by Robby Mills
Yep, his brain melted. He couldn’t remember how to breathe. Her tiny hand squeezed around him so tight his lungs finally expelled the stale air.
“I wish I could slip my hand down inside your jeans,” she whispered in his ear. “I want to feel more of you.”
Her voice had become husky, filled with passion and it heated his blood further. Tim found her mouth again, this time kissing her with desperation. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let him know she needed it as much as he did.
The lights suddenly came up in the bar as the DJ announced last call. Tim had gotten so lost in her lips he never noticed the music stop playing. “Do we take this further?” he asked in a raspy voice.
Jasmine answered with another squeeze of his cock. “Absolutely.”
Chapter Three
Tim kept Jasmine tight at his side as they walked the short distance to his hotel. He thought the walk would cool down his raging need. It only fueled the fire.
The brief ride in the elevator was excruciating. Jasmine leaned against the wall, giving him a promising, heated look. Even the short distance to his room’s door took forever. Once inside with the door shut behind them, his control snapped.
Jasmine squealed as he whirled her around and pushed her back against the door. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He dropped to his knees, touched her bellybutton piercing with his tongue and then sucked it between his lips. He made sure not to draw too hard on it but she must have enjoyed the pressure. Her fingers speared into his hair as she moaned.
“That’s fucking sexy,” he snarled and then dipped his tongue into her navel. Soft flesh, cool metal, he’d never experienced anything so erotic.
“If you like that,” she managed between pants, “you’ll love what you find lower.”
Tim froze. His head spun like a top and when it came to a crashing halt he jumped to his feet, pressed himself against her and filled his palms with her breasts. “Are you telling me you have a clit piercing?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” Jasmine gripped his shirt, jerked it up and attacked his nipple. Her hot little tongue licked before she sucked on his small nub.
In that instant he became one walking electrical current. Nerve endings snapped, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and without thought he ripped his shirt the rest of the way off. As she teased his nipple her hands stroked over his pecs, down his abs and then frantically worked the snap on his jeans.
He couldn’t let her touch him, not yet. He needed her naked, screaming and writhing. Damn it, he needed to see that clit piercing. Tim gripped her hips. “Jump.” He lifted, she wrapped her legs around his waist and when her core made contact with him, she moaned.
Before they made it to the bed, Jasmine somehow slipped her tight-fitting top off and tossed it. Now her soft breasts were pillowed against his bare chest. The feel of her hard nipples and silky skin made him stumble. She didn’t notice. Her mouth was too busy assaulting the junction of his shoulder and neck.
Jesus, he couldn’t think or breathe. Jasmine rubbed her pussy against him, right over the head of his tormented cock. The damn thing hammered inside his jeans, eager to feel her hot, wet body surround it. No, first he had to taste her, damn it, he spent all night wondering what she tasted like and he would.
Tim none too gently dropped her on the bed, pushed her back and froze at the sight of her naked from the waist up. Nothing fake about this woman. No, her breasts were firm, tipped with large pink nipples and areolas. Jasmine reached up and pushed her breasts together and up. When her tongue darted out and flicked her nipple he almost came in his jeans.
He’d never seen anything like it and he wanted to join in the fun. Shoving his knee between her thighs, Tim leaned down, braced himself on his elbow and lapped at her nipple with her. Their tongues touched, tangled briefly and then returned to the hard nub. Deciding he wanted a nipple of his own, Tim moved and sucked her free one hard.
Jasmine groaned, arched beneath him and ground her pussy against his knee. “Harder,” she cried out.
He obliged, rolling it on his tongue and pinching as he sucked. It made her hotter. She writhed on the mattress, held his head tight to her breast and dug her nails into his shoulder. The bite of her tiny nails added a pinch of pain he liked.
With a groan he pulled back, turned his attention to her shorts and unfastened them in seconds. Jasmine lifted her hips as he tugged the material down her thighs. She wore a thin scrap of material that he made quick work of with one yank. Her squeal of delight assured him he wouldn’t have to replace the panties.
