by J. Daniels
Had because we broke that shit. And that was good quality wood, too. Sturdy.
Tori thought it was funny the table broke. She wasn’t mad.
And I eventually got her tits pressing up against the glass shower door, but not until after I took her on the stairs.
That juicy ass in my face. It was inevitable.
Sunday I couldn’t get to her until late again, considering Tori was working and I was spending time saying good-bye to my sister, not knowing when she was coming back around. After finishing up with Quinn, I spent the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening tracking down a replacement table. I had to skip out on family dinner since it took me so long. I ended up not finding shit in Dogwood and had to venture out to neighboring towns.
It was after eight when I finally showed. I used my key to get inside and was just finishing putting the table in place, arranging the picture frames on it the way she had before, when I heard a soft gasp from behind me.
I turned my head and saw Tori looking at the table, and when she lifted her eyes and gave up a smile that made all kinds of shit warm up inside me, tighten, twist, and do other weird shit I couldn’t explain, I went at her.
I fucking rushed at that woman like getting to her was a necessity greater than breathing.
And she rushed at me.
Knocked over the four brown bags of clothes she had sitting in the middle of the floor, which I later found out she had packed up and was looking to take out to her car for a trip to Goodwill, and since I rushed before Tori did, I got to her first, meaning when she knocked over those bags, we ended up fucking on top of them and ripping them open.
Clothes were everywhere by the time we finished an hour later. The ones she packed up and the ones we were wearing, which now had tears in them from our frantic removal.
Tori laughed at that, too, and offered one of her Goodwill sleeping tees for me to wear home.
It had No Pants Are the Best Pants on the front and smelled like her skin.
I wore it home.
Now it was Monday and I was getting to Tori’s without any anticipations for tonight. The only thing guaranteed was the sex, however we’d end up having it, and the eating we’d be doing since I was providing dinner.
Thai.
Tori had five business card magnets from Bangkok Orchid on the side of her fridge. I figured there was a good chance of her liking their food.
I entered with my key again, not knocking, stepped inside, and kicked the door closed, then I started crossing the room with the bags in my hands, hollering out, “Legs. Where you at?”
She came around the corner from the direction of the kitchen, not speaking but drawing my attention anyway.
I froze a foot away from the couch, head turned and eyes lowered, focused on her tits. She was topless.
Fuck.
I stared for a breath, then my eyes kept lowering, being drawn down there, too, skimming over her belly to just below. I stopped on tight, black material clinging.
Fuck.
“Hey,” Tori said in the softest, sweetest voice I’d ever heard her use.
I glanced up into her face then immediately looked back down, chest heaving, nostrils flaring, and dick growing hard against my zipper.
“Sex pants,” I murmured.
Sweet fucking Christ. She was gonna kill me.
Tori started moving closer, made it two steps, and then she stopped.
“You went to Bangkok Orchid?”
I blinked up at her after she spoke, brow furrowing. “What?”
Bangkok what? What the fuck was she talking about? And why was she even talking? We should be fucking already. She was wearing those goddamn pants.
Her hands flattened on her stomach, her eyes widened, focused on the bags, then she started moving toward me again, faster now. “Oh, my God, I love their food. Please tell me you got the pineapple fried rice,” she begged excitedly.
I looked down at the two bags in my hand.
“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten yet,” she added, reaching me and reaching out, looking to take a bag and start eating.
Before she could grab it, I dropped the one bag onto the floor, not giving a shit about food, eating, breathing, nothing else that wasn’t involving us fucking, then I turned to face her, snatched her hand out of the air that was inches away, and forced it against the front of my shorts.
Tori gasped when she felt my dick.
It was hard. It was throbbing. And she needed to get on it immediately.
In case that message wasn’t coming through clear enough, I spelled it out for her.
