Pleasured By You

by Steph Nuss

  “What a good idea,” she said, smiling up at me. “I should start doing that with mine.”

  She studied the recipe, rattling off all the ingredients aloud to herself and then she shook her head. “Who would’ve thought to put these two flavors together?”

  “Tatum Haney,” I answered. “She was always trying weird shit. It usually tasted good though.”

  “That’s all that matters,” she said, slipping the paper back into its page. She started to turn the page, but I reached for the binder and closed it. “Hey, I wasn’t done looking at that. Your mom has some really good ideas in there.”

  “I’m done talking about my parents.” I moved the binder and the book of baseball cards back to the coffee table, and then relaxed back into the couch.

  She eyed me playfully, her lips curling up into a mischievous smile. “So, what do you want to talk about then?”

  “I don’t really feel like talking anymore,” I said, bringing my lips to her neck.

  “Is that right?” Her fingers ran through my hair, making me ache for more of her touch.

  “Mhm.” Grazing my teeth along her neck, I sucked my way up to her ear. Her head fell to the side, giving me more access to her long, sexy neck. It drove her crazy when I loved on her like this, nipping at her flesh, kissing and sucking on her.

  In a breathy voice, she asked, “What do you wanna do?”

  “I want to pleasure you.” I tugged on her earlobe and the tiniest whimper fell from her. “I want to take my slow, sweet time pleasuring you until you can’t handle it anymore, until you’re begging me to stop.”

  She pulled back slightly and stared into my eyes. Her look was a mix between disbelief and excitement, but any hesitation she had quickly vanished as she slid off my lap and stood in between my legs, gazing down at me innocently.

  I’d never really taken my time with women. Sure, I took whatever they offered me, and I gave myself to them until I came, but nothing beyond that. But I’d taken my time with Bayler Jennings ever since she came back into my life again. I was giving her pieces of myself, getting to know her, and ravaging her whenever she’d let me. Every moment I spent with her was another page in my portfolio, an added event in my life that I knew I’d never forget. I wanted to worship the body that stood before me because she was a fucking angel. A beautiful, defiant angel, but an angel nonetheless.

  I reached out to grasp her hips. I needed to feel her, but she stepped back out of my reach. A wicked smile played at her lips as she grabbed the hem of her shirt.

  “If you get to pleasure me, then I get to pleasure you,” she said, tossing her cotton top to the floor.

  “No complaints here.” I leaned back to enjoy the view of her tits nearly spilling out of the cups of her bra and instantly felt myself grow unbearably hard.

  She popped the clasp of her bra and let the silky material slowly fall away. Her tits jiggled slightly as she reached up to her ponytail and gave me a questioning look.

  “Hair up or down?”

  “Down,” I gritted, never taking my eyes off her chest. “I want your hair down so I can run my fingers through it and tug.”

  The elastic band of her ponytail holder hit my face, and I smiled up at her, giving her my full attention.

  She stepped forward and grabbed both of my hands, placing them on the front of her jeans. “Take my jeans off.”

  Pulling her closer, I unbuttoned and started to push the denim and her panties down over her curves. Sliding the material further south, my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, so I wrapped my lips around one of her rigid nipples and began sucking. Once I had her completely naked, she languidly crawled back into my lap, straddling my hips as I moved over to her other breast and held her soft, warm body close.

  She held my head to her chest, running her fingernails along my scalp with every flick and tease of my tongue across her luscious tits. When I’d sink my teeth into her, she’d pull at my hair, silently begging me for more. I could do this all day to her: feast on her body like it was an endless buffet of pleasure, fulfilling both our needs one helping at a time.

  But I broke away from her just as she began to rock her hips against my groin. I enjoyed admiring the need dancing in her eyes. I held her with my left hand as my right slid in between her thighs and sank into her wetness. She was so wet, I damn near came when she pulsed around my fingers.