As he pulled the material away he noticed her clean, smooth pussy and peeking out between swollen lips was a shiny silver ball. “Holy shit,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure what turned him on more. Her shaved pussy or the piercing.
Jasmine pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wide. “Told you.”
Tim swallowed hard and then licked his lips. He couldn’t stop staring at the contrast between her sweet pink flesh and the ball of silver. Jasmine reached down her body, slid her hand over her mound and then tugged on the piercing.
“It’s okay, Tim. It doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”
He watched her fingers jerk on it a few times before slipping between her outer lips and rubbing. Shimmering juice coated her fingers, making his mouth water. The gentle play allowed the scent of her arousal to drift, encompassing him, dragging him deeper into the storm of lust she cast with her first glance of the evening.
Mesmerized by her fingers working the swollen, pink and juicy flesh, Tim knelt, letting his hands skate over the smooth flesh of her legs. Lower and eye level now with the sight of her sex, he lost his sense of time and place. The only thing he could focus on, the only thing he needed at this second of his life, was to taste.
Tim leaned in. Jasmine parted her outer lips for him and he took his first lick of perfection. As his tongue touched silky, moist flesh at her opening and slid up between inflamed folds, sweet honey gathered on his tongue. The explosion of erotic fragrance and intoxicating nectar made his head spin and his body ignite into an oversensitive bundle of nerves.
The higher his tongue slid, the more he needed. Jasmine continued to play with the silver ball in her clit and when he reached the decorated nub he flicked it. Together they pleasured the nerves, her with her finger, he with the only muscle in his body he had control over at the moment. He liked that she participated instead of lying there. It added to the lust.
“Suck on it,” she pleaded in a breathy voice.
What man could argue with that request? After she pulled her fingers away, he gripped the little ball with his teeth, tugged a few times, rimmed the outer flesh of her clit with his tongue and then sucked them both between his lips. The little fleshy nub rolled like a ripe berry on his tongue, succulent, delectable and addicting.
Jasmine moaned, bucked her hips and then writhed. Tim never let go. As he sucked her he continued to play with the metal piercing. He pressed her thighs wider apart, buried his shoulders and settled in for a long dining experience.
Every little once in while he released her clit, devoured the fresh wave of mouthwatering nectar and then returned to his new favorite toy. He knew exactly when to ease back. Jasmine was incredibly vocal with her pleasure. Her cries grew louder as she neared orgasm. When he pulled back she panted and even cursed.
Eager to drive her insane with lust, Tim pressed two fingers inside her tight, hot, wet tunnel. He couldn’t contain the groan of pleasure as her delicate muscles gripped his fingers and bathed them in more delicious, warm juice. He fingered her in a slow, gentle rhythm, drawing out until the tips of his fingers were nearly free and then surging forward again.
He found a spot that appeared to be extra sensitive on her. When he rubbed it she bucked, shouted and held his fingers inside her body with a viselike grip.
“Jesus,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”
Tim reluctantly abandoned her clit and licked the spo
t at her opening as he flexed his fingers. Jasmine bolted up, fisted the bedspread in her hands and ground her pussy against his mouth. He had her close, teetering on the edge. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how she’d held off as long as she had.
“No more,” she growled, bunching her hands in his hair. “Make me come.”
He grinned, used his free hand to toy with her bellybutton piercing a second or two and then pushed her back down on the bed. If she wanted to come, he’d gladly grant her wish. Tim speared his tongue deep inside her, used one hand to tug her clit and the other to rub the spot he knew would send her hurtling into pleasure.
It didn’t take long. Her inner muscles clamped around his tongue and then the spasm began. Her orgasm, the gripping and releasing, her cries and whimpers of ecstasy brought him to the edge. He fought his release, at the same time enjoying the sweet, addicting nectar coating his tongue.
