by J. C. Cliff
Damn, I know I’m a deplorable, selfish bastard for feeling this way, but knowing I’m on borrowed time, I’m desperate. I believe I would go to any extremes necessary right now, which would include keeping her memory at bay while underhandedly making this girl fall in love with me.
A grin falls across my lips as I give her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, veering the subject away from her memory, or lack thereof. “Well, the band is definitely one of my favorites too—saw them in concert once.” I waggle my eyebrows as I joke, “Though, I’d much prefer your version of stage dancing, especially if you’re gonna be the one to tame this wild animal.”
She bites her lower lip as a light red tinge begins to spring forth across her cheeks. Then she pushes past the coyness, allowing a huge smile to take place front and center, and a sparkle of mischievousness glistens in her eyes. Amazingly, to my surprise, she dismisses the previous revelation of her memory with ease, accepting it with valor.
She lets out a half-laugh, and I know she’s up to something when I see a spark of challenge in her eyes. “Yeah, all is fair in love and war, right? It’s your turn to sing for me next, big man, and I get to pick the song.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” she taps her forefinger on her lips in thought, “and I’d like to hear you sing…”
I interrupt her charade of thoughts by grabbing her hand and chastely kissing her fingertip. “The only time you’ll ever hear me sing is if I ever hurt myself by accident, and even then, it’ll be a string of curse words.”
She glides the palms of her hands slowly up over my chest, slipping her hands around my neck in a seductive move, all while wearing a devilish grin. “You know, it’s the drummer who’s my all-time favorite.” Mmmm…I’m wondering where she’s going with this, but I remain quiet and play along as I raise my eyebrow skeptically at her.
“I swear, listening to the way he works those drums, I just lose myself in a sea of emotions. It’s an indescribable, profound mystery of what washes over me when I listen to music, especially their music. The beat, melody, and rhythm of the drums, and how it mixes with the rest of the band’s dynamics…it just touches something deep within me, filling me to the depths of my soul; their music makes me feel alive.
I watch as her shit-eating grin continues to play on her lips while mirth dances in her eyes. “To me, listening to one of their songs and feeling the percussion beats vibrating intensely throughout my body…I swear, it’s better than having the most stellar orgasm, in my book.”
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, my head cocking to the side while I look at her with speculative amusement. “Is that a challenge, baby? ‘Cause I’m totally down with that.”
I step forward, placing my leg between hers, and grind my growing erection into her pelvis, working my own rhythm. I lean down to speak into her ear with a husky, seductive growl, “My cock can totally fill up your soul while I pulse my way through your wet pussy, earning the best score of orgasms in Jules’ Book of Stellar Climaxes.”
I feel her body shiver in my hold as I kiss her most sensitive spot behind her ear, and she lets out a feral moan in response.
Nipping at her earlobe, a sexual hunger rolls through me as I challenge all said previous experiences by assaulting her with hot kisses up and down her neck. She arches for me, and I hear her breath catch as I continue my attack on her senses. I begin tracing my tongue with warm, teasing swirls just inside her ear while I exhale a groaning breath of hot, fervent lust.
“Mmm…damn, baby,” I comment salaciously, and run my tongue down the side of her neck, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping, all of which hold promises of wicked, sinful passion. “You’re fuckin’ delicious.”
I move both of my hands around to her breasts, and roughly squeeze her full, luscious mounds with my palms. I use my thumbs to rub in small circles across her nipples, and I can’t wait to have her again. I pull my head back to briefly gauge her reaction, finding her mouth is slack and half-open, her face flushed, and her eyes are closed as helpless, wanton desire blatantly displays across her features. She arches her back, pushing those perky tits further into my greedy hands, so I begin pinching and plucking her nipples with both my thumbs and forefingers.
“Oh, God, Travis,” she expels on a shaky breath.
“What do you say we take this competition into the bedroom, sweetheart, ‘cause I plan on taking your book of stellar orgasms and putting it to shame. I have a feeling you’re going to need a new book after I get done with you.”
