by Linda Verji
His kisses trailed down the fabric, setting her aflame afresh. The heat only got more intense when his fingertip traced the lacy edge of her panties teasing her.
“Aaah!” she moaned as she clung to his head, afraid to release him lest he stop. Fortunately he didn’t. He slid his fingers from the edge of her panties and drew it slowly over the cleft of her warm sex beneath the lacy material. She jerked and whimpered when he suddenly pressed the errant finger right over her clit. It didn’t matter that there was fabric between his touch and her flesh, the sensations were just as sharp, just as pleasurable.
His hands journeyed to the edge of her panties to drag them down, and she instinctively lifted her lower body so that he could remove them. With one quick draw and toss he had her completely naked. Lowering himself back down to her, he kissed one knee then the other, one inner thigh then the other. He traced a wet path with his tongue from that spot downwards, downwards to her…
“Yesss,” she hissed in pleasure when his tongue finally reached her center. But he wasn’t done with her. With one long flick of his tongue along the full length of her moist labia, he had her releasing a throaty moan. And when he started to lap at her leaking juices, London was sure that she was well on her way to full-on insanity.
“Aaah!” The pleasure he wrought in her body with that wicked tongue was beyond anything she’d ever felt. She caressed his skull and purred as sensation after sensation racked through her.
It can’t possibly get any better than this, she thought. She was wrong. The moment he flicked his tongue over the protruding bud that was her clit, the world shattered right in front of her.
“Oooh God. Aaah-” she squealed as the fireworks started. Swiveling her hips against his mouth and whimpering in an unconscious plea for him to lick her harder, she plunged head first into her orgasm. Even as she rode that wave he kept licking, and licking, and licking… then he pushed one finger and she was done for her.
With a loud cry, she shattered into several fragments.
It took a while for her to come together again. But Zeke never let her go. He held her pressed tight against his searching tongue and finger as she trembled in the wake of her release. With slow flicks he drew her back down to earth – back down to him. It was only when her trembling eased that he pulled away from her.
London dragged her eyes open to find him kneeling between her legs, unbuttoning his shirt. Once he had three buttons open, he impatiently chucked the shirt over his head. When he reached for his belt, she stopped him. “Let me do that.”
He studied her intently as she rose to sitting position and reached for his belt. She struggled with the buckle for a second before it finally got undone. After unclasping the clasp, she took hold of his zipper and pulled it down. She was immediately confronted with the very heavy length of him pressing against his stark white boxer-briefs. Careful not to touch him, she took hold of the waistband of his pants and pulled them all the way down until they bunched up at his still bent knees.
And that’s when she turned her full attention to him - or rather to his jutting cock.
There was no doubt that Mr. Landa-Hollis was a big man. No wonder she hadn’t been able to take all of him. Even covered up, he was intimidating. She should’ve been intimidated. Yet, all she could think about was attempting again to have all of him. She cupped him over his boxer-briefs, loving the way he sucked in a sharp breath when she began to caress him.
Her lips twitching, she grabbed the edge of his boxer-briefs and drew them down to release him from confinements. His cock sprung forward with the strength of a marauding warrior. It unfurled to stand thick and strong before her.
“Mm.” She bit her lip, as she closed her fingers around his shaft. He felt so thick in her hands, so long, so veiny. Her hand looked small against his flesh as it tightened around him and her fingers barely closed around him as they slid upwards.
“Fuck,” his hushed groan drew her attention. She flicked her gaze upwards to find his face a harsh mask of lust focused completely on her and what she was doing. Her eyes still glued to his, she lowered herself to all fours then brought her mouth towards his engorged crimson crown. Closer, closer, closer….
THE MOMENT SHE set her lips on him, the world stopped in its tracks. Every ounce of blood in Zeke’s body stopped in its tracks then changed direction and raced straight to his cock. The feel of her tongue flicking so tentatively over the helmet of his cock sent his senses spinning on their collective head. And when she finally engulfed him completely it charred him, sent him spinning so far into pleasure he wasn’t even sure how he managed to keep from cumming immediately.
His fingers sifted into her hair as she pleasured him with her hot furnace of a mouth. Each move she made was expert, practiced and purposely designed to drive him to the edge.
“London,” he groaned her name as she slid her mouth to the tip then let him sink back into her.
Damn! How the hell was a man supposed to keep his composure when he was being broken down cell by cell?