Every muscle in his body ached from being tense. His balls had tightened so fiercely he wasn’t sure they’d ever drop again and a full boil of release burned throughout his thighs. Still, he wasn’t about to miss one second of her coming on his tongue.
As soon as the last weak clench of her tunnel withered away, Tim turned his attention to her inner thighs. She had to be tender. The full-on assault of her pussy lasted far longer than he thought possible. As she lay there panting, he gently kissed and licked the satiny flesh of her thighs. Beautiful, tiny whimpers of delight filled the room.
“That was amazing,” she managed as he worked his way up to her hips.
“Yes, you are,” he replied, and then dipped his tongue into her navel.
“It’s your turn.”
Her fingers feathered through his hair as he made his way up her abdomen, kissing the valley between her breasts. She tasted salty now and he loved it. He always thought a good sweat was a sign of a good orgasm.
“Tim, I’m sure you’re about to come unglued.”
A kick of excitement skittered through him. He couldn’t wait for her luscious lips to surround his cock. “I won’t last long,” he replied before sucking a nipple. “It was all I could do to keep from coming in my jeans with you.”
He moved up to her mouth, pressed his jean-clad erection against her hip and let his mouth linger a breath above hers. “Can you taste how sweet you are on my lips?” With that, he kissed her hard, deep and thoroughly.
Jasmine licked his lips and then sucked his tongue. A tortured groan rolled from his throat as his cock gave a hard throb. He pulled back, panting. “If that’s any indication of how you give a blowjob, I’m in trouble.” Jesus, those lips were lethal. So soft and spongy yet giving enough pressure to destroy him.
“You’ll be fine,” she said, pressing against his chest and rolling him to his back. “I promise.” She straddled his hips, worked his zipper down and then gripped his cock through his boxers.
The muscles in his stomach clenched as he gazed up at her. What a beauty he’d found. Her long brown hair was tousled and sexy. Her full breasts were swollen and her large nipples were hard and erect. Fuck, he could still see her piercing peeking out.
“Why your clit and not your nipples?” A strange question but he knew she wouldn’t mind.
“I thought about it,” she answered, tugging his jeans down his hips.
He watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she worked the denim over his thighs. He lifted his hips but when he tried to help she slapped his hands away.
“The problem with nipple piercing for me is, I don’t like them showing through my tops. I like to go braless sometimes. The last thing I need is people staring at the hoops pressing through my shirt.”
Made sense, he supposed. Jasmine finally got his jeans off and made quick work of his boxers. He groaned as the soft material dragged over his hard shaft and then she gasped when his cock sprang free and came to rest on his belly. She stood there gazing at him for a moment, her eyes wide and a small smile forming on those gorgeous lips. That look, that excited, eager expression went miles to repair the damage to his ego.
Deb flung some insulting comments at him as they fought before she stormed out. He hated to admit that the words hit their mark. His confidence had suffered immensely. Questions about his age and ability to appear attractive to another woman plagued him until he decided that giving up was the only option.
“Well now,” she whispered as she removed his underwear. “I’m impressed, Tim Rockwell.” She urged him to slide down the bed until his feet were on the floor.
“Aw shucks, ma’am,” he said in his best fake southern drawl.
“I’m serious.” Jasmine slipped between his thighs on her knees, gripped his hard, aching cock and gave one slow stroke.
It had been so damn long since a woman touched him, Tim reveled in the moment. Bliss, heaven, he couldn’t put a name to it, but he whirled around in the pleasure with a huge-ass grin. That is, until she cupped his sac and then sucked a tight ball into her mouth.
Chapter Four
The wet heat of her mouth surrounded his flesh as her tongue lashed and curled around his ball. The gentle suction fried his brain, scrambled his senses and put his body in a state of arousal that threatened to tear him apart.
Tim sat up with a jolt, shoved his fingers in her hair and gripped tight. The slight sting of his aggressiveness made her groan with pleasure, sending vibrations through his balls and up his shaft.
“There’s something I should tell you,” he blurted out in a strangled voice.
