Giving it Up (Brewhouse #1)

by Holly Dodd

  “You like playing with fire, Kevin?” Her sherry-brown eyes flirted with mine. Shielded by her thick lashes like a fan, she wielded her burgeoning sexuality with surety.

  “Is that what I’m doing, are you going to burn me, kitten?” My tongue flicked my lower lip as if I could already taste her. It was a wasted effort. My fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing. I already knew that. She was the perfect dessert; strawberry shortcake - berries and cream; tart and sweet and mine.

  “Don’t you feel it,” she whispered. Her hips twist, her hands minions doing my bidding as she rucked down her jeans.

  I sucked in a sharp breath. No lace this time. But I didn’t mind. The white cotton briefs were chaste. The huge pink bow printed on them wasn’t. She was a present begging me to unwrap her; virtuous, unsullied.

  All. Fucking. Mine.

  My self-control failed me as I stepped forward. She danced back. Her knees hit the edge of the bed. “Take. Them. Off.”

  Just like that the tension between us ratchet up. That thread, that invisible tether I’d felt hook into me since the first time our eyes met, tightened, yanking me forward; an anchor guiding me to safe harbor.

  Jo quivered, but she complied. She skimmed her panties down her thighs, leaving them in a sodden puddle at her ankles. “Turn around and bend over.”

  The time for games was over. I needed to taste her. Feel her. My cock raged against my zipper, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet, at least. Not until I got my mouth on her and vice versus.

  Her hands fisted the comforter, double twists of sheets and goose down as she bent over her bed.

  Fuck. I ran my hand over my mouth. She was perfection. Her heart shaped ass was hiked. The cheeks meaty and smooth. Her thighs were sturdy and thick; pillars of strength; the foundation upon which her bombastic body was built. And between them the pearly fucking gates of heaven. All slick and dewy.

  She was drenched for me, her shaved cunt lips swollen and plump. Her engorged clit blinked out at me. She was small, the lips tight and guarding her slit, hiding it from my rapacious gaze. Not for much longer. Her cherry was endangered. I was going to fuck that tiny apex open until she could take me with ease.

  “So fucking perfect.” I heaped my praise on her as I circled close. The predator rising over my helpless prey.

  Her thighs quivered and her pussy pulsed, releasing a teardrop of honey which dewed her lips. I wouldn’t let it fall. My hand was there, stroking down the seam of her sodden nether mouth.

  “Jesus, Kevin,” she moaned. She rocked to her tip toes, bobbing the apple of her ass in the air.

  My hand snapped through the air, cracking a hard welt over one fat cheek. “Did I say you could move?”

  “N…No Sir.”

  “Good girl,” I whispered. My fingers stroked the burn reddening her ass. If I thought she’d been wet before, she was positively gushing now. “Look at you creaming over a simple little spank.”

  Her back curved, a sharp redoubt shoving her tits into the bed. “Was that all that was, a simple little spank?”

  “The simplest,” I said. Then I proceeded to redden her ass until both cheeks held a rosy flush. Each time my hand cracked over her ass she moaned. I warmed her up, not stopping until she teetered on the apex of pleasure and pain. It didn’t take long for her to reach it. She was a novice with a tender ass.

  “P…please Sir, please please, Sir,” she begged. Her voluptuous body wriggled in front of me, earning her small smacks on her thighs. The ricochet wobbled her pussy, the distended lips glazing my knuckles with her creamy juice.

  “Please what. Use your words, kitten.” My control was fracturing. I was so close to throwing away my plans, scrapping what I’d wanted to do just to quell the suffering we both were under.

  “Please I need to come.” Her voice rose and fell in desperate squeals. Fuck, I would make her scream when I got my cock into her. I would make her sing.

  “Please what,” I whispered. My hands soothed down the back of her quivering thighs.

  “Please, Sir, please.”

  Such a good girl.

  I knelt behind her, getting eye level with her pretty pink core. Eye fucking her cunt. “So wet, you should see how much you’re dripping.”