“We’re fuckin’ first. Right here. Couch or floor, but I’d prefer couch since you’re gonna be ridin’ me. Still got rug burn on my back from yesterday and don’t feel like adding to it. Shit’s hot, but it sucks in the shower. Those tits are gonna be in my face the entire fuckin’ time, and I don’t know how it’s gonna be possible but you’re keepin’ those pants on. Rip ’em to get me inside. Pull ’em down a little. Whatever. I’ll let you figure it out. Then after we both get off, we’ll get to the food I brought, which includes the pineapple fried rice. Shit looked good so I got two orders of it. But you ain’t touchin’ the food, babe, until after we fuck. I’m firm on that. You got me?”
She blinked. Her hand tensed around my zipper, putting pressure there I took as a yes.
The other bag of food hit the floor. My back hit the couch after grabbing a condom out of my shorts. Tori’s pants were ripped down the middle seam at her pussy, and a second later, I discovered she was bare underneath when she sank down, putting me inside.
Chapter Thirteen
TORI
“Oh, God. I’m so close,” I moaned, back arched, head thrown back, hands gripping strong, powerful thighs beneath me and hips jerking frantically, chasing that miraculous feeling that was building and building fast thanks to Jamie’s cock and that piercing I wanted to dedicate my nightly prayers to. Also, the filthy words coming out of Jamie’s mouth. Those were helping in a big, big way.
“Yeah…look at you. Taking my dick like you were made for it. So fuckin’ hot, Tori.”
“God, your tits. Shake em’. Fuck yeah. Wanna stare at these all fuckin’ day.”
“Nothin’ like it. Jesus. Ain’t nothin’ like your cunt. Nothin’ feels this good, baby.”
He always talked during sex. Jamie was never quiet, but God, it seemed like the more we did it, the hotter his words became.
Plus, his smell. Amazing. That was working me up, too. Like a dirty surfer boy bottled up. And the way I knew his hair looked right now, fallen in his eyes and messy from my fingers. The pressure of his hands on my hips. The way he was staring up at me, also something I knew he was still doing even though I had my eyes closed. The way he could still feel commanding and controlling beneath me. Oh, and his noises. God, he made the best noises.
Okay, so basically everything attached to Jamie and everything he was doing.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Get down here, babe. Want those tits.”
I kept my eyes closed. My head tipped back. Body arched and hands gripping as I moved faster and faster on top of him.
I wasn’t going anywhere. This felt too good, Jamie’s cock and the angle I was taking it. His piercing, right there, rubbing inside me in that same spot, over and over, and if I bent forward, he’d move. I’d lose that.
So, no way. Sorry. Not happening.
“Tori.”
The heat was spreading between my hips. I put my weight on my shins and bounced up and down instead of grinding and oh, oh, that was even better.
“Yes,” I panted, sliding up and down his cock. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Legs.” Jamie’s fingers tensed on my hips. “Tits, babe. Now.”
“Shut up. I’m close.”
I bounced faster, only slamming down on Jamie two more times before I was being jerked forward, my nipple was getting sucked, my arms were being pinned behind my back and held there in a death grip with one of
his, and my pussy was getting his cock slamming deep as he drove up and into me repeatedly.
I was proved wrong. Moving did not mean I’d lose that fabulous piercing rubbing in that same spot over and over and the delicious angle I was taking it. Moving meant that fabulous piercing would go from merely rubbing that spot to rubbing while hitting it at a deeper angle, a better angle, adding extra friction and giving it at a faster, more promising, better than anything I’d ever felt, rate.
“Jamie!” I cried out, growing wetter as I took what he was giving, not having much of a choice and, God, not really wanting one either.
This was amazing. The time before this, amazing. And the time before that. Each time getting better.
Meaning, this wasn’t amazing. This was something greater than amazing. I just didn’t think a word had been invented to describe it yet.
“I tell you to give me your tits, you fuckin’ give ’em, babe,” Jamie growled between my breasts as they dangled, jerked, and bounced in his face. His hand connected with my ass. It stung through the thin material of my leggings.
“Ah!”
His hips kept powering up, faster, harder, while his hand on my ass slid down, gripped the edge of the seam I’d ripped in my pants, and yanked it back so it opened wider and tore.
