Anna James, high school gym teacher, Griffins’ mascot, had never climaxed like that, not even with her special rabbit-eared vibrator with multiple speeds and rotating balls. Aside from a little wetness, she’d never seen the evidence of her orgasms until Kyran brought out her inner bad girl. Now she didn’t want to go back to being good.
Slowly, he came back to his feet, placing his hands at her waist. Her Celtic, Southern-voiced football stud looked wickedly sexy with her cum on his chin and mouth.
“Come here, Anna, taste your honey,” he commanded, taking her into his arms and fastening his salty-sweet lips over hers so that she could taste herself on him.
A quiet orgasm raced through her right then and there, just from a kiss. Anna laughed and swallowed his tongue deep into her mouth. The night was far, far from over.
Chapter Four
Kyran fought the need to rip open his fly and fuck Anna in whatever way would have him seated inside of her the fastest. He was aching. Damn if his school teacher hadn’t been amazing when she came. He wanted to feel her convulse and shudder around his cock next time.
Not to mention she was strong. He’d barely managed to hang on when she bucked and writhed in ecstasy. He’d been rewarded with the taste of her cum soaking her pussy and thighs. She’d tasted good. Better than good, she tasted like sex.
Slowly he withdrew, enjoying the sight of her flushed, freckled cheeks and dazed green eyes. Her hair was a mess of half-wet tangles and curls. She looked like she’d just gotten laid.
“Anna, I don’t know how much longer I can stop myself from coming. I need to be inside you, soon.”
She tensed and pulled back before he could catch her.
“I’m sorry. I’ve ruined it for you,” she murmured. “Why do I do that?”
He scowled at her, unsure what he’d said wrong. She looked shy, worried. “My cock is about to bust my fly and you think you’ve done something wrong?”
“It seems like every time I’m with a guy, he loses his erection within seconds of being with me. I don’t want to fail you too.”
“Shit, Anna, I want to come so badly my teeth hurt.” Kyran wanted to prove how much he wanted to fuck her right then, to prove that she was so freakin’ hot he’d nearly jetted at the thought of taking her. To ease her mind, he hugged her close, kissing the top of her head. “But I won’t until I’m buried inside you, feeling your creamy, hot pussy gripping my cock. You won’t fail me because I won’t fail you.”
And that was the problem right there. He’d bet the men she’d been with hadn’t been patient enough to tap her fire, getting themselves off but ignoring her needs. Her clit was small, but supersensitive. He’d known the second he touched it that she’d go numb fast if he zeroed in on only one spot. Her whole pussy needed attention, inside and out.
Kyran couldn’t let her blame herself anymore. She needed a lover to carry her away. Good damn thing he was up for the job of working her out.
She shook her head, trying to back away. “Maybe you should be glad you’re not involved with me. I’m too old for this stuff.”
“Hate to break it to you, sugar, we’re involved. Forget the old boyfriends. Come here,” he demanded, catching her shoulders to bring her back into his arms. “Don’t defeat yourself with me. You won’t have to worry about anything but the next orgasm I’m about to give you.”
Anna put her arms around his waist, anchoring her hands right over his ass. She almost smiled. “I’m not sure I have it in me again so soon. I’m still shaking.”
She wasn’t lying. Her fingers tightened. He felt them trembling. Her whole body shook a little. “Then you’d better prepare for an earthquake, Anna.” He kissed her hard, swallowing whatever she’d started to say.
Anna was the best kisser he’d known. She responded with pure, feminine skill, especially the way her tongue lured his into her mouth and sucked it almost to her throat.
Fuck yeah, she didn’t gag. She swallowed once and adjusted her jaw, drawing breath. Alternately kissing softly and sucking his tongue, drawing him closer and holding on, she had him harder than a battering ram. His jeans were damp and getting wetter.
Pushing his hand between them, he started unbuttoning his fly. The moment he sprang free, she released his mouth and helped with his jeans.
“This might be a little rough the first time around,” he warned, his pants falling to his ankles.
