by Faith Starr
He released his death grip on my head. “Bring your ass up here.”
It wasn’t a request, rather, a command.
As much as I had shared of myself with him in the past, it had been years, causing me to feel reluctant.
“Come on. I want your ass up here.” He gestured with his hand for me to get a move on it.
Getting myself situated over him was a mental challenge. This compromising position magnified all of my insecurities.
With swift motion, he lowered my pelvis toward his mouth, his tongue flicking my clit.
Forget all previous self-doubting thoughts, this being the epitome of experiencing all things good. I honestly didn’t think I had it in me for another round after the mind-blowing orgasm he had just graced me with. Boy, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Suck me, baby.”
Oh yeah. I had forgotten my purpose, his tongue distracting me to no end.
I lowered my mouth over his rigid length. At the same time, his tongue entered me, sliding in and out as my head bobbed up and down over him.
The faster he probed me, the faster I took him in. When he slowed the pace, I did the same. I read his cues, following his every move.
He squeezed my ass, one of his fingers getting a little too close for comfort. I paused, wondering where the hell that appendage of his intended to go.
When his pinky nudged lower, teasing the tight flesh in back, I tensed. I had never done anything I considered so taboo before.
“I won’t put it inside. I promise. But let me play. You’ll love it.”
Love it? I’m not too sure about that.
He resumed sucking on me, his tongue doing its thing against my overly sensitized flesh. My body relaxed, sinking lower, getting caught up in the delightful sensations filling me.
He probed my back entrance again, keeping true to his word by not inserting anything, merely taunting.
Instinctively, I tensed again.
“Relax, baby.”
I tried, I really did.
Lo and behold, as much as I hated to admit it, when I finally let go of my anxiety about the experience, my pleasure meter hiked up another notch.
Logan had been right. Between his fingers and mouth playing up front and the slight pressure in back, he had me suffocating him, my pelvis collapsing on top of his face as lightness filled me, my thoughts becoming fuzzy in the process.
He raised my hips, the poor guy longing for air.
Time to focus on him again. I took him deeper into my mouth, exploring the ridges of his shaft, so lost in paradise I stopped thinking about my gag reflex. And wouldn’t you know it? He almost fit in his entirety. Who would’ve thought?
“That’s it, baby.”
My lips tightened around him. I swirled my tongue over his tip. I graced him with kisses down his length, continuing my exploration. My hand continued to stroke him while I cradled his sac in my mouth.
Mmm. So soft and delicious, just like the rest of him.
“Fuck, Drew,” he growled.
Using my tongue, I drew a line up his shaft.
Back at the head, I circled my tongue around and over it.
He tensed, stilling, his cock twitching in my mouth. He tugged on my hair and removed his dick from my mouth, right as he came and shot out onto his stomach. He always was the considerate type. Except, of course, when he’d cheated on me.
Not wanting to ruin the moment, I let the thought slide.
His cock softened yet he remained steadfast on his feeding frenzy between my thighs, my vision going hazy as a result, my toes curling. I released him and grabbed on to the comforter instead.
My surroundings became somewhat out of touch, the echoes of my moans far off in the distance as my body combusted over and around him, shaking as yet another orgasm ripped through me.
Holy shit!
I collapsed on top of him, my cheek getting messy with his wetness. I didn’t care. I would’ve swallowed every last drop if he hadn’t pulled out of my mouth. Only Logan, though. No other man could or would ever satisfy my taste buds the way he did.
He lifted my head, laughing when he witnessed the sight.
“Oh really?” I leaned forward and licked him clean.
Damn straight. I had shown him.
His jaw hung slightly open in response. “Fuck, Drew. That’s hot as shit.”
“You’re hot as shit.”
So much for feeling vulnerable and insecure. I currently stood on the edge of the Titanic with Leo DiCaprio holding on to me, the queen of the world, flying high and proud along with him.
“It’s too bad my cock needs a breather or else you’d be in big trouble.” He chuckled.
“Similar to you, Mr. Trimble, I too don’t mind getting into trouble when the situation calls for it.” I winked at him and crawled off the bed, flipped my hair over my shoulder, and strutted to the bathroom, where I prepared myself for a shower.
Logan joined me not a minute later, almost out of breath. It made me happy. Like a cute and cuddly puppy, he had followed me.
He wrapped his arms around me, the two of us staring at each other in the mirror mounted over the vanity. He rested his chin on top of my head, and a sweet smile broke out on his beautiful face.
I spun around and draped my arms snuggly around his waist, hugging him, all my emotions suddenly overtaking me. My breath picked up speed and I tensed.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Shit, he’d noticed.
He raised my chin.
I focused on the muscles of his chest, anything to not have to look into his eyes. Mine always did speak for me, revealing things I didn’t want known to others.
“Nothing.” My tone had no conviction in it whatsoever.
“You never were a good liar.”
No, I wasn’t. Still, I shrugged, blowing off his comment.