The sound of them shredding made my pussy tighten. I loved it.
This was Jamie. That’s what this was. A word greater than amazing.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned, feeling so unbelievably turned on with what he was doing, how he was restraining me and making me take him.
The cool air of the living room assaulted my ass. For a moment I wished he’d let go so I could look behind me and see myself.
Jamie slapped my right cheek again and sucked my nipple hard into his mouth.
That was all it took for me to stop wishing. I wouldn’t change a damn thing about how this was playing out.
Eyes watering and limbs locking up, I arched my neck and came as a thousand fires lit underneath my skin. “I’m—”
“Ah, fuck. I’m comin’, baby,” Jamie groaned, burying his face in my breasts where he growled my name and fuck fuck fuck.
He pumped into me through our orgasms, keeping pace and brutality. He never let up.
Only after my pussy stopped clenching around him and his cock ceased throbbing did Jamie let go of my wrists and allow my arms to drop.
I slumped down and back when he stretched his legs out, collapsing on top of him, head hitting his shoulder and hand slowly coming up and pressing to his chest while the other gripped the edge of the couch.
His arms curled around me.
We lay there, both of us catching our breath and me concentrating on the feel of him still inside me.
Amazing. No…
Jamie. Better than amazing.
“I really like your cock,” I murmured seconds later, staring across his chest at his collarbone as my fingers danced on his skin. “It’s perfect. Perfect and pierced.”
Jamie’s body shook with a laugh.
“You sayin’ you like me then?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
I tipped my chin up and pressed my face to his neck. I didn’t want him seeing me.
His arms around me tensed as he breathed deep. I felt his head turn and his breath against my ear. “My cock, babe,” he pointed out, his voice low and husky sounding. “Gotta like the man it belongs to somewhat if you’re admittin’ what I give you is perfect.”
“I don’t think so,” I argued.
“Admit it, Legs.”
“Nothing to admit.”
“Babe, who you foolin’?” he questioned. “You like me, my cock, and the way I give it to you, this back and forth shit we do fuckin’ daily, which, straight up, serves as foreplay most of the time so I’m down with it, the minutes we spend together before and after I get you off, and you sayin’ you don’t like me. I think you like that the most.”
“I like your cock,” I stressed. “What you do with it, how it looks, and our foreplay, however that plays out, whether that be our back and forth shit or you doing stuff to me. But that’s all I like. I’m serious.”
His chest shook again.
I was smiling so big I had to wet my lips to keep them from splitting open.
“All right, Legs. You like my cock and anything that leads to us fuckin’. That’s where it ends for you,” Jamie said, sounding amused as his hand slid up my back and held with gentle pressure on my neck, his other hand still holding tight to my rear.
I nodded. “That’s exactly where it ends for me.”
“Right,” he murmured. “You shared. Guess I’ll share, too. Only fair,” he started, and my entire body tensed as his hand around my neck squeezed.
I didn’t try and pull back, but I knew if I did, Jamie wouldn’t let me. He was keeping me close and making sure I was going to hear every word of what he was about to say.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it. I wasn’t sure I’d hate myself or not if I missed it either.
“Like your legs. Pretty sure you know that,” he began. “Your ass is fuckin’ phenomenal. I like ’em big and you got a big one, babe. Love hearin’ the way it slaps against my thighs when we’re doin’ it. Shit’s hot.”
“Hey.” My face tightened. “My ass is not big.”
“It is and it’s fuckin’ hot.”
I pinched my eyes shut, moaning, “Oh, my God.” I had a big ass?
“Stare at it enough. Take you on your knees every chance I get.” I felt his shoulder lift with a shrug. “Thought it was obvious.”
“You could pick a better descriptive term for it. Big is terrible. I’d prefer…meaty. Or peach-shaped.”
“Peach-shaped?”
“Juicy. Plump.”
“Jesus,” he chuckled. “Fine. I like your meaty ass.”
