by Whitley Cox
With adrenaline and arousal now fueling her every move, she sprinkled gentle kisses across his hard, muscular chest over to his other nipple, scissoring her teeth across the tight bud.
“Eva”—his hands in her hair stopped her effort—“you’re sure?”
With one hand still propping herself up, she moved the other one down between them to his now very noticeable, very hard, very impressive erection. She unsnapped his jeans, slid down the zipper and slipped her hand inside, taking him in her palm. “I’m very sure,” she whispered, stroking him as much as she could, given their awkward position. “I need this, Scott.” She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, just enough to touch, not enough to kiss. “I need you.”
Fuck, she was something else. Sweet and sexy and so goddamn gorgeous, Scott lay there in awe of his luck as Eva continued to undress him, taking her time and making sure those nails of hers drove him to the very edge of insanity.
After unfastening each and every black button of his dress shirt, she took her sweet time kissing and swirling that slippery little tongue over his chest and abs, raking her nails along his ribcage and down his sides. When she reached the waist of his pants with her lips, her fingers walked their way up his torso, and she took each of his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting until he gasped from the pain.
“Eva,” he growled in warning, resting his hand on her head.
She released his nipples, then ran her nails back down to his waistband. He lifted his hips to help her remove his jeans. She did so quickly, chucking them to the floor and leaving him lying there with a tent pitched in his gray boxer shorts. He glanced down his body to where she hovered above him, her eyes hooded, her pink tongue sliding across her lips, licking her chops.
A small, damp, heart-shaped patch of fabric over the head of his cock said he was leaking precum. Well, of course he was. He’d been hard for a long fucking time lying there next to Eva and those tits of hers. Listening to her speak with that sexy, throaty voice. Like she was on the business end of one of those 1-900 sex chat lines. Did they still have those?
He was old.
But how could he not be hard, lying in a bed, staring at Eva? Talking to Eva, listening to Eva. The woman was what wet dreams were made of, and Jesus Christ, he was only human. He also hadn’t gotten laid since New Year’s Eve, so his other head was doing a whole hell of a lot of its own thinking these days.
“Baby,” he said hoarsely, “you don’t have to.” He threaded his fingers into her hair, the silky red tendrils slipping through. Like magic strands of fire splayed across his stomach.
She shook her head and relieved him of his boxers. He lifted his hips once again, and she slid them down and over his legs. “I’m not,” she said, tossing his boxers into the pile with his jeans.
Huh.
She slipped off the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she began to unbutton her blouse, taking her sweet time, just like she had with him.
“Touch yourself,” she demanded, her eyes flicking from his face down to his shaft. “I want to watch you. I want to see what you do when you’re alone.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice.
Scott was not shy. Never had been, and even though he certainly didn’t go around touching himself in public, he also had zero qualms taking himself into his palm and showing her just how he liked to get down to business.
He gripped his cock in his right hand and squeezed his fist up and around the head until it turned a dark purple, then he stroked back down to the base and up again.
Heat flared in the yellow-green of her eyes, and her tongue once again darted out and slid across her lips.
“You going to just take in the show, or do I get a show of my own?” he asked, tightening his grip around the head, a bead of precum emerging onto his crown.
“That depends,” she whispered, letting her green blouse slip off her shoulders, revealing a cream-colored lace bra with absolutely zero padding. Her hard nipples pointed at him, called to him, demanded he take them in his mouth and ease their ache.
“Depends on what?” he asked, still stroking himself.
“Depends on what you plan to do with that.” She tilted her head, and her gaze lasered in on the now even bigger bead of precum on his crown.
With his thumb, he wiped it off. “Your mouth or mine?”
She took the couple of steps toward the bed and leaned over, giving him the perfect few of the best fucking cleavage he’d ever seen. Fuckable cleavage. A valley built for a cock. “Mine,” she murmured. Then she showed him exactly how well she could suck. That tongue of hers swirled around the pad of his thumb like it was the head of his cock, and her eyes fluttered closed, a soft hum rumbling up from the depths of her throat.
When she pulled away and her eyes opened, she smiled. “Yum.”
“Holy fuck,” he breathed.
Her grin grew. She stood up and took a few steps away from him again. “Get back to work,” she said playfully, pointing to his paused hand. He hadn’t even realized he’d quit. He was just too caught up in her mouth around his thumb to concentrate on two things at once. After all, there wasn’t much blood heading to his brain at the moment.
With his free hand, he saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.” Then he went back to work, showing her just how he liked to get the job done. Now, when he took himself in the shower, he’d be envisioning Eva sucking his thumb with her hot little mouth, her perfect tits right there just begging for his cum.
Her fingers hooked into the belt loops at her waist, and she shimmied her tight black pants down over her shapely legs, revealing a matching thong to her bra. She was perfect. Curvy but fit. With hips he could hold on to, a slim waist, and thighs that he couldn’t wait to have squeezing the side of his head. The best fucking earmuffs he could ever imagine.
