by Marie Jermy
“You know, Ross, before Harknett left this world for the next, I rather enjoyed you kissing me.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm-hmm. And I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely. And I wouldn’t mind it now.”
“Yeah?”
Her tone held a smile. “Is, ‘yeah’ all you can say?”
“Yeah.”
She giggled and put on a thick German accent. “Ve hav vays of making you talk.”
He finally lifted his gaze from her breasts and met her eyes. “And I have ways of making you moan,” he declared, making her do just that.
Ross curled an arm around Jessica’s slender waist and maneuvered her to straddle him, her thighs on either side of his. While her fingers sifted the hair curled at his nape, he tugged hers loose from its braided topknot. Mesmerized, he watched the glossy tresses tumble, the herbal scents of her shampoo hitting his nostrils in undulating waves.
She tilted her head and inched closer, her whiskey-smelling breath mingling with his as he pressed his lips to hers, their tongues meeting for another wild and erotic dance lesson.
After quite a few minutes of oral exploration, Ross drew back. “Is that what you had in mind?” he asked, expertly masking his excitement. He hadn’t imagined her response. She was melting into him.
“That, and a whole lot more.”
Oh, yes! “Take your shirt off.”
With every button Jessica slowly undid, Ross felt sure he was going to combust. He helped her pull the cuffs off her wrists, then slipped his hands around her back and unhooked her bra. As he dropped the bra and the shirt on the floor, he caught her grimace as she glanced down.
He gently cupped her face. “What’s wrong?”
“They’re too small.”
Ross surveyed the dainty pair of creamy-white breasts and dusky-rose-pointed nipples. Yes, they were small, but they were lovely, and in his opinion the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. “They’re perfect,” he told her. “And so much better in the flesh.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? You’ve dreamt about my tits?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He placed his hands over the dainty mounds and gently massaged them. Her already erect nipples pressed farther into his palms, and he rolled each of the tight buds between his thumb and forefinger, making them pucker more. She arched her back, and he took the opportunity to draw one nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing with light licks and flicks.
She moaned and arched further. Quick learner that he was, he became firmer with his ministrations, squeezing the soft flesh and sucking on the tight bud. Soon, she was jiggling around on the cushion that was still in his lap, moaning blissfully when he buried his head in her cleavage, his stubble rasping against her satiny-soft skin.
He’d once been slightly put off to discover that Jessica never used deodorant and liked wearing perfume even less. Something about chemicals used, she’d said. Despite knowing there were chemical-free products on the market, he wasn’t about to argue with what she believed in.
And wasn’t what Jessica believed in going to bite him in the ass later?
But anyway, reverse five seconds…With his lips pressed against her velvety skin, his nose detecting a natural, earthy odor from two seriously gorgeous underarms, Ross—when he felt a pearl of pre-cum leak from his cock—decided that there was nothing more of a turn-on than au naturel.
He circled both hands around to cup her ass. The denim was impossibly stretched. His hands moved around to the front, and he popped the button and lowered the zipper, then attempted to ease the jeans down. Due to her position, however, and the sweet curve of her ass, he barely managed a couple of inches.
He gave her a gentle push backwards. “Take your jeans off. And your panties. Although I don’t think you’re wearing any. I can’t detect a VPL.” She stood and slipped her kitten heels off, shaking her head as she did so. “What?” he asked.
“You. Fancy you knowing about a VPL.” She then stopped and seemed to think for a minute. “Then again, you’re addicted to shopping. Sometimes done at the craziest of times I might add. If you were to stand up now and proclaim to writing articles for women’s magazines advising how to combat everything from cellulite to PMT, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid.”
“Thanks. I think.”
Her jeans were off in ten seconds. Her minuscule thong—Ross had been wrong on that score—followed a nanosecond later. He groaned at the sight of her waxed pussy and the dewy, narrow line of curls that hid her clit. Jessica then removed the cushion from his lap. She traced a finger down the flagpole-sized cock straining against the zipper, concern showing on her face.