It can’t possibly get any worse, he thought. Then she hummed. The action sent thrilling vibrations along his cock that had him tightening all his muscles so he wouldn’t spill himself into her mouth, and he realized he was so wrong. Things could get worse - or better. He didn’t even know. Or care. All that mattered right now was the wicked, wicked, wicked things she was doing to his body.
When one of her hands came up to cup his balls, he had to sit back on his hunches just to keep from keeling over.
“Fuck!” His head fell backwards as she followed him, her mouth still running up and down his length even as her dainty hands toyed with his sac. Wiping his hands over his face, he groaned, “So fucking… good.”
Her oral assault was breaking him down, driving him further and further towards that edge that he couldn’t come from. His balls started to draw up in their sack as a prelude to an orgasm. Every nerve in his body wanted to let go then, but he didn’t. He wanted to be inside her when he finally came. So summoning strength that he didn’t even know he had, he wove his hands into her hair then dragged her head away from his groin. She released him with a loud pop that reverberated in the room to merge with his rough, fast-paced breathing.
Licking her lips, she started, “Zeke, let me-”
He swallowed the rest of her words with a sweltering kiss that drew a moan from her lips. Still kissing her, he lowered her backwards until she was once more on her back on his bed. One last scorching kiss then he stumbled off the bed to discard his clothes. He’d never gotten rid of his clothes so quickly. In seconds his pants, boxer-briefs and socks were gone leaving him naked as her. He rushed to grab a condom from the bedside drawer before he turned back to her.
And she was waiting for him with open arms. The moment he lowered his body back over hers, she wound her arms around his neck. Circling his hands across her trim ankles then slowly running his fingers up the full length of her toned legs, he widened her so that he could fit better over her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he settled his shaft along her molted cleft until it lay pressed smack between her flowered lips.
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” she smiled against his lips even as she slid downwards a little letting his cock slip along her pussy and brush her clit. That drew a whimper from her. “Aaah!”
“You like that, huh?” His lips quirked in a small smile as this time he slid forward and rubbed his tip around that hard, sensitive bud. Her response was another whimper that only made him want to make her cry out more. He slid his shaft back and forth a few times letting her slick juices coat his cock.
“That feels so good,” she moaned as her desire-shadowed gaze locked with his. “So so good.”
“It will feel so much better once I do this-” He repositioned his cock until it was at her entrance then pressed forward.
“Oh, shit!” Her mouth opened up in a silent cry, her legs tightened even further around his flanks and her pussy sp
read open around the broad head of his shaft as he started to make his way into her.
With just one inch in, he suddenly stopped. “How’s that?”
“More,” she cried out on a hushed whisper.
Instead of giving her what she wanted, he withdrew and pushed in only that one inch in her. He smiled when he felt her pushing back into him, trying to get more of him but he forestalled her movements with a firm grip on her. Irritation flared in her hooded gaze and then she dug her fingers into his arms so hard he was surprised he didn’t yelp because of the immediate pain.
“More,” she growled.
“Ask nicely,” he countered, still plaguing her with just that one inch.
Her mouth firmed into a thin straight line and he thought she might actually refuse, so he pushed just a little extra inch into her to remind her what she was missing. She gasped, “Zeke, please!”
“Good.” He grinned, then drove his hips forward. “Is this what you want?”
“Yesss,” she hissed as the pleasure hit her. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He slowly but insistently pushed his shaft deeper and deeper into her, reveling in how warm, how tight she was. And the constant streams of moans slipping from her lips only encouraged him to fit himself deeper into her. Plastering his lips onto hers, he forced her to surrender to him completely, open up to him completely. Keenly aware that she wasn’t able to take all of him yet, he pushed in while watching her eyes for any signs of pain. The moment he saw her wince, he stopped pushing.
“You okay?”
She bit her lip and nodded. He could’ve chosen to dig in deeper but he didn’t want to hurt her. This was as much about her pleasure as it was of his. Giving her time to relax, he lowered his head and took her lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was only when he felt her completely relax around him that he lifted slightly on his elbows. He lowered his gaze between them so he could watch as he retreated from her snug entrance. His shaft emerged from her pussy glistening with her juices. He pulled back until only his tip remained then jutted forward once again, long, hard and deep.
“Uuugh!” she whimpered, her grip on his arms tightening. Those whimpers increased in volume as he began a steady rhythm in and out of her. London in the throes of passion was a sight to behold. Her plump lips were open as if begging for his kiss, her pert breasts bounced with each jut of his cock into her, and her dark skin glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration.
