by Claire Adams
Before I could make my brain work to figure out what was going on, Zack pulled away from my lips and dropped his mouth to my breasts, kissing along the tops of them, working his way slowly to my right nipple. He cupped the underside of my breast and took my nipple between his lips, sucking and licking. I cried out—a flood of pleasure gushed through me, and I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter as his tongue lapped at the sensitive bud. He teased me for what seemed like an hour—even grazing my sensitive flesh with his teeth sharply enough to send a jolt through me that might have either been pain or pleasure—before he switched to the other nipple. I threaded my fingers in his hair, writhing and twisting, pushing my hips down against his. Through the fabric of my clothes, I could feel the hard ridge of Zack’s cock pressing right up against my soaking wet pussy and I rubbed myself against him, wrapping my legs around him as tightly as I could and rocking my hips.
Zack groaned with my nipple between his lips, his hands on my waist tightening convulsively. “Fuck,” he said, panting, breaking away from my breasts for an instant before he buried his face against them, and nuzzling me. “Evie you’re driving me insane.”
“All your fault,” I managed to say.
Zack sealed my lips with his own before I could elaborate, kissing me so hungrily, so thoroughly that for a moment I thought I might have forgotten how to breathe. He found the zipper on my skirt and tugged at it blindly, not fumbling but somehow not managing to catch it in the right direction for a few moments; I almost laughed—he was just as mindless in his desire as I was. Finally he caught the zipper the right way and tugged it down, loosening the skirt at my waist. He lifted me up from the bed with one arm and pulled the skirt over my hips with the other. I uncoiled my legs from his waist and the fabric fell to the ground, neither of us caring what happened to it. Zack tugged away my panties, almost ripping them in his urgency, throwing them across the room without a look before he kissed me again.
Moments later, he was shifting down onto his knees, his hands rubbing and massaging along my thighs, up to my hips. He spread my legs wider, and sank down in front of me, looking up with eyes almost black with desire.
“You always tasted so good, Evie,” he told me, dragging a finger along my slick labia and bringing it to his lips. He smiled as he sucked it clean. “You still do.”
He buried his face against my pussy and I cried out—not even sure if the sound of my pleasure was drowned out by the music playing over my computer, but not caring one iota as Zack began to suck and lick. He went to work as if he were starving—as if he was dying of thirst and I was a river, the slurping sounds barely reaching my ears. Zack’s tongue played along my inner labia, darting against me to slide into me for just a moment before dancing away, teasingly sliding and slipping right around my clit but never exactly on it. I writhed and moaned out, tangling my fingers in his hair and pushing my hips down against his face, struggling for better contact than his teasing mouth would give me. Zack rubbed up against my clit with his nose even as he sucked my inner labia between his lips, his tongue gliding up and down in a quick fire movement that made me gasp.
Finally, finally, when I was certain I couldn’t possibly take any more teasing, Zack brought his tongue up to my clit and began to lap at it—gently, carefully at first, pausing to gauge my response. I moaned. It felt so good—I had to have more. In moments he was alternating between teasing my clit with his flickering tongue, batting at the bead of nerves so fast I couldn’t even imagine it was possible, and then shifting down to lap up the fluids from my labia, and then back up again. I fell back onto the bed, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other gripping the sheets as tightly as I could as my hips bucked and flexed, my body not under my mind’s control but moving like an animal out of pure instinct. I felt my pussy gushing, my inner walls flexing and fluttering erratically, a sensation like a knot deep down between my hips tightening every moment the sweet torture continued.
In my ears another song roared—but I barely heard it; the pounding of my heart, the sounds of my panting and my moans, my cries of pleasure, were so loud that everything else went away. I lost all ability to judge time—it could have been minutes or hours as my pleasure mounted and mounted and I thought that it was going to drive me insane. When I least expected it, every muscle in my body tensed and I almost shrieked with pleasure, arching up off of the bed, tugging at Zack’s hair without concern and twisting the sheet until it nearly ripped in my hand. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me, hot and cold flashes of sensation working out from my pussy up to my brain, out to my hands and feet, until I was nothing more than a collection of tingling, firing nerves, my whole body so overwhelmed that it might have been pain instead of pleasure that I was feeling. I pushed my hips down against Zack’s face, and he continued his oral assault, lapping up the fluids that gushed out of me, not even slowing down with his tongue against my clit and then between my labia, moving between the two so steadily that I thought it would never end. Just when I was starting to be slightly afraid of that—when I started to wonder if a person could actually come forever—the spasms started to abate, and Zack began to slowly pull back, slowing down and gradually breaking away from my pussy.
I lay panting and shivering, trembling from head to toe, in my bed, naked for Zack to see, wracked with aftershocks of an orgasm so potent I couldn’t even think. I half-heard metallic clattering and the rustle of clothes in a break between songs, and then Zack was climbing into the bed with me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and dragging his lips along my neck, along the line of my jaw until he came to my mouth. He caressed me all over, soothing me instead of teasing me, and I slowly came back to myself by inches, my breath slowing down and my heart finding its usual rhythm once more. Tremors of muscle spasms danced up and down along my arms and legs, and everything below my hips felt unreal as I curled up to Zack’s naked body and buried my face against his chest. That had been more intense than any orgasm I had ever experienced in my life—and I had no idea why. Zack was amazing, but some combination of the emotional high and his newfound skill had culminated in pleasure so intense that I was almost scared to try it again.