“That looks uncomfortable.”
“Never mind about that. Come here.” He took her hand in his and tugged Jessica to straddle his lap again. The second she had, he slid one of his hands between her legs and pushed his middle finger into her pussy. She was so wet and warm, and he groaned again. He boldly added another finger and brushed his thumb over the nub of her clit, and her gasp was one of pure rapture.
Ross never missed a beat as he brushed his thumb over her clit and moved his fingers in and out of her pussy with a rhythm he had perfected over time. Dear God, she was wet. Her juices squelched and slid down his fingers. And her sweet moans. Ross didn’t think he’d ever heard anything sexier in his life. She began rocking against his palm, and he knew she was on the edge of coming.
“Look at me,” he instructed when Jessica lolled her head back. “I want to see your face when you come.” She immediately stared into his eyes. The amber flecks were glowing. Something broke loose inside of him, and he rammed his fingers in deep. She cried out and, clutching at his shoulders, she came, her pussy clenched tight around his fingers.
He withdrew his hand and she sagged against him, her breasts crushed on his chest, her breathing hot and labored in his ear. He smiled at the feel of her thudding heart against his. He wrapped his arms around her. His fingers were sticky, and the scent of her cum teased him. Lifting his hand, he licked her creamy cum off. Mmm, nice. She’d felt good and now she tasted good, too. He couldn’t wait to taste what his fingers had fucked.
“Jess, I want you in my bed,” Ross said after a short while. He observed the medley of emotions crossing her face, ranging from fervor to hesitancy, before adding, “We are doing the right thing, taking our friendship to the next level.”
“I know,” she murmured.
Jessica went to stand up, but Ross didn’t want her leaving his arms anytime soon. He shifted to the edge of the sofa, crossed her legs behind his back and, holding her tightly against him, got to his feet, not even wobbling, and carried her into his bedroom.
She laughed. “My, my, a real-life Superman. Are they blue jeans you’re wearing or tights?”
His deep chuckle reverberated through her body. After laying Jessica on his bed, Ross, his body ablaze with a lifetime of pent-up hunger, began unbuttoning his shirt. “I think I’m wearing too many clothes.”
Jessica moved to the edge of the mattress. “You can say that again,” she agreed, freeing his shirt from the waistband of his jeans.
“I think I’m wearing too many clothes.” He laughed at her scowl, then hissed and jumped backwards when she yanked the zipper down. “Whoa, go easy! Or don’t you want to find out that my cock is as good as my fingers at bringing you off?”
“Big head.”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Ross agreed, acting with over-the-top modesty as he looked downwards. His cock, long and thick, jutted proudly from his boxers, primed for pleasure.
This time, Jessica laughed and pulled him back toward her. She helped him remove his clothing until he stood naked in front of her. A sigh dropped from her lips as she ran a finger through his chest hair. “What’s that sigh for?” he asked, wanting to know.
“Your chest hair does taper down to your stomach.”
“Oh.” He didn’t know
what else to say. Another sigh sounded when she fixed her attention on his cock. He drew in a deep breath, knowing exactly what she wanted to do. He wanted it too, but he wanted to fuck her with his mouth more. She seemed to have the same idea because Jessica then rested on her elbows back across the sheets. A wicked glint lit up in her eyes.
“Tell me, Ross, is your tongue as good as your fingers?”
He returned her wicked glint with a wicked grin. “You read my mind. Open your legs and you’ll find out.” She readily obliged, spreading her legs wide, and he kneeled on the floor. He stole a couple of moments to sample her belly button and the soft pelvic dips. Then, using his thumbs, he gently parted her slick pussy lips and flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. “How am I doing?”
“Don’t you dare stop!”
He chuckled. “Lay back and enjoy.”
Again, Jessica obliged. He swept his tongue across her clit in dozens and dozens of caresses. Her sweet taste filled his mouth and her sweet moans filled his ears. When her sweet moans intensified, signaling she was close to the edge, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and switched from licking to sucking her clit. Her hands fisted the sheets and, bowing her hips up off the bed, she again cried out as she came.