He stepped away from her long enough to pull off the jeans and toss them aside. He straightened and looked at her.
Her smile wavered then, her eyes on his cock. “I knew you were big when I touched you that first time. But seeing you, jeez, Kyran, that’s never going to fit inside of me.” Her voice was so deep and aroused, he felt like a king. He had eight inches of thick, hard muscle to give her.
Damn, if he didn’t get inside her soon he was going to be blitzed by his own cum. No fucking way was he going to jet before getting inside her. He’d not done that since he lost his virginity in the tenth grade.
Taking a deep breath, Kyran wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and balls. Tightening his fingers like a cock ring, he watched her watching him squeeze to avoid jetting.
“You can handle me,” he promised, tightening his grip. “I need your help here.”
“Me?” She took a hesitant step closer.
“Yeah, you, put your hand on me, like I’m doing. Hold on tight, real tight, when I tell you, squeeze,” he urged.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Kyran,” she said, her eyes on his erection. Her tongue slicked out over her lips, making them very wet.
His cock leapt at the sight, pre-cum lubing the head despite his hold on his shaft. Closing his eyes briefly, he swallowed hard to regain control. “You won’t hurt me.”
She stepped closer and he drew her shirt up over her head with one hand, tossing it with his pants.
“Sometime in the future I’m going to take you while you’re wearing my jersey, Anna. I don’t mean one from a souvenir shop, one of mine.”
Now that they were both naked, Kyran jerked her back to him and wrapped her close, enjoying the feel of her bare skin. She was amazingly soft. Strong and physically fit, she matched him better than any woman ever had before.
It didn’t hurt that she liked football, would be great to watch game footage with. He’d welcome her advice. But his thoughts went south the moment Anna kissed him.
Taking initiative, she kissed him harder, her tongue sliding between his lips, then into his mouth. He took over by drawing her into deep kisses that were all about sex and taste and hunger. Where she nipped, he nipped. Where she licked, he did ’til they lost themselves in the pleasure of thrusting, twisting tongues, and dry humping.
Being with her wasn’t just about fucking. Hell yeah, he wanted to be inside her so bad it hurt, but he enjoyed kissing and touching her. He loved the feel of her full, round breasts pressed against his chest. They were as soft and sweet as big Georgia peaches and her pointed nipples rubbed his own.
Wanting more of her, he edged back, sending biting kisses over her chin and throat. She arched as he descended, showing remarkable flexibility and strength as he tongued her nipples.
With a nudge from him, her left hand delved between them and she cupped his balls. “Sonofabitch, that feels good.”
“Yes, it does,” Anna murmured, using her right hand to lift her breast to him. “Kiss me, here.”
Using the flat of his tongue to lap her pink silver-dollar-sized areola, the nipple as plump and pretty as a raspberry, Kyran hissed against her skin. Anna’s fingers caressed his sac, her short nails lightly scratching the hair covering them.
Groaning, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and she cried out, “Kyran!”
“Yeah, talk to me.” Sucking the whole of her areola into his mouth, he drew hard enough to make her buck.
“Ohmigod, Kyran…”
He sucked harder, finally releasing her nipple with a loud pop, her body trembling. “Stroke my cock, get me g
ood and ready.”
“You feel ready to me, Kyran Black,” she said, her fingers curling around his shaft.
She squeezed and pulled her hand toward the head, her fingers stroking the rim, yes, right where he wanted to feel her. Anna used her whole hand, her palm, her fingers, her nails, caressing the head, then pumping and twisting with a strength he’d have used. He liked her hand a hell of a lot more than his.
“Squeeze hard, right here, now.” Straightening, he put his hand over hers to show her what he meant. Anna ringed the base of his dick and circled his balls with her long fingers, squeezing enough to keep him from coming.
“Your cock is amazing, Kyran.” She leaned into him, her mouth touching his. “I should be scared to death of you. But I’m not. You’re so soft here, like velvet.” She licked his lips, edging his teeth, her hand shifting so her thumb played with his cock head, dipping into the weeping hole before using her blunt nail along the sensitive rim.