  “Jesus,” I huffed, slightly pushing my groin up into her as my fingers played with her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

  Digging her nails into my arms, she tossed her head back and rocked against my fingers. Here she was, completely naked, letting me finger fuck her while she withered on top of me, and I’d never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as her. Inhibitions, be damned. Bayler knew what she wanted, didn’t give a damn about how she got it, and fuck if that didn’t make me crazier for her.

  Just as she began to tighten around me, I pulled my fingers from her and lifted them up to my mouth, licking off every ounce of her desire and staring into those dark green eyes of hers. She looked out of breath, her chest heaving up and down and a hint of sweat shimmering on her forehead. Her body was flushed from head to toe, begging for its release.

  I’d give it to her . . . eventually.

  “You’re a bastard,” she said, smiling lazily, her pupils coming back from their dilation. She reached for my shirt and tore it off of me in a rush.

  “I told you, slow and sweet,” I teased, reaching for the button on my jeans. She assisted with getting them down my hips, along with my boxers, and moved off my lap to pull them all the way off. She found the condoms in my pocket, threw them on the table and then sunk down to her knees in front of me.

  “I’ll show you slow and sweet.” She reached for my dick and wrapped her mouth around me, sliding her hot tongue up my shaft torturously slow as I held my breath. Sucking me to the back of her throat, she began moving her hand up and down in tandem with her tongue, and I grew harder with each of her strokes.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I growled, holding her head and rocking my hips up into her. Her mouth felt divine, so soft and warm, so fucking good.

  Just as I was about to enter the sweet hell she promised to deliver me to, about ready to come so hard it fucking hurt, I grabbed her and threw her down on the couch beside me. I grabbed a condom, pulled it on, and then turned to find her laughing softly, her lips pressed together in a devilishly sweet grin.

  I narrowed my eyes at her playfully, and crawled over her. Once I had her legs wrapped around my hips, I leaned down on my elbows, hovering over her beautiful body and I studied her for a moment. Her hands and feet grabbed at me, begging me to finish what we’d started, but when I didn’t immediately give in, she cupped my face and gazed up at me curiously.

  “Fletch,” she said softly, “what is it?”

  “You pushed me out of a plane today,” I said, not expecting those words to come out.

  The expression on her face immediately went from eager to regretful. “I’m so—”

  “No.” I brushed a finger over her lips to stop her. I didn’t need another apology from her. I already knew how bad she felt for doing what she did. What she didn’t know was how much she was changing me. “The view was beautiful today, just like you said it would be.”

  She smiled and linked her arms around my neck. “I’m rarely wrong.”

  I laughed and then covered her mouth with mine, our bodies melting into one another as our kiss deepened. Our tongues united together, being playful one stroke and then seductive the next. She tasted so sweet and womanly, like vanilla with a hint of sex. As I broke away and trailed kisses down her neck, she writhed underneath me, holding me close.

  I moved down her body, kissing every inch of her until my lips met the smooth flesh between her thighs. With her legs resting on my shoulder, I smiled up at her and then ran my tongue through her wet folds. I sucked and licked and devoured every bit of her deliciousness, holding her hips and pulling her further into
my mouth.

  “Oh, God,” she cried, her back arching off the couch. Her thighs tightened around my head, her hands desperately grabbing for something to hold onto.

  But again, as she constricted around my tongue, her orgasm just on the brink of explosion, I backed away and pressed kisses to the insides of her thighs.

  “Seriously?” she groaned, stretching back into the couch. “I can’t take it anymore, Fletcher.”

  I crawled up her, smiling triumphantly, knowing I had her exactly where I wanted her.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down. “I need you.” Her lips settled over mine anxiously, her legs hooked around my hips, the heels of her feet digging into my ass, and I slid into her languidly until I was buried in her depths. I broke away from our kiss and began moving my hips with hers, gazing into her beautiful greens as we found a rhythm.

  “You have me,” I said, threading my fingers through hers. “You have all of me, Bayler.”