“Wanna fuck your tits, baby,” he said, his hips jerking off the bed voluntarily. “You have the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen.”
Her smile was warm and bright. “The best fucking tits, or the best fuckable tits?”
He grinned. “Both.”
“Never had my tits fucked before.”
He groaned. “Oh, Eva … let me be your first.”
“But then …”
“Let’s fuck with a condom, and I’ll get you off as many times as we can. Then we’ll rip the condom off, and I’ll fuck your tits.”
“Won’t it be messy?”
Hell, yes, it would be. That was half the fun of it.
“Then we’ll have a shower.”
She dragged her teeth over her lip but didn’t reply.
Was that a maybe?
“Let’s start here and see where the night goes.” She reached around behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting those luscious mounds tumble out, taunting him. Then she slipped out of her thong, revealing a perfectly waxed pussy with just a thin strip of hair over her mound. His ex had gotten waxed as well. She said she used to get the “two postage stamp” package. It looked like Eva went with a “three postage stamp” package, and she pulled it off flawlessly. He really didn’t care either way though. One postage stamp, two, three, none, or the whole damn envelope—who the fuck cared? What mattered was how she responded when he was inside her, when his tongue was on her clit and his fingers on her G-spot. He couldn’t give a damn how much hair she had between her thighs as long as he got to eventually use those thighs as earmuffs.
“You’re fucking perfection,” he murmured.
“Fucking perfection or fuckable perfection?”
His chuckle was strained as his need to come began to inch forward. “Both.”
She swayed her hips toward him. “Before we do any tit-fucking or any kind of fucking, I’d like to see how skilled you are with that tongue of yours. I know you can talk. I know you can joke, but frankly, I’m a little tired of listening to you.”
He snorted. This confident side of her was sexy as fuck.
The sparkle in her eye and the tug at the corner of her
mouth said she was joking, but joking or not, he loved how relaxed she finally was. How cool she was in her own skin, now that they knew each other a bit more and it wasn’t just a nameless fuck to scratch an itch. Even if they never saw each other again, he didn’t want Eva to regret tonight or feel ashamed of herself in any way.
And the woman certainly had nothing to be ashamed about.
He inched over into the center of the bed and watched as she climbed up and straddled his face, her cleft hovering just inches over his mouth. A drip landed on his lips, and he swept it off with his tongue.
Just like he thought—sweet as could fucking be.
“Show me how a real man eats pussy, Scott. Show me what I’ve been missing.” Then she lowered her slit down to his mouth, and he showed her exactly what she’d been missing—and then some.
4
Holy.
Fucking.
God.
Eva’s eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head for what felt like the millionth time as she gyrated her hips, swirling her slick, swollen cleft around Scott’s oh-so-talented, oh-so-diabolical tongue. The man was definitely showing her what she’d been missing those ten years with Todd, and then all those other years with all those other severely lacking boyfriends.
The man beneath her was a master at seduction, a master at making a woman feel comfortable and relaxed, and a master at eating pussy like it was his favorite meal in the world—maybe it was?
She held on to the headboard and let her head fall forward between her arms, her breasts feeling extra heavy as the orgasm drew near.
She’d never had more than one orgasm during sex—if she even got that. But something told her that with Scott working his magic, she’d be able to have multiples. Hell, she was willing to give it a shot at least. It wasn’t every day you met a man as handsome, charming and kind as the man she was currently trying to suffocate. At least he seemed kind. He didn’t pressure her into sex—unlike Todd, who …
She couldn’t think about that right now. If she thought about Todd, about that, she’d never find an orgasm.
Scott was not Todd.
One of his fingers dipped into her sopping cleft, and then he drew it up between her cheeks, caressing her tight hole but not breaching it. She puckered against his finger as his pressure grew a bit more intense. She’d never … but that wasn’t to say she hadn’t thought about it. But tonight was not that night. No matter how patient, how skilled, how incredible Scott was, she’d have to scratch that inquisitive itch another time with another man.
Because Scott was just a one-time, one-night thing.
Up and down, back and forth through her crease he drew his finger, never pushing for more, taking her pinched hole as a cue not to go any farther.
She ground down on his tongue as he began doing harder, quicker flicks over her clit. She was close again. The thought of letting Scott take her in a place no man had ever gone was enough to get her back to that sweet point of pure bliss.
She rotated her hips in a circular fashion and tilted her pelvis down so he could take more of her clit into his mouth. He did just that—the smart man. He sucked like his life depended on it, like a fucking Hoover, and she exploded.
Eva’s whole body convulsed and spasmed as the orgasm shot up from between her legs, where Scott worked his nose to the clit-stone, and then spread down to her toes and up to the top of her head and out to each fingertip. Her nipples tingled, her chest heaved, and her thighs shook. She squeezed her eyes closed tight, allowing the sensations to consume her. Bright lights flashed behind her closed lids, and her fingers began to cramp.
As the climax languidly began to dissipate, pulling itself back in toward her center like a flower closing up for the night, she opened her eyes and released her death grip on the headboard.