“Come. Let’s shower.” I withdrew from him and moved toward the running water. He took hold of my arm, stopping me. Ugh! What did he want?
“Promise me you’ll talk to me if you need to.”
Smiling, I released myself from his hold, and stepped under the hot water.
My inner turmoil baffled me. I should’ve been floating on cloud nine. Logan had blessed me with two phenomenal orgasms with those big, strong hands of his. And his mouth? Don’t even get me started on the skillset he had going with that tongue of his. I got hot and bothered merely thinking about it and him. He oozed sexuality. So then why did my heart ache so much?
Probably because he’d told me we should take this thing going on between us day by day, something I didn’t think I could do. My head had jumped into fast forward mode, months ahead to the part where I cried myself to sleep at night with a broken heart again because of him.
13
Logan
Hot. And by that I didn’t refer to the water raining down over me and Drew. She had gained a hefty portion of confidence with that mouth of hers over the years, and it drove me all kinds of wild.
And her physique? There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe it. She had the entire package going on, flawless breasts to fill my hands, small, perky nipples to suck on, and soft pink areolas to wrap my mouth around. Mmm, so exquisite.
Great. Now my cock stiffened, thoughts of her creamy pale skin and erect peaks being the culprit for its sudden rise. And the visual—the shower pouring down over her nakedness as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and rinsed the shampoo out of her hair—fucking unbelievable, every man’s wet dream.
Then there was her tiny waist, the one I currently stared at in admiration as she squeezed excess water out of her long, flowing locks.
I never realized hair washing could be such a sensual experience. She indeed made it one.
While rinsing herself she gave me an up-close-and-personal view of her tight ass, which had the ideal amount of meat on it, perfect for squeezing and grabbing on to when I fucked her senseless.
When.
A key
word rattling repeatedly in my mind.
She washed her face, bringing my attention to her finer points, like her freshly manicured nails.
And last but certainly not least, her pussy. The taste of her still fresh in my mouth, my mind; her flavor as succulent and delicious as the rest of her. The thought of sampling her juices again had me practically drooling and my cock aching for more.
Her eyes met mine. I had to catch my breath. She had the most gorgeous shade of green known to mankind, flecks of gold highlighting them.
Patience was no longer in my vocabulary. I pushed her flush against the tile wall and took hold of her hands, fisting them above her head. She didn’t argue.
Leaning forward, I crushed my lips against hers. Our tongues danced with each other from our dire need to get closer. At least I felt the insane urge, but by the way she licked my lips and swirled her tongue around mine, I could swear we were on the same page. I nibbled on her bottom lip. She followed the outline of mine with her tongue.
My free hand skirted across her chest, to her nipples, firm and supple. I took one between two fingers and rolled it between them.
She moaned into my mouth, the vibrations of her desire only heating me up more. More being the key word. I needed and wanted it from her.
I reached behind her and cupped her ass, bringing her pussy forward to meet my begging cock. But I had no intention of breaking and entering. I respected her wishes to wait, against my dick’s request.
She lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist.
Struggling to break her hands free from my tight grip wouldn’t work to her benefit. She’d have to wait. I wanted them out of the picture. She grunted in protest, causing me to smile against her lips. She mimicked my gesture.
Two fingers on my left hand stretched her tight channel, my cock green with envy. I could hardly wait until she removed the DO NOT ENTER sign on her pussy, so I could bury myself balls-deep inside her.
My wishful thinking and impatience would have to remain on hiatus.
She arched her back, pressing her head against the wall. I got my thumb involved, using it to stroke her clit, her hips dancing to the rhythm of my fingers.
Unlocking my lips from hers, I brought mine to her scrumptious nipple instead, swirling my tongue around it.
Again, she jiggled her hands, trying to release them. This time I allowed her to. She immediately brought one down to my cock and wrapped her small hand around it, slowly running it up and down over my rigid length.
Now I grunted, but mine most definitely wasn’t in disapproval.
I fucked her hand, my fingers fucked her, the two of us moving our bodies to get in the best possible position for liftoff.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” The thought alone almost had me blowing my load in her palm.
“I can’t wait either, but not yet.”
“I know. I won’t push. I’ll wait until you’re ready, but I have to admit, every part of me is dying to be inside this tight pussy of yours.” Which only made me that much harder. Her tightness around my fingers had to mean it had been a while for her, making me feel like a million bucks.
Her gaze penetrated mine, she stroked my cheek with the back of her finger then down underneath my chin. Wow. Talk about a moment; this without a doubt one of them.
Sucking in a gulp of air helped me to slow things down. I brushed my lips against hers, slipping my fingers out of her and instead wrapping my arms around her, cradling her body tightly against mine.
She released my cock and snaked her arms around my neck.
For some reason, the lust consuming me had somehow left the building without giving me a heads-up and something tingly replaced it. I couldn’t describe it. More of a feeling, a fucking sensational one to boot.
This time when I kissed her, I did so in a more controlled manner with precision, focus, and intent.
She slid her hand into my hair. I did the same to hers, then cupped her cheek.