After a few moments, I tilted my head back, looking up at him. “That is just not fair,” I told him, smiling slightly.
“What’s not fair?” Zack grinned.
“The fact that you can do that to me. I mean—how long have I been lying here brainless?”
Zack shrugged. “I don’t know—a few minutes maybe.”
I rolled my eyes. I realized with a shock that I could remember feeling Zack’s hard cock pressing against me—and clearly he’d gotten no benefit from going down on me, not like the shattering orgasm I’d been through. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock; sure enough he was still as hard as a rock.
“Yeah, well, be prepared—you’re about to get the same treatment.” I took advantage of his surprise and the fact that his guard was down to knock him onto his back and climbed on top of him, pinning him down against my bed and straddling his hips. Zack smirked up at me, shaking his head.
“I’m willing to concede that you’re good—but you’re not that good. I could hold back if I really wanted to.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Pretty big talk there, son,” I said. “Care to make a wager on that?”
Zack considered it even as he rocked his hips up against mine, letting me feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing against my slick folds.
“Okay. If you make me come in—two songs, that’s about ten minutes—then you can call the pace and the position after.”
“And if you don’t come in two songs?”
“I get to take you however I want.” I thought about it. Zack was good—but he couldn’t know how much better I’d gotten at oral since we’d dated in high school.
“Okay.”
I slithered down along his body, dropping to the floor and steadying myself on my knees. I rubbed and massaged up along the corded muscle of Zack’s thigh
s, as much because I loved the way he felt as to get any effect on him. I kept my gaze on his face as I slowly lowered my mouth, opening it just slightly. When the next song came on, I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick, hard cock, and brought the tip to my open mouth, sliding my tongue along the milky precum that had already started to form there. I closed my lips around him and began to suck lightly, teasing the head with the tip of my tongue, rubbing my finger long the length of the underside of his cock. Zack groaned, barely keeping his eyes open, tensing underneath me almost immediately. I fell into pace with the song, moving my mouth down along his length inch by inch, taking more and more of him in. I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the tip and descending once more.
Zack’s hips began to move automatically, thrusting up to meet my mouth, but I kept him exactly where I wanted him, bringing my tongue under and running the tip along the vein I knew followed the length of his cock. I closed my eyes and began to pick up my pace gradually, sucking and licking, my hand working the part closer to the base where my mouth simply couldn’t reach. I had one part of my mind on the progress of the song playing over my stereo and the rest on what I was doing, thinking of what I knew he liked, what I knew all men liked. Zack’s cock twitched as it met the back of my throat, and I swallowed, breathing carefully until the gag reflex passed before I began bobbing my head once more. He groaned and gasped, his fingers threading in my hair, tugging lightly—carefully—as I worked him, as I worshipped him with my lips and tongue. I barely—barely—grazed the skin near the head with my teeth, and Zack’s back arched on my bed, his eyes squeezing shut and a long, load moan leaving him all at once. The next song came on, and I began moving faster, pumping him with one hand while I bobbed my head, tightening my lips around him and sucking him—I thought of it like trying to suck a thick milkshake through a straw.
My other hand trailed along his inner thigh, and I carefully—carefully—cupped his balls, giving him the lightest squeeze to test his reaction. Zack let out something between a cry and a shout, and his precum began to flow more freely, his cock twitching and jerking erratically between my lips. I relaxed my mouth and then tightened it again, fluttering my lips around him, sucking harder and then softer, letting my tongue wander and squirm against him. I was listening to the song playing, keeping pace with it, and remembering in the back of my mind when the crescendo would happen. As the song built up I split my attention between it and Zack; just the act of doing this, of having him in my mouth, was turning me on all over again, building up the fire I had felt when he’d started to touch me. I worked him as hard as I could, hearing the shrieking, churning climax of the song.
Right before the end, right when it was starting to die off, Zack let out a long, low groan and I felt his balls in my hand tighten up, pull up towards his body. The first spurt of hot, salty-bitter cum shot into my mouth, sticky slick and coating my tongue. I continued sucking and licking, swallowing automatically, as wave after wave filled my mouth, almost but not quite triggering my gag reflex once more. The next song started while he was still finishing, the last few spurts of his come hitting my tongue, and I pulled back, looking down on him with a self-satisfied smirk as Zack, eyes still closed, sagged against my bed. He was panting, not quite trembling from the force of his orgasm, and I could see the rapid flutter of his pulse at his throat.
I climbed back into the bed and his arms, and for a long moment there was nothing but the music swirling around us, punctuated by Zack’s gasping breaths. Then his hands came to life, reaching out and grabbing me, pulling me close to him.
“Fuck, Evie,” he murmured, still panting slightly. “You are amazing at that. I want to say you cheated, but it’s just because I didn’t know you were that good.”