Fuck that was good, too good, he could feel his eyes roll back, his back arched, thrusting himself into her tight fist made wet with pre-cum. “Here, you’re all hard, veined muscle.” She squeezed him, pumping his shaft and twisting on the way up. “Would you like for me to go down on you?”
“Oh yeah, not now, later, okay?” Kyran said, kissing her to stop the disappointment he saw in her eyes. “I need you too much. Let me catch my breath while I get a—”
“Kyran, wait, we don’t have protection.”
“Nothing to worry about, I’ve got something.” Kissing her softly, he drew back. He knew it wouldn’t take long to sheath himself, but it would give him enough time to ease the need to drive into her just to come.
Kyran caught her close and kissed her again before retrieving his pants.
“We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?” Anna spoke with the slightest tremble.
Finding one of the condoms, he stood up. “‘Course we are,” he said.
“I don’t understand you. If you thought I gave you a bogus number, why bother finding me tonight?”
“Truth, I wanted to know if you’d done it because I moved too fast and scared you. Or if you’d fooled me into thinking there was more between us than there was. If you really weren’t interested, I’d have known soon after coming in here.”
She stared up at him, her eyes wide and her mouth swollen from kissing. She had one hell of a sexy mouth. “I’m sorry for giving the wrong number. I didn’t do it to hurt you.”
He tucked his free hand under her chin. “I didn’t mean to hurt you either. I let my ego keep me from pursuing you sooner. All that’s changed now.” Apologizing with a kiss, he held her close and savored the taste of cinnamon toothpaste and Anna. She was spicy and sweet, sex and woman.
A little nervous, he clenched the foil packet in his left hand and let Anna’s trimmed pubic hair rub against his cock and balls. Soft as silk, her hips rocked back and forth. Her hand worked magic on his shaft.
Almost lost in a haze, he realized her skin was prickled.
“Damn, baby, let me warm you up,” he offered, rubbing her arms, back and shoulders as best he could.
She smiled then, a sweet grin that told him she liked what he said.
“It’s the floor. Makes my feet cold,” she admitted, loosening her grip on him.
“I’ve an idea, stay right here.” He left her long enough to find her griffin costume and set it on the floor. The shower itself was tiled and partitioned with a few stalls. Where they were standing was concrete and dry.
“I’m pretty sure Griffins’ management didn’t have this in mind when they designed that,” Anna said, laughing. She was so pretty right then his heart slammed in his chest.
“I figure it has to be fixed, might as well have it washed too.”
“Has to be cleaned often, it’d stink if it isn’t.”
Quickly, Kyran spread the costume, stood up and held his hand out to Anna. He didn’t want her to lose focus on anything else but what was going to happen.
“Step onto the magic carpet and let’s see how high we can fly,” he said.
Her fingers touched his, awareness spreading from his hand to his heart to his balls. She didn’t hesitate to join him. The thick foam of the costume cushioned their feet and warmed their toes. Anna moved in, kissing his cheek.
Just like that, he’d lost his fight for control. He needed her, soon, now. Kissing her hard, he stepped back long enough to tackle the foil package still in his hand.
“Can I help?” she offered.
“Hell yeah,” he said, tearing the packet with his teeth.
Anna took it from him, going to her knees. Her mouth was level with his groin and it took everything in him to keep from grabbing her hair and guiding that sexy mouth to his dick. Her hair was a mess, her face flushed, her gaze lifting to meet his. She was beautiful.
“You really are beautifully built,” she murmured, using one hand to caress his erection.
“Careful, I’m close,” he warned.
She nodded, blowing warm breath over his cock head. His head lulled back. Aching for her, he waited, anticipating her mouth.
“Anna, put the fucking condom on.”
“I am.” She sounded pleased. He closed his eyes. Holding his shaft steady, she used her other hand to sheath him. He helped a little, but he was so close to blowing, he didn’t risk more.
“Thank you for this, Kyran,” she said, kissing the head of his cock through the condom.