~Jules~
His gaze locks with mine as Travis slowly undresses before me. I’m speechless as he reaches behind his neck, grabbing his shirt by the collar to pull it off over his head, revealing his chiseled muscles. I will never get tired of seeing his naked beauty. His chest rises and falls in quick succession as he commands in a rough, husky voice, “Now it’s your turn. Take your shirt off, baby.”
As soon as my shirt comes off, Travis gives my body a seductive once over with his eyes, pausing at my bare breasts. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans over the bed and glides his hand up the side of my calf. He’s quietly intense, and I break the silence first. “Trav?”
“Yes, baby.”
God, I love that particular endearment, and how it rolls off his tongue so naturally. “Why don’t you have any tattoos?” I ask curiously.
His mouth twitches, and the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Have you ever seen a bumper sticker on a Lamborghini?” he asks with mirth. I return his smile and shake my head at his quirkiness, and then he continues, “Honestly, I’ve never found anything worth putting on my skin that would make me want to see it every day for the rest of my life.”
He then has an afterthought and holds up his index finger. “Wait here a second.” He leaves me lying on top of the bed, feeling bereft of his touch. I anxiously wait, but don’t have to wonder for too long what he’s up to, because he only stays gone for a brief minute, returning with the iPod and portable speaker system.
I raise a questioning brow, and he answers my unasked question. “I want to make love with you to music.”
What a sentimentalist. I grin at the thought. I watch him plug in the player as he sets up the speaker, and he turns on a playlist, keeping the volume low. He starts off with the song “Eternal Flame” by the Bangles, and it fills the room with romance.
When he turns to look at me, shirtless in all his masculine glory, my mouth goes dry and my stomach dips at the thought of having the heavy weight of his warm, bare chest on mine.
The bed dips down, and he wastes no time climbing over top of me. His arousal is already evident as he settles his body weight between my thighs, and when his soft lips touch mine, I grow wet with anticipation. He pulls me in close against his chest and slips his arm underneath me, wrapping me in a tight embrace. I sigh into his subdued kiss, appreciating his tenderness. His kiss lingers over my lips as we savor each other for several moments. He makes me feel so beautiful and desired. I respond by wrapping my arms around him, and lightly graze his back with my fingernails, grinning when I feel his body shiver under my touch.
“Damn, woman, you undo me.” The look he gives me makes my heart melt and takes my breath away. “I want to taste your sweet pussy, baby.” My body tenses, and I freeze. He whispers over my lips, “Are you nervous about that, Jules?” Concern is evident in his voice, and I nod. “Jules, I’m not gonna lie.” He raises both eyebrows and cocks his head to the side, seductively staring me down with those eyes full of mischief. “My mouth has been watering since the moment I brought you home, wondering what your little pussy tastes like,” he says huskily as he places a single fingertip under my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes, “and just to let you know, if you don’t like it, all you have to do is say stop,” a shit-eating grin splays across his face, “but make sure your stop means stop, because the feeling I’m going to give you is so intense you won’t be able to stand it. I’m going to have you screaming my name wi
thin seconds.” Holy Moses…My sex clenches in response, and wetness pools between my legs.
The idea of him going down on me has my pulse picking up. The man is sexually irresistible. There is definitely electricity bouncing between us, and quite frankly, he has me so turned on by it his wish is my command. “Okay, Travis.” I whisper.
At my permission, he lifts himself up onto his knees, and sits between my legs as he hypnotically gazes into my eyes with a distinct sexual aura. Travis’ hands glide up my legs with a soft touch, coming to rest at my hips. When his fingers dip just inside the elastic waistband of my sweatpants, my heart races, I swallow hard and look into his lustful eyes, breathing heavily. He gives me a devilish grin and it relaxes me, making me return the gesture. After he peels my pants off, he places the palms of his hands on the inside of my thighs and slowly begins to spread my legs apart. “Oh, baby,” he sighs, looking appreciatively at my glistening folds. “You look so delectably edible. You want this; I can tell. Your pussy is swollen, just shimmering with your juices, and begging for me to taste your sweetness.” Holy hell.