Jasmine stopped, shifted her gaze up at him and waited.
“It’s been over two years since I’ve had a blowjob. I can’t even begin to tell you what you’re doing to me right now.” He heard the desperation leaking into his voice. He could only hope he didn’t sound weak or pathetic.
Jasmine’s eyes glittered as she released him and smiled. “I see. Then I guess I’ll have to be extra,” she stroked him as she adjusted her position, “diligent and generous with my methods.” She cradled his cock in her palm as she licked the entire length of his shaft.
Tim’s head nearly blew off his shoulders. Maybe it was because it had been so long or maybe because Jasmine was that good. He didn’t know and didn’t care. He had never felt the level of bone-melting pleasure this woman gave.
He braced himself on his elbows. No way would he miss a single second of watching her suck him. It might be years before it happened again and he wanted this memory burned into his brain.
“Hold on tight, Tim,” she purred and then parted her lips and filled her mouth with his cock.
“Aw, fuck,” he growled, fighting off his orgasm.
Wet heat, soft, silky lips and the perfect amount of pressure engulfed his shaft. She took her time devouring him, letting her tongue caress the underside of his aching shaft. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and then trickled down his temple. He fought to draw air into his burning lungs. In the distance he could hear strangled sounds before realizing they came from him.
Once she had him fully encased and nudging the back of her throat, she sucked hard, bathing him in hot saliva. Tim gritted his teeth and growled as his fingers tightened in her hair. Once again she moaned, sending vibrations racing over his shaft.
He actually twitched inside her mouth as he bore down on every muscle, fighting off the orgasm threatening to spill down her throat. “Can’t do this long,” he said between clenched teeth.
Jasmine pulled back slightly and gripped the base, putting direct pressure with her thumb on one spot. All of a sudden the urge to blow diminished. Oh he was still on the verge, but not nearly as bad as a second ago.
As she pulled back, he released her hair and flipped it over her shoulder so he could get a full picture of his cock and her lips. He’d never seen a more erotic sight in his life. Perfectly pink lips stretched, leaving behind a wet trail. And her tongue, sweet Jesus, the way she flattened it so it would caress his flesh was fucking hot. This woman knew what she was doing.
Over and over she devoure
d him, sucking until her lips hollowed, gripping him like a wet, eager pussy. Every so often she hummed, electrifying his tight balls. Even the sound of her lips sliding over his soaked cock was a massive turn-on.
Heat, tight suction, the sound and smell of their oral sex play drove him mad until his hips were lurching off the bed and actively fucking her mouth. Jasmine’s head bobbed up and down, her heavy breasts bounced and when her teeth raked his cock, he knew he’d come to the end.
“Jasmine,” he growled in warning.
It was coming. He could feel it racing through him. No stopping it now. She released his cock with her mouth, gripped and pumped his shaft and smiled.
“Come on my tits.”
The first spurt of his hot come shot right between her breasts, followed by a rumbling growl bursting from his throat. She pumped him harder, thank God, because he couldn’t even make a fist at this point. Nothing but blind pleasure surged through him, stealing his strength. Her tight little fist worked every ounce of come from his body. Before the last spurt could spew from his slit, she leaned forward, tucked his cock between her breasts and smooshed them together. She bobbed up and down, fucking him with her slick tits.
“Fuck,” he groaned, loving the sight of his head peeking out between those lush mounds of flesh.
Somewhere in the midst of all the erotic pleasure, he discovered his heart had relocated to his throat and was currently hammering to break free. He’d close his eyes, try to calm the thundering organ, but no way was he going to miss the sight of her slowly fucking him this way. Damn. He must have done something right to deserve all this.
Eventually Jasmine released his deflating cock, crawled up next to him on the bed and pushed him back. They lay there like that for a long while until his heart returned to its proper placement and he could breathe without gasping. She snuggled against him with her head on his chest.
“Give me a moment and I’ll get a towel to clean you up.”
“I can do it,” she said, and then yawned.