Hell, she was thanking him for protecting her, and he damn near fell in love with her for kissing his cock.
Groaning, he opened his eyes and grabbed her shoulders, hoisting her up.
“Thank you for this, Anna,” he said, their bodies came together. His cock slid between her thighs. Sweet heat engulfed him from head to balls.
“Oh yes,” she murmured, her head falling back on her shoulders. He thrust between her pussy lips but didn’t enter her. The head of his cock poked at her puckered ass, causing her to jolt to her toes and moan as he seated his erection against her sex. She enveloped him, her labia fluttering all around him.
Enjoying the feel of being this close to fucking her, he thrust and pulled back. Anna’s hips parried him, her vulva brushing against his balls each time he surged, the tip brushing her asshole. He didn’t want to fuck her ass. Well, at least not yet, he was too big for her to take without pain. They were a long way from that level of trust. He just wanted to tease her, to make her hotter. And she was already hot as freakin’ hell.
Feeling her warmth through the thin condom, knowing her wetness would add to the lubricated, sensitizing latex, he kept kissing and caressing her.
Anna was a strong lover. She thrust and touched, moaned and scraped her nails over his shoulders. She gasped eagerly when he reached between them and began to slap his cock against her pussy lips and clit.
She seemed to like having her breasts crushed against his chest. To be taken with an edge of roughness. Her thrusting was instinctive and rhythmic. He was so turned-on he didn’t know how long he’d last once he was inside her.
“You ready, sugar?” he asked, taking a deep breath.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“You’re sure? There’s no turning back if you say yes.”
“Yes.” Confidence rang in her voice and Kyran guided her to her knees. Wanting to look at her when he entered her, he nudged her until she was laid out on the mascot’s costume, looking up.
Damn, she was amazing all stretched out, her knees slightly bent and thighs spread to accommodate his body, arms above her head.
“You are beautiful, Anna,” he praised, catching her thighs and spreading them wider.
Her pussy was vibrant pink, her labia swollen and dripping with juices. Her clit was plump and erect. Using one hand to keep her spread open, he used the other to swipe her cream along her folds and hole.
Her whole vagina pulsed, her thighs arching. “Kyran, please,” she begged, hoisting her hips up to seek out his fingers.
Answering, he plunged his middle finger deep into her, using his thumb to caress her sensitive clitoris. Jesus, she was ready, so hot and wet, it felt like she’d branded his hand.
“Hell yeah, you’re soaking wet for me.” He shoved a second finger into her and she writhed, tossing her head back and forth while he speared her, her hips thrusting back at his fingers. He was tempted to add a third, but she was fucking his hand hard. She needed the real thing.
“Want my cock now?” he asked, thrusting his fingers into her so she’d arch like a bow.
“You know what I want,” she panted.
Loving the way her mouth parted and her breasts bounced, he withdrew his hand to lather the condom with her cum. Unable to wait, he settled on top of her, pushing his hips between her thighs until he was seated inside of her. Holding back from going deep, he gave her just his cock head. Damn, her muscles shuddered in an attempt to get him to move deeper. To slow down, he set his hands over hers, above her head, ready to surge into her.
“Say it, Anna, tell me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, Kyran, or I’ll go to that club after all!”
“Like hell you will.” He drew back and plunged, parting her silken walls in one long, hard thrust.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” she cried out, arching to catch his withdrawal and take his thrust. Her eyes had rolled back, her mouth opening and closing. Hoarse little cries escaped her kiss-swollen lips. Her murmurs made him smile.
He was made to fuck Anna James. She could take whatever he gave, demand what she wanted.
“Don’t leave yet,” she whimpered as he withdrew to the tip.
“It’s okay.” He shifted up, repositioning her by bringing her legs up and over his shoulders, lifting her ass off the costume. Wanting to drive in hard and fast, he speared her in one long thrust and held still, for a second. “I’m not going anywhere, Anna.”
She clawed at him and he withdrew, thrust, loving it. He didn’t take her easy. He was too far gone, but she cried out for more.
“Yes, Kyran, harder…yes.”
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