by E. L. Todd
When his jeans were loose, I pulled them down to his ankles, his bulge defined in his boxers. The length curved to the side and almost poked out the top over his left hip. I already knew he was impressive because I’d stroked my hand from his tip to his base, but seeing it again just made my body shiver.
He was one hell of a man.
I got on my knees despite the hardwood floor then gripped his boxers on either side of his hips.
He stared down at me, the black desire written in his eyes. He wouldn’t stop me this time—because he didn’t have the strength to.
I dragged the boxers down his hips as each inch of him was revealed. First, it was the swollen head with the thick vein that trailed underneath. Then it was the rest of him. I moved slowly so I could appraise all of him. I knew exactly how he felt in my hands, but I’d never been able to see him.
Wow.
I pulled his boxers all the way to his ankles, his cock hanging out and pointed directly at my face. It curved slightly to the left, and that one tiny flaw made it even sexier. I’d never been anxious to see a man’s package before. They were all the same and not exactly sexy. But his…his was a different story.
Instead of looking proud like I suspected he would, he seemed only to care about my reaction to him. He watched me like a scientist looking through a microscope, paying attention to all the intricate details of my expression.
I wasn’t a master at giving blow jobs, and I didn’t particularly enjoy giving head. It was a tedious task and the guy always made it drag out as long as possible even though he didn’t bother doing the same during intercourse. But I wanted to do this.
I wanted his dick in my mouth.
He’d probably gotten head that was out of this world, and I would never compete with that kind of pleasure. He had a specific taste for kinky and sexy girls. I was neither one of those things, more like the good girl next door.
I tried not to think about the others because they didn’t matter. He and I were different. I wasn’t saying I was special, but I did believe whatever we had was the most meaningful relationship either one of us had ever experienced. There was trust there, along with a lot more.
Once I stopped thinking about anything but the two of us, I began. My mind was clear, so I just went with my instincts.
He took a deep breath, a moan accompanying it.
Knowing he was turned on by what I was doing, I kept going. I made sure every inch was touched with loving kisses and my tongue applied the right pressure in the right areas. I felt the moisture pool between my legs and realized just how much I enjoyed doing this—and not just because he liked it.
I pulled away slightly until the tip of his cock was pressed against my closed lips. I gave his head a gentle kiss, tasting the juice that formed a distinct droplet at the end.
Volt watched me, his arms hanging by his sides. His breathing had never slowed down after we’d begun, and he was the perfect fantasy I’d touched myself to a hundred times. He was all muscle and power, and he had the most beautiful eyes in the world.
I placed my mouth around his tip and sucked gently, drawing out his pleasure for as long as possible. I didn’t move down his base, sticking to exactly where I was. I looked into his eyes as I wiped my tongue across his head, tasting more of him.
His hand dug into my hair, and he stared at me possessively, like he wanted me to suck him off until the end of time. His fingers tightened around my hair, yanking on my scalp slightly. “Baby…”
Now I was soaked. I could feel arousal pool in my panties, weighing them down.
I slowly pushed him to the back of my throat, feeling every inch of him stretch me apart as I willed my gag reflex to remain calm. If I coughed and ruined this moment, I would be embarrassed forever. I wanted him to enjoy this—as much as I was enjoying it.
“Fuck.” He fisted my hair tighter, moving his hips into me.
The more he got into it, the more turned on I became. My body was flushed with heat and sweat formed on the back of my neck, but it wasn’t from the exertion. It was from the fire between my legs.
He pumped into me, his face tinted with desire, and he tensed noticeably as he moved. “Baby, I’m going to come…”
I opened my mouth wider in response, my tongue acting as a landing strip for his cock. My fingers massaged his sac at the same time.
He took a sharp intake of breath before he thrust into me harder. His fingers pulled on my hair tighter, keeping my neck back and my throat exposed. He groaned as he moved into me, and when he hit his release, I nearly hit mine.
He stayed deep in my throat as he exploded. His hot seed hit the back of my throat and slowly slid down into my body. I could taste him. It was salty and bitter at the same time—and I liked it.
He stayed inside me even when he was finished, catching his breath and allowing the blood to return to the rest of his body. He looked down at me, and our eyes locked together. “Shit, where did you learn to give head like that?” He pulled his dick out, and it began to soften.
My face reddened in both joy and embarrassment. Unable to speak, I just shrugged.
“Get up.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. His hands moved to my hips and forcefully guided me back until we entered the bedroom, and I felt the mattress hit the back of my knees. He laid me down before he lifted my legs from the floor and stripped my heels off.
I knew exactly what was coming. And my body practically screamed in excitement. It wasn’t about getting off after being so hard up. It was about Volt pleasing me, making me feel as good as I made him feel. When his mouth was against mine, I was in paradise. What would it be like when his mouth was against my other lips?
He yanked my dress to my ribs then gripped the sides of my black thong. He had been going a million miles an hour a second ago, but now he slowed things way down. He fingered the lace of my underwear, feeling the soft skin of my hips underneath.