Her creamy cum flowed over his tongue, and Ross didn’t want to stop, but the thought of her fucking his cock with her mouth won over. He shrugged Jessica’s legs from his shoulders and sat cross-legged on the floor. “Mmm, tasty.”
“Get yourself and your cock on this bed now. It’s my turn to play.”
“Say please.”
She bolted upright and pinched one of his nipples hard, making him yelp. “It’s not a good idea to make me angry.”
“Why, do you turn green?” She went to pinch his other nipple. “All right, all right!” he cried, swiftly lying down beside her. “Play away. But please, be gentle with me.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Oh shit, he was in trouble, Ross thought as Jessica straddled him. Both hands braced for support, she gave him a quick kiss on the mouth, then inch by inch, nipped, licked, sucked, and kissed all the way down his body to his feet, deliberately bypassing his cock.
“Tease,” Ross accused as Jessica again bypassed his cock on her upward journey.
“Start moaning and I’ll stop teasing.”
She rolled her eyes when he thrashed his head from side to side and moaned, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” aloud. He grinned. “How’s that?”
“Very funny.”
“Believe me, Jess, you wrap that beautiful mouth of yours around my cock and the little green men on Mars will hear my moans.”
“Do you believe in Santa Claus and the tooth fairy, too?”
“Now who’s being funny? Ohhhh,” he moaned when she twirled her tongue over the engorged head of his cock, lapping up the drops of pre-cum that had accumulated in the slit.
Ross’s moans got progressively louder as Jessica first nibbled up and down his rigid cock, then traced the same path, this time with the tip of her tongue, before licking the head as if he were a lollipop.
She drew back slightly. “My, my, you are vocal, aren’t you?”
“You ain’t heard nothing yet.”
She smiled as she circled one hand around the base of his cock and palmed his balls in the other, rolling them gently. He moaned softly, but when she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him to the back of her throat, his moan was loud enough to wake the dead.
Jessica’s deep sucking and ball-rolling actions drove Ross all the way to the edge of insanity, and he began thrashing his head from side to side for real. Not being able to take the exquisite torture anymore, he placed a hand in her hair and gently tugged her off him. “Please, Jess, I’m gonna shoot if you don’t stop.”
“Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”
“Well, yeah, you know I do, but—”
“But nothing. Shoot your load in my mouth, Ross.”
Her soft command had him groaning and tugging her back onto his cock. Holding her hair away from her face, he watched as she took him into her mouth. He felt her relax her throat and then his cock slid deeper. She met his gaze and started to suck and, oh, fuck, he was coming! His hands holding Jessica’s head steady, he closed his eyes and shot his cum down her throat.
His hands flopped to the bed, and his body felt relaxed and loose. His breathing evened out and his heart slowed to a more manageable beat. While Ross lay there, Jessica made sounds of approval that made him smile. Then he realized she was moving her head back and forth. He opened his eyes. Jessica was eating his cock, wrapping her hot lips around him, sucking him deep into that equally hot mouth of hers, and making him harder than what he had been before.
“That’s it, Jess,” he encouraged. “Make me hard again. I want to stick a condom on my cock and then stick my cock inside you.”
She waggled her brows in amusement, and then slowly released his cock from her mouth. It glistened from her saliva. “Condoms?”
He reached a long arm out toward the drawer of his bedside cabinet. Frustratingly, his fingertips were mere millimeters away.
“Here, let me,” Jessica offered, moving up over him until her thighs rested either side of his head. He was treated to the erotic sight of her cum-drenched pussy hole. Her cum scent was intoxicating, and though Ross had already sampled her, he knew he had to taste her again. He heard her open the drawer and remove a condom from the box inside. However, before she tore the packet open, he reached for a pillow and shoved it under his head, raising him higher so that his nose butted her clit.
Then, he subjected her pussy hole to a vigorous tonguing, inserting it as far as he could. She cried out and tried to wriggle away, but he held her hips steady with his hands.