  Her breath caught at my words as tears swam in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away.

  “You made me face my fear today,” I grunted, thrusting into her harder. “When you pushed me out of the plane, I didn’t have time to think about all the bad things that could happen.” She met each one of my thrusts with a similar fervor, and stared back at me, listening to each of my words. “All I could think about was you and the beautiful view around me. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you for that.”

  She dug her nails into my skin and shut her eyes, no longer able to hold on. Her body trembled underneath me, release erupting through her. As her body flushed from head to toe and my name fell from her lips, she came undone around me, pushing me toward my own release.

  My grip on her hands tightened, and soon I was riding out my own orgasm, pumping into her ruthlessly and letting go all at once until I could no longer move. Slumped on top of her, exhausted and sated, with her fingers running through my damp hair, I held her close, not ready to disconnect from her, my dick still buried inside of her.

  “Fletcher?” she said softly, her fingers lifting my head to her.

  “Yeah?”

  I watched the mischievous smile creep across her lips, stretching into that full-blown grin of hers I loved so much. “You can thank me like that anytime you want.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The following Saturday, the summer roller derby league at Jones Jym was set to start and the Rosie Rollers had our first bout tonight. We were in the basement of Jones Jym, the room buzzing with excitement as everyone waited for the first bout of the night to begin. The rest of the Rosie Rollers were in the stands already, eager to watch our competition, while I studied the track and my surroundings. For weeks, my team and I had practiced on this track in a room full of silence. Seeing the room come to life with roller derby fans, holding signs for their favorite teams and players, was exhilarating. Tonight, we were facing the Bitches of Brooklyn, and from what I’d heard about them, they were a group of ruthless housewives from Brooklyn and a force to be reckoned with. I couldn’t wait for our turn on the track, but first, the previous league champs, Fletcher’s floozies, were scheduled to kickoff this summer with their first bout against the Harlem Hellions. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in watching them compete.

  As I made my way over to the stands, I caught Fletcher’s eye. He was standing in the middle of the rink, talking with Maverick, Cash, and the Hellions’ coach. He smiled as his eyes continued to follow me up into the stands where I took a seat next to Harper and Elly.

  “How hot does Mav look in that ref uniform!” Harper exclaimed, smiling brightly at us.

  “Gross,” Elly said, shaking her head. “He’s like a brother to me.”

  “Yeah, he’s our niece’s dad,” I said, in agreement with Elly.

  Harper rolled her eyes at our comments and continued watching her man closely. The lights in the basement went out around us and then a spotlight shone on the track. Cash was in the center of the rink with a mic in his hands.

  “Welcome to Jones Jym’s annual summer roller derby league!” he shouted, making the crowd go wild. “My name is Cash Donovan, and I’ll be your emcee for the summer. It’s always a pleasure of mine to introduce the teams, get to know the women behind the nicknames, and give you all a great show! So without further ado, let’s give it up for the Harlem Hellions!”

  The “Harlem Shake” by Baauer blared through the speakers, and a group of black women skated out onto the track. Once the song broke out into its signature chorus, they started waving at the crowd and doing tricks as they flew around the track. Their uniforms consisted of a black racerback top with a large skull on the front and black spandex shorts with white and black striped knee-high socks. Cash announced the starting five by their nicknames, but the only one I focused on was the jammer, Hurricane Heather.

  As Cash finished announcing the Hellions, he walked over to Fletcher and patted his shoulder. “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for,” he shouted, “the reigning league champs for the past two summers, winners of the hottest uniforms for the past four, the women who will have their cake and eat it too, ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the Lucky Lolitas!”

  The crowd erupted around me as Lana Del Rey’s “Lolita” came on and Fletcher’s team moved onto the track, skating along to the music. They were dressed in skimpy black and red pinstripe corset dresses with black short skirts and black thigh-highs with red bows laced through the top. They wore bright red lipstick on their lips, and as they skated by Fletcher, they felt him up and placed a kiss on his cheek, leaving red lip stains on his skin.