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch everything he was doing. I wanted to see him enjoy me the way I enjoyed him.
He kissed the skin just below my belly button then trailed his kisses to my hips. His hands abandoned my panties, and he kissed my inner thighs, making me tense and coil with pleasure. The area was so sensitive. I never knew a kiss in that spot could feel so majestic.
He lavished my exposed areas with his mouth before he dragged my panties off. He pulled them over my ass and down my hips. When my intimate area was exposed, he didn’t look. His eyes were locked to mine, watching my reaction to everything he was doing.
He slipped my panties off and dropped them on the floor of his bedroom, where so many other women had dropped theirs. Then he kneeled at the bed and scooted my ass toward the edge. He wore a hungry expression, like a famished animal desperate for nourishment.
He grabbed my ankles and spread them apart, his fingers tight around my ankles. He leaned far over me, our foreheads touching. I was so excited I could barely breathe. My hands clung to his shoulders. “I’ve imagined this a hundred times—and I’ve jerked off to it.” He gave me a hard kiss on my mouth before he moved his face between my legs. He released my ankles and slid his hands down to my thighs before he gave the first kiss.
My head immediately tilted back, and my eyes closed. My hands clamped over his, and I dug my nails into his skin, fighting back the scream that already formed in the back of my throat.
He took me aggressively, fucking me with his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing—and he was so damn good at it.
“Volt…” I loved saying his name. I loved hearing it. I loved knowing he was mine.
He pulled his lips away then rubbed his fingers over the swell of my clit. His lips were shiny from my arousal, and the hungry expression was still there. He was just satisfied minutes ago, but it seemed like he wanted more. He hooked his finger and slipped it inside me, feeling my soaked and soft flesh. “Oh shit…you’re wet.”
“For you.”
His eyes darkened even more. He slip
ped another finger inside me, rubbing right against my G-spot. He watched my reaction to every move he made, spiraling out of control just the way I was.
Just when I was about to hit my trigger, he pulled his fingers away. “Wrap your legs around my head.” He grabbed my thighs and hooked them around himself as he pressed his face into me again.
I squeezed him tightly and fisted the sheets. My body arched naturally when I felt the collision begin. His tongue set me aflame, and I felt the burn deep in my core. It spread like a wildfire, burning everything it touched. When it reached my center, my threshold, I ignited. “Oh god, oh god, oh god…” I couldn’t breathe, it felt so good. “Volt…oh, Volt.” I enjoyed every second of my bliss as I spiraled into oblivion. My body felt so alive it felt dead. I reached my peak of pleasure before I slowly descended back down to earth, like a feather on the wind. My legs relaxed and allowed Volt to come up for air.
He leaned over me and stared at the satisfied look on my face. He wanted more even though he had so much. “I want to make you come again.” He dug one hand into my hair before he gave me a slow kiss. I could taste myself on his mouth, and he could taste himself too.
He didn’t ask a question, but I knew he wanted an answer. “Yes.”
He kissed the corner of my mouth before he moved down my body to the apex of my thighs. He spread me open again before he shoved his face between my legs.
And I lay back and enjoyed it.
***
The entire time I was in the shower I had a smile on my face.
I massaged my scalp with shampoo and conditioner and felt the water run down my body. The area between my legs was still hot and fiery, and I couldn’t get the image of Volt’s face pressed against me out of my head. Never in my life had I had two orgasms in one day.
How did I keep my hands off him for so long?
After I dried off and fixed my hair, I walked into his bedroom. It wasn’t until I was already in there that I realized I didn’t have any makeup on. It came off under the water, and I was self-conscious without it. Volt had seen me bare before, but he wasn’t my boyfriend at the time.
Volt was sitting up in bed with an open book in his lap. His black glasses were on the bridge of his nose, and the wide frames looked cute on his face. I never thought he could look hotter than he already did—but he surprised me.
I got in bed beside him while hiding my face. Once I turned off my bedside lamp, I felt more comfortable since he couldn’t see my naked face as well. I had a few marks here and there, and my eyes looked dull and small without eyeliner.
Volt ignored his book and looked at me instead. His chest was bare because he only slept in his boxers. His body was hard like a slab of steel. Even in the dark, the intricate lines of muscle were prominent. “What are you doing way over there?”
“You look busy.”
“Never too busy for you.” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his side.
I rested my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around his waist. He was too hard to be a teddy bear but just as comfortable. I breathed in his scent and felt it lull me to a beautiful place.
He opened his book again while resting his fingers on my head. Slowly, he ran them through the strands as his eyes followed along with the pages. His heart thumped dangerously slow, a distant beat that accompanied a beautiful song.
My eyes scanned the words on the page, and I realized I’d read the book before. “Harry Potter?”
“Yeah. So what?”
“I just…doesn’t seem like a book you would read.”
“And it’s not. I’m trying to find a good book for Clay. But I think this is too easy for him.”
“It is?” I asked in surprise.
“He’s progressed pretty far. I’m just not sure what to start him on. I want him to read every night before he goes to sleep. Reading helps vocabulary, among other things.”