My nose scrunched up and I opened my eyes. That sounded worse somehow. “Actually…”
“Shut up, Legs,” Jamie ordered, his fingers on my big ass tensing. “Got a lot to get through.”
I sighed, smiling a little again. “Fine. You like my big ass. Please proceed.”
Little chest quakes vibrated beneath me.
“Your tits. There’s no likin’ there. Been obsessed with ’em ever since you flashed me that day. Like how your hair smells and whatever that shit is you put on your skin. Smellin’ like you took sugar and rubbed it all over yourself, wantin’ me to lick it off. Pretty sure I do that every time we’re together. You got the hottest, tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. Sweetest, too. Like how you take me and how you watch me while I’m givin’ it, lookin’ like you can’t believe this shit could feel this good, but it does. Every damn time. And it ain’t just ’cause we’re fuckin’ but ’cause it’s us fuckin’, you and me. Like how you quit thinkin’ on occasion and give me shit you don’t realize you’re givin’. I like your smile. Like when I gotta work for it and when I don’t. Like the way you look at me, even when you’re pissy and mad at me for somethin’ ’cause you’re still lookin’, babe, and havin’ your attention when you could be givin’ it to some other guy makes me feel like a fucking king. Fuck.” He exhaled heavily. “I could keep goin’, Legs. Could keep it up for hours. Fact is, I like you. I like you a whole fuckin’ lot. You wanna give me the hours to list, I’ll do that. You feel like what I just gave you is enough to go by for now, we’ll stop and get to eatin’, but either way, I need to hit Pause so I can go get cleaned up. This shit is startin’ to leak out and I’m thinkin’ a jizz stain isn’t somethin’ you’re gonna like, even though my cock is perfect and you’re feelin’ that.”
Jamie pulled back gently on my neck when he finished speaking.
My entire body tensed and I pressed down, pushing my weight into him and keeping my face buried.
I felt his head turn. His hand slid down to my back, pressing between my shoulder blades. “Babe,” he prompted.
“Just give me a second,” I requested, keeping my voice quiet so he couldn’t hear how scared I sounded, but
I was sure he could hear the frenzied beating of my heart. I was certain he could feel it, too.
My heart was always honest, even when I wasn’t.
Jamie breathed deep. His hand on my bottom slid to the small of my back and the one between my shoulder blades moved higher, cupping the back of my head this time.
“Like this, too, babe,” he shared, his voice almost sweet.
I closed my eyes. God. What was more dangerous? The heartbreaker or the breath-stealer. Player Jamie or the man who let me touch him like he was mine.
I didn’t know.
Mind heavy, I inhaled the September sun that kissed his neck, filling my lungs with it. We stayed like that for another thirty seconds, maybe a minute, then I pushed up and slid off Jamie while he kept hold of the condom, taking longer than usual to dismount since my pants were now partially hanging off me and causing awkward, wooden movements.
“I’m gonna go put on something,” I said, looking down at myself after getting to my feet.
I looked like a crime scene.
“Usin’ the bathroom down here. I’ll heat up the food.” Jamie bent and pressed a kiss to the top of my head before he moved past me, heading for the powder room below the stairs with his shorts hanging low on his hips and his shirt still off.
It hung on the back of my couch.
To prevent any tripping catastrophes, I shimmied out of my ripped leggings where I stood, balling them up in my hand, then I took to the stairs naked, tossing my pants into the bathroom garbage before using the toilet.
I hummed song lyrics while tapping my knees, and while I washed my hands and finger-combed my hair, breaking up the tangles in the ends, I kept my mind busy by mentally organizing my red lipstick collection, starting with most used to special occasion/costume looks.
Basically, I was avoiding all thoughts of what Jamie had just confessed.
After finishing up, I went to my bedroom and dressed in a muddied blue T-shirt tunic with a stretched neckline. I kept it color-coordinated and stuck with blue hipster briefs, no bra. And after I was finished dressing, I spun around and studied my ass over my shoulder in the mirror above my dresser.