  I blew a hot breath over her pussy. Immediately she rewarded me with a moan. Her thighs spread wider. The tension tugged on her lips, opening her for me so that her hot li’l box beckoned me in.

  I needed to see all of her. Tucking my fingers against her lips, I opened her, spread her like ripe fruit. Her virginal hole pulsed for me, sending out a desperate code. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy all week. I’m going to eat the fuck out of you, and you’re going to come all over my face.”

  Jo was half-crying now, my words spinning her out; kindling tossed on a ravenous fire. I inhaled her, drawing her succulent scent into my lungs. Branding my memory with her intimate perfume.

  Then I let the beast come out to play.

  I devoured her.

  Thirteen

  Jo

  I had watched a lot of porn, from regular to kinky, heterosexual to lesbian. The latter because I wanted to know what I was missing out on.

  Mia raved about oral sex. It was her favorite thing. The amount of inappropriate conversations we’d had about how a guy could, or couldn’t, find her clit was astronomical. I’d giggle, she’d regale me with her stories, and I’d shove down my jealousy and confusion. I had no means of comparison. She’d had more than a few men in her bed who were total duds when it came to eating her box.

  I’d thought everyone had hyped it up. On the videos, it seemed nice, but the girls weren’t losing their minds over it. Not the way Mia said she did. That there was no way it was as good for a girl as it was for a guy. Blow jobs were everything. I’d thought it was a nice thing that warmed a girl up. Maybe helped with the lubrication.

  I’d been so wrong.

  Kevin’s beard scraped the backs of my thighs. His nose rubbed along the cleft of my pussy. Every breath he took exhaled against my core, causing my pussy to twitch and the bees in my stomach to flutter in a deranged whirlwind. I was so hyper aware, teetering on the precipice of understanding.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, and I whimpered. I was dying, and Kevin was my executioner.

  Fisting the sheets, I shoved my thighs wider, giving him access to all my secrets. His thumbs massaged my lips, and held me open for his mouth. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse. My cheeks were on fire, and I hid my face in the pillows. I couldn’t handle this. It was so erotic not knowing when he would put his mouth on me. Only knowing that he would, eventually.

  “Good girl,” he said, and kissed both cheeks. My skin twitched, muscles jumping from the sudden contact. “You smell so damn sweet. I’ve been wanting to do this since you came on my fingers.”

  His fingers slipped away from my lips and gripped my ass, urging my hips up. I couldn’t believe I was bent over my bed with Kevin kneeling behind me. My heart throbbed between my ears, giving me a huge head rush. If I hadn’t been face down, there was a real possibility I would have swooned.

  Then his mouth was there.

  I groaned into the bed. Some insensible noises that rose in decibel as his face moved.

  His lips spread heat and slippery wetness along the sensitive flesh between my puckered hole and my trembling pink hole; a gentle lick that fluttered back and forth between them both; some pussy-eating roulette with Kevin the dealer. Back and forth he went, building the question: Where would he stop?

  The shock of his tongue flashing over my asshole jerked me onto the bed. I would have scurried away and snapped my legs closed if he hadn’t pinned me down.

  His laughter rumbled against my cunt. “Trying to run away, and I haven’t even started yet. Let me see if I can’t tongue fuck the skittishness out of you.”

  His tongue stroked down my slit, undulating past the barrier of my outer and inner lips. The tip dipped, and I moaned at his thick m
uscle breeched my hole.

  I squirmed, my hips wriggling before him in mindless motions. I was already frantic, but I suspected he was just beginning.

  Kevin’s tongue fluttered, and suddenly, the most amazing sensation rippled through me. With one stroke of his tongue over my clit, he unlocked the mystery of oral sex for me.

  In an instant I was converted. This was what it was about. This was what I’d been missing out on.

  “Ohh fuck,” I panted. All the embarrassment over being bent over and spread dissipated. Now, I just wanted to get closer. I was ready for more. I rocked back onto his mouth, begging for more, pleading with him to twist his tongue across my clit again.

  Kevin twirled and stroked his tongue around my swollen button. He teased the sensitive tissue right above it. Frustration built inside me. Then he flicked right across the center of it. Lord, it was too much and too little at the same time. I screamed into the pillow. “Please. Oh, Lord please, Sir.”