“Natalie teaches English. I could ask her.”
“But she probably wouldn’t answer—since she has Jared’s tongue down her throat.”
“True.”
His fingers brushed along my ear, making me tingle.
I thought our dirty foreplay would be the highlight of my day, but I realized I loved this even more. Just lying together in bed and getting ready to go to sleep was so…nice. We’d done it a hundred times, but now it felt different. I was so happy, my heart actually ached. My stomach felt queasy from the constant butterflies. My body felt numb because it was so charged all the time.
Volt turned his head slightly, his lips brushing across my forehead. He rested them there, giving me a sweet kiss.
I closed my eyes because it felt so heavenly.
I melted right then and there.
And if I died, I’d be okay with it.
***
I heard a distant knock in my sleep. A black door stood in my dream. Someone banged his fist against the wood, but I couldn’t open the door. It remained shut, hiding whatever waited on the other side.
The bed shifted underneath me, something heavy disappeared from my side. It felt cold, like the sun had been snatched from my grasp. The sound of footsteps against the hardwood floor echoed in my ear.
That’s when I woke up.
Volt was gone.
I grabbed the sheets where he’d been and felt the heat still burn from where he lay. His glasses sat on the nightstand, along with his phone and book. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, but I didn’t see him anywhere.
Voices came to my ears. They sounded like distant whispers. I wasn’t even sure if I heard them at all.
I slipped out of bed in just his t-shirt and poked my head out of the open doorway. Across the living room, at the front door, stood Volt. He was talking to someone on the threshold.
I squinted my eyes and looked at the time on the TV.
It was three a.m.
I turned back to the doorway and saw a curvy woman standing there. She had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. She wore a trench coat and heels, and something told me there was nothing underneath that jacket.
As I suspected, it opened, revealing her completely naked body.
She must be one of Volt’s regulars.
I’d seen enough, so I marched to the front door and pushed Volt aside. “Volt is off the market. Sell your goods to someone who’s buying.” I slammed the door in her face and locked the chain before I went back to bed. I was tired and annoyed from being stirred from my perfect sleep.
I jumped back into bed and pulled the covers up. It didn’t feel as comfortable without Volt sharing the bed with me. It wasn’t nearly as warm. I pulled the blankets higher over my shoulder, but that didn’t feel right.
Volt came back to bed and slid under the covers beside me. He sighed in annoyance, irritated with me or the woman who just paid him a visit.
I didn’t care.
I wrapped my arm around his stomach and snuggled into his side, my face resting on his chest just as it was before my night was rudely interrupted.
When Volt felt me grab on to him, he flinched in surprise. He hooked his arm underneath my neck to support me. Then he stared.
I could feel it. “Hmm?”
“I thought you would be mad.”
“I admit I’m annoyed I was woken up, but mad? No.”
“I meant mad at me for having a visitor.”
“How are you supposed to stop people from coming to your front door? It’s a free country.”
“I just…you really aren’t pissed at me?” he asked incredulously.
“Why would I be?”
“Because a woman just showed up to my apartment and flashed me.”
“Yeah, that was pretty skanky. I wouldn’t have done that.”
He kept staring at me.
This conversation wasn’t going to end, so I sighed heavily and looked at him. “What?”
“You aren’t jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous?” It was absurd. “I’m the one sleeping in this bed with you.
She’s not. She can take a hike.”
The unease left his face, replaced by fondness. “I’m glad you trust me.”
“You’re my best friend. Of course I trust you.” I closed my eyes and felt his warmth fill the bed, acting as a personal heater only I could enjoy. Knowing I had to deal with all his booty calls irritated me, but it was a small price I had to pay in order to be happy. I could deal with it.
He tightened his hold on me and rested his chin on my head. “Every hour, every week, every day without you was torture. But you were worth the wait.”
***
“Why do you look like a buffoon right now?” Sara sipped her cosmo as I sat across from her.
“Because I am a buffoon.”
“Pray, do tell.” She said it in an annoying British accent.
“So, you remember Volt?” I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. It was permanently ingrained there. My cheeks felt like they just got a serious round of Botox.
“Yeah…” She set her drink down, intrigued. “What about him?”
“Well…I haven’t called you because I’ve been too busy making out with him.”
She rolled her eyes so hard it probably hurt. “About damn time. Shit, that took you guys almost a year. Pathetic.”
“Yeah…but whatever. Better late than never, right?”
“More like, really late.”
I waved down the bartender and ordered my drink. I was in a festive mood so I got a Long Island iced tea—even though five o’clock had just rolled around. My cheeks were starting to hurt from the excessive smiling.
“How did this happen?”
I told her the story from beginning to end, including running into Sage.
“Wow. I’m surprised he wasn’t more pissed off.”
I shrugged. “He’s a nice guy. It’s not really in his nature to hold a grudge.”
“I don’t know… He was pretty ticked when you kept picking Volt over him.”
And he had every right to be mad after the way everything worked out. “He was just frustrated. Don’t blame him.”