A gentle tap on her thigh and a muffled sound from below reminded her that her pleasure was not from her own making—as it had been for years—but actually due to the overwhelming generosity and sexy seduction of the man whose wide brown eyes looked a touch panicky.
He tapped her thigh a bit more frantically, and she lifted up more onto her knees.
Scott inhaled, and his chest heaved. “Sorry. I couldn’t breathe.” He took another deep breath, then released it. “You just kept grinding down more and more. I knew you were close, so I didn’t want to stop you. But … ” His grin was devilishly handsome. “Not a bad way to die if that’s what it’d come to, though.”
She rolled her eyes and climbed off him, sitting up on her knees on the bed, nibbling on her lips as she watched him lick his and wipe his fingers over his face before he licked those too. Dewy beads of her arousal clung like diamonds to the wiry hair of his beard, glistening in the muted light of the nightstand lamp.
He caught her watching him and grinned again. “Can’t waste a drop.”
Every cell in her body began to recharge.
“Now, about those gorgeous tits of yours,” he said, his deep and low voice sending a sizzle through her veins as he flipped over to his belly and up onto all fours. “You still gonna let me fuck ’em?”
She’d let him do anything to her at this point. She was mush for brains and a slave to his passion. If he was half as good at everything else in bed as he was with his tongue between her legs, she would leave here tomorrow morning with a smile on her face and a spring in her step, no doubt about it.
Eva was finally getting her groove back.
She hadn’t replied yet to his probe about fucking her tits. But the glimmer in those gorgeous green eyes of hers said she’d already thought it over, she was just embarrassed to admit she wanted to.
He prowled across the bed on all fours toward her, starting at the foot of the bed and making his way north, never once taking his eyes off her.
He loved how each inch he moved forward, her cheeks grew an even darker shade of red. Her throat bobbed a little harder, and her nostrils flared a little wider. Her tongue darted out and slid across her lips, lips he couldn’t wait to feel wrapped around his shaft as he stroked her hair, cupped her cheek and felt himself slide to the back of her throat and then out again. Felt her teeth scrape against his length as he knocked her tonsils and she swallowed everything he gave her.
With a swipe of his hand, he grabbed her feet and tugged them out from beneath her, pulling her down the bed until she was flat on her back. She let out a squeal of surprise but didn’t struggle. Her sigh of contentment and her arms looping around his neck as he climbed up her body said she was anything but afraid.
His iron-bar cock rested against her belly. “What do you say, sweet Eva?”
She dragged her teeth over her lip and nodded. “Yes, but first, fuck me … please.”
Anything for you, angel.
He grinned as he lowered his mouth to hers. “With pleasure.” He didn’t take her mouth but just continued to hover. “Taste yourself,” he ordered. “Taste your sweetness on my lips.” Her eyes gleamed with intrigue and perhaps even slight hesitation, but she did as she was told, slipping her tongue across his top, then his bottom lip. “Best damn thing I’ve tasted in a while,” he said before he finally crushed his lips to hers, took control of the kiss, and showed her once again just how talented he was with his tongue. She opened for him without reservation and lifted her hips so he was now notched—unsheathed—at her core. The wet, warm heat of her pussy against the head of his cock caused a deep, primitive growl to bubble up from the back of his throat uncontrollably.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and shifted. “Precum, baby. We can’t be too careful.” He sat up on the bed and reached for his pants off the floor, retrieving the sleeve of condoms. He’d bought a box but ditched the box the moment he left the drugstore, preferring to just shove the packets straight into his pocket.
Swallowing, she licked her lips and nodded. “Right, sorry. It just felt … feels so good.”
It most certainly fucking did, and he’d give his left nut to raw-dog it with this gorgeous creatur
e, but not tonight. Maybe if he got her phone number, they could meet up again and see where things went.
He ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom on over his shaft, making sure it was secure at the base before he turned back to face her and crawled up the length of her body. “I am clean,” he said. “Got checked last month after … ” He let the rest hang in the air. The last thing he needed to do was regale her with his past conquests. Total mood killer.
She nodded. “I’m clean too. But I’m not on any birth control right now, so … condoms are a must.” Her nails raked down his back, chasing a shiver. “But nothing feels as good as the real thing.”
He lunged forward and nipped her bottom lip. “You got that right.” Then he eased himself inside her, slowly, allowing her body to acclimatize to his girth.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her chin to the sky, her lips parting just enough for little puffs of warm air to hit his cheek.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he ground out, feeling her squeeze around him as she adjusted herself beneath his weight, her muscles relaxing with each inch.
“Yeah,” she breathed out.
“Like crazy fucking tight.”
Eva shoved her nipple into his face. “Suck it,” she panted.
Yes, ma’am. He ducked his head and drew her tight bud into his mouth, laving at it, raking his teeth over it, tugging it until she sucked in air and squirmed beneath him.
Normally, Scott took control in the bedroom. He preferred it. But Eva’s little demands and zest for control turned him on like crazy.