgeting with the seatbelt to ensure it sits “just right,” even stretching to pull my hair back into a messy ponytail at my crown.
Jace endures it all silently. So silently one could almost believe he hasn’t noticed… if it weren’t for the erection pressing into my backside. I drop my hands to my lap, lean back against the car door and smile sweetly up at Jace, giving one more wiggle in his lap under the pretense of getting comfortable. He bites his lip, hard, and his eyes close on a soft exhale.
Deciding not to torture him further—for the moment—I lay my head on his chest. His heartbeat is steady, if a little fast, and lulls me into pseudo-sleep quickly. I did, after all, miss out on quite a bit of sleep last night in the name of exploring his body and him exploring mine. The hours we spent learning each other’s flesh was totally worth the lost sleep, though, even if I am feeling the effects of it this morning. I’m only vaguely aware of Jace’s arms coming around me to tenderly cradle me against him as I drift off to sleep, and I can’t remember a time I ever felt safer than this moment in his embrace.