Drew broke the kiss, resting her forehead against my chin. We were both out of breath but not out of need, rather, out of neediness.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Her slim fingers glided up my chest. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity but in reality, probably only lasted a minute or two, if that.
Her eyes twinkled.
“Kind of feels like old times, huh?” A sense of comfort and familiarity filled me.
She skimmed her hand up my neck and into my hair. She nudged my head down so she could kiss me again but with a tad more vigor. She let my tongue know hers meant business.
Unsure of what she wanted, I let her take the lead. And she did so without hesitation, using her pointer finger to draw a straight line from my neck down to my erection. She wrapped her hand around the base and began moving her palm in an up-and-down motion, swiping her thumb across the tip for added stimulation and lubrication. Not that my dick required it. She had me juiced and ready to go.
Following her cue, my thumb leisurely trailed down her neck but stopped to take a detour to play with her erect nipples first.
Delicately, I brushed my lips over her ears. She tipped her head to the side. I continued to kiss her neck, up to her chin, finishing off by again taking possession of her lips.
Her clamped thighs needed an intervention. I nudged them apart to give me easier access to her still swollen clit, where I teased by making deliberate circles over it, just above and below. She cooed in delight, spiking my adrenaline.
Our lips parted. Little pecks here and there, tongue action in between.
She became more forceful in her grip, using steady pressure along my shaft only to soften when she slid her hand underneath to my sac, rolling my balls in the cup of her palm.
“Fuck, Drew.” I wanted those suckers in her mouth.
With a sinful glare, she licked a trail down my chin, gracing it with kisses during her decent. She followed a steady path down my neck and chest, where she flicked my nipple.
The anticipation of what she’d do next became too difficult to bear.
She removed my hand from her body and continued to lick me, now at my abdomen. She skipped over my cock and got on her knees.
How could she be so close yet so far?
Drew hovered slightly over my raging hard-on. Desire filled her emerald eyes when they caught mine.
I sank my hands into her hair, encouraging her to get on with the show.
She kissed the tip, bringing her luscious lips forward and placing them over my cock, her hand joining forces. She moaned in delight, swirling her tongue around my shaft, taking me inside her mouth, bobbing up and down over my length, her hand in sync with her head movements. If I hadn’t come during our first episode, I would’ve already exploded, but the second time around it usually took me a bit longer. I hoped she’d be up for the challenge.
She reached up and skimmed my abs. She brought her hand around to my ass, squeezing it.
The sight of her lips enveloping me? Shit, the ultimate aphrodisiac.
To get a better view of her face without her hair obstructing my view, I gathered it in my fist and bunched it on top of her head. She peered up at me from under her lashes.
“Mmm,” she purred.
What the hell had I done in my life to deserve this? She was moaning in pleasure from sucking me off? I whimpered. I also felt selfish. She deserved to feel good too. I wanted my fingers stroking her, but my cock wanted no part of that thought. I thrust my hips forward, pushing myself deeper into her mouth.
To my surprise, the wave inside began to rise.
Her hands became slippery in their ministrations, her mouth the culprit for that along with the water still raining down over us. She moved at a steady pace.
It baffled me how the water hadn’t turned cold yet. Maybe it had, but she had so eloquently caused my body heat to rise, it would’ve made it difficult for me to notice the temperature anyway.
The magnitude of goodness filling me rapidly escalated, the a
ll-too-familiar sensations in my dick building to gargantuan proportions.
And more.
I tugged on her hair, trying not to be rough, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My muscles clenched, my cock contracted, and a sense of numbness possessed me. All thoughts ceased, all the hoopla taking place throughout my body now focused on my cum being released into her mouth, my body stilling, my dick twitching, jerking. All the while, she continued to lave, dart, and flick her tongue over me. I moved her head, the intensity too much. I growled along with my release.
Fuckin’ A.
Best blowjob ever.
She stood, rinsing her mouth with water at the same time. She snaked her arms around my waist and rested her head against my chest. I caressed the silky smoothness of her hair.
She peered up at me, beaming, with her chin still comfortably leaning against my chest.
I brushed loose hair off her face.
“Logan Trimble, I haven’t had this much action in one night in forever.” She hummed in satisfaction.
Her statement rang like music to my ears. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same, even though tonight’s activities put all other experiences to shame, except the ones including Drew all those years ago.
“Drew Scarlett Sanders, you amaze me.”
She bit back a response to my compliment. I had to give it to her. She did a marvelous job of keeping her emotions sealed. I would have to change that.
“You’ve tired me out, but I’m hungry.”
“Can I take you to dinner? I know a great place close by that should still be open. And if it’s not, I’ll make it so it is.”
She nodded, grinning. “Sounds great. I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”
Too bad the more I got of Drew, the hungrier I felt for her.
“But first, I think I owe you something.”
She cocked her head to the side.
“Fortunately for you, I’m the type of guy who believes in giving as much as receiving.”
She smiled again.
“Turn around and bend over.”