  The sight made me want to throw up, and I almost did when Cash announced each girl, specifically their jammer, Bodacious Beth. She obviously was the favorite among the men in the crowd, the way they huddled around the track in an attempt to touch her through the fencing.

  “Does anyone else feel like they’re going to be sick?” Elly asked, cringing at the show going on before us.

  “Definitely,” I said.

  “Me too,” Tessa said, wrinkling her nose.

  “It’s just ridiculous,” Paige said, shaking her head. “I don’t understand how they skate wearing that.”

  “Ladies,” Carter said, waving his hand back at us. “You’re ruining this for Justin and me.”

  Elly slapped the back of his head, and he leaned back into her lap.

  “I mean, you’re ruining this for Justin,” he corrected, smiling up at her.

  “Much better,” she said, leaning down to kiss him.

  Once Cash finished announcing Fletcher’s girls, each team took its place on the track, the jammers a few feet behind the pack. Maverick and the six other refs got into position around the track. A whistle sounded and the pack took off, the girls pumping their arms and skating hard, each team working to build a block for the other team’s jammer. A second whistle blew and the jammers started skating toward the pack, both eager to be the first one through so that she could start scoring points.

  Heather had a slight lead on Beth as they rounded a corner, but it was Beth who breezed her way through the pack thanks to her teammates caging in Heather, disabling her from getting through the pack first. When Heather finally got out of the pack, Beth was already halfway around the track and making her way to the pack again. Fletcher called out a play number, and the Lolitas’ blockers immediately set it into motion by skating ahead of the Hellions’ blockers as Beth crept closer and closer to them.

  The Lolitas’ blockers turned around abruptly and hip-checked all of the Hellions’ blockers as they skated by, knocking them all to the ground, leaving Beth to score four points for the Lolitas. She twirled and skated backwards as she passed the Hellions’ blockers, blowing each of them kisses as she glided by with ease.

  “Wow, the kisses were uncalled for,” I said, shaking my head.

  “She’s a bitch,” Elly said, nodding at Beth. “She pulls shit like that all the time during a jam.” />
  The remainder of the bout went on much the same. Fletcher would call out a play, the blockers would execute it, and Beth would pull some stunt as she scored points, making the crowd go crazy over her antics. The Lolitas ended up winning 52 to 36.

  The Rosie Rollers were up next, and as we made our way to the track, we came face-to-face with the bitch herself and the rest of the Lolitas.

  “You girls must be the new team this year,” Beth said, sizing us up and smiling to her teammates. “What is it again? The Rosie Rollers.” Catty laughs cackled from her and the others. “Good luck, Rosies. You’re gonna need it.”

  “Thanks,” I sneered, speaking for my team. “That’s the first sportsmanlike thing we’ve seen from you all night. Why don’t you girls take a seat and watch us show you how to win graciously.”

  With that, we walked off and took our places so Cash could announce us, along with the Bitches of Brooklyn. The Bitches were dressed in simple black bike shorts and colored tanks. Each of their tops was a different color with the team name on the front and the player’s nickname on the back.

  “Alright, everyone, it’s time for our second bout of the night!” Cash grabbed the crowd’s attention, and they settled down so he could speak. “I know you all know that behind every great man there’s a great woman, and these bitches are no different. Please help me welcome the Bitches of Brooklyn!”

  The chorus of Meredith Brooks’ “Bitch” came over the speakers as the ladies skated around the track waving to the crowd and giving each other high-fives. Mav had told us they were the oldest team in the league, and they competed year-round in various leagues. I instantly respected them for being housewives who had hobbies that went beyond shopping and gossiping.

  As Cash announced each of the team’s starters, I went about stretching one last time before we took the track. Bending over, I touched my hands to the tops of my skates, and that’s when I felt him come up behind me.

  “Looking good,” Fletcher said, grabbing my hips.