  “Is that the best dirty talk you can do, kitten?” The laughter in his voice was unmistakable. Damn man, I could imagine him smirking into my cunt. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I need you to eat my pussy. Suck on my clit. Lord, please I need you to make me come.” I was on the edge, shuddering before him. My thighs were spread wide, lewd, loose, and cradling his cheeks.

  “Not good enough,” he murmured and dove back in.

  Kevin took his time. He labored around my clit before slurping up the cream drooling from my pussy. His tongue plugged me, wriggling inside until I was fucking myself on it.

  I was so close. Passion churned through my body like champagne bubbles. I was about to pop, and the damn man knew it.

  He pulled back with a final suck on my clit.

  “You want to come, kitten?” His laugh mocked me. My legs shook, and I didn’t move. Couldn’t move as he stood up.

  “Please,” I begged. Couldn’t he hear how close I was to crying?

  “Mmm, fuck. Get up and kneel on the bed.”

  I shuddered. Was he going to fuck me now? Lord, I wanted him so badly.

  I crawled onto the bed, pulling myself up by my arms. My legs weren’t working. Rolling onto my hip, the most delectable sight met my eyes.

  Kevin was stripping for me. Fuck Magic Mike, Kevin was the real deal. His shirt was already gone, showing off his delectable muscles and chiseled abdomen. He’d waited until my eyes were on him before working on his jeans.

  My eyes were glued as the shiny zipper lowered. The click of metal so slow and loud in the lustful hush. This amazing specimen was stripping for me. I knew he was comfortable with his nudity, the staggering number of soft-core selfies he had on his Facebook page told me that. But this was a private showing. He stood only in his boxer-briefs just for me. Only me.

  My heart seized, and the moat guarding it dried up in the heatwave flaming through my body. If Kevin wanted it, he could have it. I was his.

  He smirked at me, his face, his mouth shiny with my juices. I didn’t know where to look. At his face, or his divine body. I opted for the latter, eyes wide as he outlined his enormous cock with his hand. The fabric bunched over his dick, the material near his hip wet from where the tip rested. “Is this what you want to taste? I don’t know if I should let you. It’s a lot of man meat for a little girl.”

  “I can handle it. Please please please.” I wanted to taste him. I needed to taste him. I may never get another chance like this with him. I was going to savor it like a dying woman enjoying her last supper.

  Kevin kept me in suspense, teetering on the edge of madness. Pulling his boxers out from his body, I caught a sight of hair. That magical path that led to never never land. I walked that line with my eyes over and over before he shoved his boxers down. His self-control was amazing, but he was fraying now. His swollen dick jerked into the spotlight, and gave me my first look of a real cock.

  Lord he was massive. If I hadn’t been paralyzed with lust, I’d have fallen on my back and spread my legs for him. But I was stuck dumb, looking at this huge fucking baseball bat he carried around with him.

  The skin was pulled taut, shiny at the purpled head from all the pre rolling down towards his plump balls. Kevin was entirely smooth. Was that why he looked so fucking ginormous? His balls were taut, hugging his undercarriage and reminding me that the only relief he’d had in the past week was his hand.

  My slight virginal fear fled. I was going to make him come. No matter what. I didn’t care that I was another notch on the bed post, a little line in his black book. With his burning eyes focused on me, I believed we were the only two people in the world.

  He slipped into the bed and fluffed the pillows up, making a nest as he laid down. “Bring that pussy up here.”

  He didn’t need to order me twice. His large hands fanned on my hips, guiding me around so that my ass was in his face, and his huge mast was in mine. I moaned, smacking my lips with hunger. I wanted to taste him. Though I needed a moment to remember that when he pulled my body down and drove back into my cunt.

  “Fuck,” I whined, my back curving sinuously as he feasted. I rocked onto his face, riding his nose, his mouth, his tongue as he educated me on the art of face seating.

  But I couldn’t be greedy. Not when there was such a beautiful dick in front of me.