My breath hitches when he runs his fingers up and down my heat as he watches my reaction with hooded eyes. Then he slowly slips two fingers in my drenched opening and I lose my breath. He then begins circling his talented fingers around inside my core, causing me to close my eyes and savor his touch. “I want to hear you tell me you want this.” I’m too stupefied to speak so I nod instead. “Words, baby. Tell me what you want,” he softly demands.
I swallow nervously; I’m not used to talking dirty. I peer up at him through my lashes and shyly speak. “I want you to make me feel good. I want…I want to know what your tongue feels like.”
“Damn right, baby.” He removes his talented fingers, leans forward and separates my wet folds with his fingers and groans. He wastes no time as he moves in to take a long, slow pass over my opening with his tongue, and I gasp aloud. The feeling is nothing like I’ve ever imagined, his tongue being soft, warm, and wet, yet strong enough to deliver the most exquisite sensations.
He growls in appreciation. “Oh, yeah, just what I thought. You’re dripping, and I’m going to catch every special drop of your sweet honey when you come all over my tongue.”
He pulls back and whispers, searching my eyes, “Are you nervous now?” A cocky grin plays on his lips as his eyes trail over my wanton body. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he dips his tongue back inside me again. “You taste like honey-fucking-suckle everywhere,” he whispers as he seductively licks my arousal off his own lips, “and I can’t get enough of you, inside or out.” His mouth and tongue crash over my wet pussy and I know I won’t last long. I feel the very depths to where his tongue reaches as he thrusts in as far as he can go inside my silky lining. I thread my fingers through his hair, and unapologetically tug hard at his roots.
My pulse is off the charts as I pant out his name. “Oh, God, Travis.”
He licks over my entrance before he withdraws his mouth, and then his teeth nip at the tender flesh of my folds. His voice comes out gravely and desperate. “You like my tongue tasting you, sweet Jules? Get ready, because I’m going to fuck you with it.”
I don’t have the ability to respond to him; I’m lost in a sea of bliss. He delves his tongue into my opening as I feel his hands glide underneath me, lifting my hips. Suddenly, his strong hands lift my lower-half up in the air as he brings me up to his mouth, feasting with wild abandon while he squeezes the flesh of my ass. He moves his tongue with such force, applying an ungodly amount of pressure inside my pussy as he thrusts his tongue in deep, all while sucking in my plentiful juices. I cry out as he devours me, and I no longer hear the background music. “Oh, Travis.” I squeeze my eyes shut, and drop my arms to the side, clutching, and fisting at the bed sheets in my hands.
Two of his fingers find their way back into my wet folds, and they take over thrusting into me as he covers my bundle of nerves with his mouth. His deft fingers fill, stretch, twist, and plunge in and out of me. My hips buck and move on their own, riding his fingers, loving this feeling. He begins to apply suction with his mouth while flicking his tongue over my swollen nub while my lungs scramble for air.
He suddenly curves his fingers, tilting them inward while applying soft pressure against my inner walls. He touches a place deep inside me that has every nerve ending in my body singing, screaming out with raw pleasure as he massages me with light thrusts. “That’s called your G-spot, baby.” He grins knowingly.
“I think I’ll call that my T-spot,” I rasp out on a broken breath. Despite the fact I’m dead serious, he chuckles at me before he gets serious again, picking up the pace he begins to thrust inside me, faster and harder. The wet of his mouth and the skill of his tongue and fingers have my body writhing in a euphoric delirium. Sweat breaks out across my forehead as I buck into his talented fingers and tongue.
My God, I’m going to pass out. The feelings become too intense. I lift my head, and my mouth goes dry, my vision blurry. The erotic sight of him feasting on me is my undoing. All of my muscles lose the ability to function as my head falls back onto the pillow and my eyes flutter closed. An earthquake rips through my body, and I scream aloud, “God, yes!” This is pure heaven, and as my orgasm hits me with full force, he captures my clit between his teeth, and bites down on it while flicking his tongue over my nub.