“Oh, God, Ross. I’m coming!”
Ross didn’t need for Jessica to tell him that as he could feel it. Her whole body shook, and her pussy hole quivered around his tongue. He greedily lapped at her cum, again not wanting to stop, but Jessica jerked her hips free from his hands.
“Move,” she croaked before collapsing facedown on the bed. Luckily, he was a quick mover.
“Sorry about that,” he said, sounding anything but. “I was thirsty.”
Her voice was muffled against the sheets. “There’s a whole bottle of JD in the kitchen. Couldn’t you have gotten a glass of that to quench your thirst?”
“I could, but you taste much better.”
“Well, I’m all climaxed out. You’re gonna have to make do with a hand job.”
“That’s simply out of the question. I want you to ride me.”
Jessica lifted her head and stared at him. He grinned like the devil as he lay on his side beside her, his elbow propped up and his head resting in his hand. “Screw you,” she said.
“No, screw me.”
“I can’t, Ross, you’ve wiped me out.”
“Okay,” he drawled, taking the foil packet she was still holding. “I’ll just have to screw you then.”
She groaned as he tore the packet open and rolled the condom down his hard cock. “Ross, please.”
“‘Ross, please,’ what? Make me come again?”
Jessica snorted. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Oh, good, I like a challenge.” He laughed, before noticing she did look a little weary. “Jess, let me make love to you. You don’t have to do anything. Just lie back and think of England.”
Her brows rose with surprise. “‘Lie back and think of England’? Where on earth did you get that phrase from?”
“Your mother.” He grinned. “A couple of weeks ago, I overheard her saying it to your dad when she promised him a blow job in return for licking her out.”
She screwed her face up. “Ew, Ross, too much information!”
“Oh, c’mon! You can’t deny your parents are still at it like rabbits. Mine are the same. I only hope I can still perform with that much vigor when I’ve pushed eighty,” he remarked, referring to his father; his mother was twenty-three
years younger.
With a shake of his head, Ross turned back to the matter in hand. Tenderly rolling Jessica over onto her back, he looped an arm around her waist and shifted them both down the bed until her legs dangled over the edge. He took up a semicrouching position on the floor between them.
“Be gentle,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“I promise.”
He readjusted his position slightly, bumping his cock against her wet and creamy pussy hole, then pushed forward, filling her deep, straight, and true. He moved with slow, languorous strokes, withdrawing until he was just out, then re-entering and filling her to capacity. She felt so good it took all of his restraint not to break his promise and hammer into her until their orgasms rendered them both unconscious. He gazed into her deep, blue eyes. The amber flecks were glowing. He lost it. “I can’t…I can’t take it. You’re breaking me apart, Jess.”
“Then do it hard.”
“But my promise.”
“Screw your promise and screw me.” Jessica raked her fingernails over Ross’s shoulders, making him groan and fist the sheets. “I said, screw me. Screw me until I’m screaming and coming over your cock.”
At first, he thought about ignoring her, but then he pulled out and tensed. He looked her straight in the eye, then thrust himself back into her so hard the bed shook.
“Again,” she urged, her breath catching in her throat at the ferocity of his gaze.
Ross inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, withdrew, then slammed back in. Feeling her inner pussy muscles squeezing his cock, urging him on, he fucked her hard, his pace fast, his thrusts powerful, his angle deep and straight.
A sheen of perspiration covered his body, making them both slippery and hot, but still he carried on. Then, she was screaming as her body rocked from her orgasm. Her intense contractions sent him flying, and he shuddered as he climaxed, pumping hard, shouting harder, until he felt sure he had left this universe for the next.
Jessica recovered first. Ross’s head was buried in her neck, his body laying heavily over hers. Broiled from his body heat and breath, she tangled her fingers in the moist hair at the back of his neck and gently tugged him. He groaned and nestled closer. She tugged harder. She got no response so moved her fingers down and scraped her nails across his dewy shoulders, almost drawing blood. That got a response. He yelped and drew back sharply.