  Tentatively gripping the root of his prick, I groaned at the dual sensations: the slickness of his mouth and the velvety iron of his pole.

  I lowered my body, laying atop him; a curvy blanket keeping him warm.

  I won’t lie. I was intimidated as hell being eye-to-eye with his cock. But there was a saying: when eating an elephant, take one bite at a time. I wasn’t going to become a blow-job queen during my first outing. But I could still explore, play, and bring him pleasure.

  I pumped my hand up and down his sleek tool. Wide-eyed with wonderment as the tip just dripped for me. I’d liked when he’d licked my clit. Would he enjoy the same on his head?

  Only one way to find out. I licked him as if he were a Kevin-flavored lollipop. I traced the corona of his glans, catching all the wetness that leaked free before brushing my tongue over the slit.

  He groaned into my pussy, and I shuddered as I rocked onto his mouth. He teased me, keeping me on the edge, letting me play with him. But if he kept up those moans I would surely come.

  It was time to put us both out of our carnal misery.

  Dropping my head, I sucked him in whole. I didn’t stop until as much of his dick was lodged in my mouth as possible. I choked, taking too much in the first swallow, and pulled off with a wet pop. Strings of saliva spun from my mouth to his dick, delighting me with the obvious visual of what I’d done.

  I’d sucked my first cock and he fucking loved it.

  There was nothing elegant about how I dropped my head onto him. Skewering my mouth with his meat, basting it with saliva, and making him grunt into my pussy again. I bobbed, I sucked, I teased him by grazing my teeth over the silky flesh.

  And when he’d had enough, he pumped his hips up and into my face, fucking my mouth while he tongue-fucked me.

  I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t do anything but lay there as he feasted on me. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t act. Just feel as he pushed me close to my edge with every ripple of his tongue.

  My nails dug into his hips. The wet glut of my throat worked constantly around the tip of his dick. Wet, messy, and so fucking good.

  His fingers stroked over my quivering ass and found my eager hole. His dick pulsed between my lips. I traced the vein with my tongue. His finger plunged into my twat, hooking, curling, pulling at that bundle of nerves right as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

  I screamed around his dick as I came. His hips pumped, and he shoved himself deep as he erupted. There wasn’t an elegant way to swallow a load as massive as the one he spilled into my throat.

  Still, I tried. And when I was done, laying boneless atop him, I knew two things: If real sex was this intense, I was going to turn into a damn nymp
ho, and I was falling head-over-heels in love with Kevin.

  I was doomed.

  Fourteen

  Kevin

  Fuck, I should have realized Jo would be a quick study. I’d let her play, not wanting to rush her first sixty-nine.

  I needed a damn medal for it. Somehow, I resisted fucking her brains out. But, in the end, it had been worth it. The scent of her succulent pussy clung to my beard. The sounds of her choking on my cock would be the soundtrack of my masturbation fantasies for years to come.

  “I need to pee,” she whispered.

  “With how hard the orgasm you just had was, I’m not surprised.” I slapped her playfully across the ass, making her squeal as she climbed off me. Her cheeks were still crimson from how hard I’d spanked her. The wait had been worth it.

  “I’m hungry too. Where do you want to go eat?” My eyes were trained on Jo as she stumbled off the bed, grabbed a clean pair of panties and shirt from the dresser, and flounced into the bathroom.

  God, she amazed me. I closed my eyes and stretched.

  Jo padded back into the bedroom a few minutes later. She hesitated in the doorway.

  “Am I still staying over?” The hesitancy in her voice gutted me. She hadn’t realized yet, but this is more than what I’d planned on.

  I wanted to keep her.

  I sat up, swinging my legs over the bed. “You’re not getting out of spending the last bit of the weekend with me that easily, kitten.”

  The relief spreading over her face should worry me. It didn’t. Instead, I felt that we were in this together. That maybe this wasn’t about Regi anymore, but her and me.

  “You said you were hungry. I know the perfect spot.” My reward came in the half-naked bouncing girl form as Jo tackled me onto the bed. This was what life was about: a squirming sexpot rubbing up against you until all thoughts of leaving bed vanished.