I go numb and tingly on the inside from head to toe as my legs quiver, and I cry out his name. When my orgasm reaches its pinnacle, I can feel the moment I come back down, and I frantically fight to stretch the pleasure out. As awareness of my surroundings slowly comes back into focus, and my legs settle from their earthquake, I marvel at what just transpired. These orgasms are phenomenal, a fleeting few seconds of euphoria, and I swear the pleasure doesn’t ever seem to last long enough.
He lets go of my legs, and climbs back up the length of my body with purpose and intent. “You are mine,” he grits out through his teeth as his stark eyes pin me down with an untamable, feral hunger. “I need you to know just who owns this pussy of yours.” I swallow hard; I’ve never seen him so animal before, so out of control, and honestly I like seeing him come undone, knowing I did this to him.
He doesn’t give me time to recover from my orgasm, because in the blink of an eye he has me flipped over, and on all fours. His hands run over the globes of my ass, and roughly squeezes. Splaying out his fingers, he then uses the palms of his hands to run downthe length of my back, softly caressing me as he goes. Shivers race down my spine from his feather-light touch. “Mmnn, I love your sexy backside,” he heatedly whispers from behind. As he leans into me, I can feel the length of his hardness settle between the cheeks of my ass, and when he begins to rock his body into mine, I stifle a moan. The sensation of his hard shaft rubbing against me from a different angle has my vision turning blurry. “You like how I feel against your ass, baby?” He softly asks.
“Mmnn…” is the only coherent noise I can make. He grabs onto my hips firmly, and begins to grind his pelvis into my soft flesh a little harder. I lose my breath. He’s all man, and he definitely knows how to pleasure a woman. He leaves one hand on my hip, as his other hand splays across my back, pushing my upper body down onto the bed in a dominating move. His knees slip further between my legs, pushing them further apart, forcing my derriere to remain high in the air.
“So beautiful.” He murmurs. My breathing begins to pick up as I lay my head down, my overheated cheeks coming into contact against the cool sheets. I’m in a very precarious position, one I’ve never been in before, leaving me feeling more open and naked than I ever have. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
With my heart pounding in my chest, I softly reply, “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good. I need you brace yourself, now. Stretch your arms out in front of you, and push with your hands against the headboard.” Good God! What is he going to do? “I’m going to fuck you hard, Jules.” Oh, geez. His strong masculine declaration has my belly swarming with butter
flies.
His hearty chuckle takes me by surprise, so I shift my head to look back at him for an explanation. “I think you’re going to need a new orgasm book after this one.” His upper lip twitches with fierce passion as he narrows his lustful eyes on mine. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he rasps as his hands grip my hips tightly. He doesn’t even give me time to process his words before the tip of his hard cock finds my opening, and he then slams the length of his hardness into me, hard and fast; without mercy.
“Oh!” I cry on an exhale. He sucks out what little breath I had left in my lungs as his thick, hard cock fills me to the base of his shaft. He’s reached a potent depth so intense and the pressure is so extreme between my legs, I cry out again.
Since I’m pinned down, the only thing I can do when he pulls out to thrust back inside me is to push back against his assault, intensifying the pleasure. “Damn, your cunt is so tight,” he gruffly breathes out. Quickly he pulls out of my wanton pussy, and I whimper at the emptiness he’s left behind. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.” Then I feel his thumb enter my wet heat as his forefingers dance across my swollen nub, and I moan aloud pushing back into his hand. He exchanges it for his hard shaft again. I clench the insides of my scorching heat tightly around his cock.
“Oh, hell, baby, I feel that.” I gasp as he swirls his cock deep inside my depths, his hips rolling against my ass. “You’re torturing me,” he breathes. I’d like to tell him the same, but I can’t speak, everything is so much more intense in this position.
A new sensation accosts me when he places the pad of his thumb against my rose bud. My eyes bolt open wide, and I tense. “Travis…what are you doing?” My heart thrums loudly in my ears. “Relax, baby. I need you to trust me.” His thumb is wet with my arousal as he circles my puckered hole and gently begins to apply pressure. “I just want to make you feel good,” he huskily whispers as he slips the tip of his thumb inside my small opening, slowly stretching my tissue.