I preened, smoothing my hair and grinning into his face. “You know I’m not some prude. I’ve been with other guys since you.”
There was a flicker of something in Zack’s dark eyes but he grinned. “Yeah, I’d have to assume so. There’s no way you could study yourself into being that good.”
I rolled my eyes. “I did that too, you know. I like knowing how to do things better. So it’s official that I won, right?”
Zack groaned, letting his head fall to the mattress. “I should argue that since I finished coming after the song ended it doesn’t count, but I don’t have the will to fight it. Yes, you won. You get to call the shots in a few minutes when we finally fuck again.”
I laughed. “If you’re going to lose you should lose gracefully,” I reminded him, poking him playfully in the chest. Zack grabbed up my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm lazily.
“I seem to have heard that somewhere before.” He pulled my body close to his, and I felt him already starting to get hard again. I laughed.
“Seriously? You’re already ready to go again?”
Zack chuckled, taking a few deep breaths. “Well, you’re the only one that can get a rise out of me like that, so soon. So consider yourself privileged.”
“It’s just because I’m way too hot for you.” I could feel the heat—the heat of my own desire—getting more and more intense. I was glad he was ready to go again already. If I’d had to wait much longer I’d have started touching myself.
“You’re the smart one and the hot one. Okay, Evie—what’s it going to be?” I turned over onto my back and peered up at Zack.
“You on top. To the beat of the song—whatever song happens to be on—until we both come.”
Zack listened to the song that was on at the moment. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his still-hardening cock, giving him a few strokes to finish the work of getting him ready.
“Okay,” Zack said.
The song that was playing over the speakers was a steady, not-quite-slow pace, and Zack covered my body with his own, slipping between my legs and repaying my kindness in bringing him to full erection by spreading my labia and giving my clit a quick, firm stroke. He guided his cock up against me and thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him pushing past the initial resistance of my body. I breathed in, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, draping my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts as he fell into the rhythm of the song. It wasn’t familiar to him—he kept working to keep up, to slow down or move faster as the song meandered along. I grinned to myself, satisfied with my strategy and feeling so completely turned on by the syncopated rhythm that Zack and I were creating. The friction built up, my muscles tightening around him, our movements falling in together as we listened to the song and each other.
It transitioned into a much slower song—a ballad—and Zack smiled briefly.
“I know this one,” he told me, kissing me lazily on the lips as he slowed his thrusts.
He plunged deeper and deeper inside of me, taking advantage of the slow pace to make me feel him, really feel him. He was thick and hard, almost scorching hot inside of me. My muscles fluttered around him as he ground his hips up against mine, somehow finding a way to rub right up against my clit even as his cock rubbed my inner walls with every movement. We kissed each other all over, everywhere our lips could reach, while our hands explored each other’s bodies, touching and teasing, caressing and kneading. It was sweet—delicious friction building up, making me almost impatient even though it felt absolutely amazing. Zack didn’t let up; he kept pushing into me, shifting his hips to get the best possible angle.
He found my g-spot just as the song concluded, and I shuddered against him at the sudden jolt of intense sensation that shocked me. The next song came on and Zack picked up his pace accordingly—I was more than ready for it. I pushed my hips down to meet his, clutching him close as we moved together in rhythm. I couldn’t be sure where the music ended and our bodies began; everything swirled in a blur of color and sound, feeling and taste. I could even smell the ocean-and-sweat scent of our bodies moving together in the cool air of the room.
Zack thrust into me steadily, brushing up against my g-spot with e
very other stroke, until I was gasping and panting, moaning and crying out in pleasure. I couldn’t take anymore, I thought—if I had to go through another song, one that might be slower, I would die from the pleasure eating away at my brain with no release. Zack reached down between my legs and began to stroke and rub my clit with his fingers even as he pounded up into me, in time with the fast-paced end of the song. I cried out and clutched his body to mine as the first jolt of orgasm shot through my body. I continued moving—and Zack thrust into me relentlessly, carrying the rhythm he had fallen into even after the song ended. I no longer cared; I was consumed with the feeling of pleasure washing through my body, how good it was. It wasn’t as intense, as mind-shattering as the first one, but it was more pleasant for that. I managed to hold onto consciousness as wave after wave of sensation crashed through me, and I felt Zack’s body tense against mine as he reached his own orgasm, letting out a long, low groan that filled my ears, blocking out the song playing over my speakers.
We rode through our orgasms, not stopping in our movements until we were both utterly spent; then Zack collapsed against me heavily, burying his face against my breasts as we both panted. I went half-away for a long moment, the music filtering through my head in an ebb and flow of distorted guitars and twisting, sweet-and-then-sharp vocals, and heavy drums. I was tingling all over, hot and cold flashes of sensation crackling through me. I was contented; utterly satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in years, my breath slowing gradually and my rapid pace calming with it.
Zack pulled himself up and shifted onto the bed next to me, draping his arms around me loosely.
“That was a really good idea,” he said, smiling slightly.
“I know. I always thought about it before but never really tried it with anyone.” Zack brushed a lock of hair out of my face lightly, his dark eyes peering down into mine.