“More,” she begged. He pushed himself half into her then withdrew. But she shook her head. “More of you.”
“I can’t,” he murmured even as he sunk into her again. His cock felt as stiff as steel and she was stretched so damn tight around him, it’d had to be painful for her. “I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she panted, her hands lowering to his ass and squeezing. “I want it all.”
He didn’t want to give it all to her. Yet he wanted to, so damn badly.
“Please,” she begged, pushing her hips upwards so even more of him sunk to her. How could he refuse her when she asked so sweetly? His hands on the back of her thighs, he widened her more before pulling out then thrusting in. This time he didn’t stop when he reached the halfway point. He kept pushing, and pushing, exiting then pushing in another incher deeper…
“Don’t stop,” she encouraged, her breathing as rough as his as every inch of her clung tightly to him. So he shoved harder. He squeezed his eyes shut and crammed himself in deep. With a sharp inhalation she gave in, just a small degree.
“London, you’re so damn tight!” He breathed raggedly near her ear as he tilted his hips ever so slightly so he could go deep. “So damn tight.”
“There, right there,” she gasped as she gave in a bit more, took more of him, clenched and pulled at him. Even if he wanted, there was no way he could keep from pushing into her with unrelenting ferocity. Her eyes darkened. Her pussy clenched and pleaded. And he thrust and thrust. Her body began to shake, then with a strong sucking pull she took in the last inch of him.
He was completely inside her. Finally.
A low, guttural moan escaped him and his legs almost buckled as unbelievable thrill raced through him. Looking at London, he found her eyes fixed on him and her mouth open in a silent scream. He lowered his head to capture that scream to turn it into a sweet whimper.
Though he was desperate to start moving, he lifted his head to ask, “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay.” Her words came on a shaky breath. She shifted slightly underneath him and tilted her hips as if to keep him sealed inside her. “That feels so good.”
“You sure?” he asked even though his body was trembling and his cock was throbbing mercilessly, demanding satisfaction.
She smiled. “Just shut and fuck me.”
London had to be the only woman who could make ‘fuck’ look like a word that should be put in poetry book. Smiling, he lowered his mouth to hers in a deep kiss before he started to move.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her satisfied sighs echoed in time to his slow and thorough pumping.
As much as he wanted to jack-hammer into her and get his, he held on to his control determined to hold on until she had her release. That release wasn’t long in coming. In minutes, she was twitching, writhing and trembling. Then her whole body began to tremble and the muscles of her vagina began contracting around his length. He suckled on her neck as he drove her inexorably towards the edge. With a tiny scream she finally came.
That was his cue to finally have his release. He slammed in and out of her in short strokes. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to be completely inside her, to consume every inch of her. He wanted her as deep as he could get her. So he propped her thighs over his arms as he withdrew the solid bar that was his cock and pistoned forward again.
“Zeke, Zeke, Zeke,” she gasped his name over and over again as he thrust in and out, in and out, in and out….
“Fuck,” he cussed when he felt the boiling semen speeding to his cock. He bent down to slant his mouth hard over hers as complete animal instinct took control of him. With short, fast, strokes, he jack-hammered his way to the finish line. His orgasm when it came was thought shattering. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t talk. All he could do was release a harsh groan as the delightful sensations rushed him like an unrestrained river, flooded him, drowned him.
Several minutes and a changed position later he was still reeling from the intensity of their coupling. Sucking in deep breaths, he stared up at the ceiling even as he held London over him. From her fast breathing, he was sure that she hadn’t recovered either. But then she laughed.
“What?” he lowered his gaze to her.
“And you thought this was a bad idea.” She shook her head as a small smile played on her lips. “That was amazing.”
It was enough to yank Zeke back from the clasp of lust and to let his logic rush in. His voice was soft as he said, “It was amazing. But I still think it’s a bad idea.”
“Why?” London’s face creased in curiosity as she studied him. “It’s not like we’re hurting anyone.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asked. “What if one of us begins to have feelings?”
She was silent for a moment then asked, “You mean what if I begin to have feelings?”
He didn’t say anything because, frankly, he wasn’t sure that she was the only one in danger of getting tangled in emotions she couldn’t untangle herself from.
“Zeke, I know your position,” London finally said. “I’d be stupid to let myself fall for you knowing that it can’t go anywhere. And I’m stupid. You don’t need to worry that I’ll start demanding things you can’t give me. All we’re doing here is having a little fun.”
“What about when it no longer becomes fun?” He stroked his fingers over her face. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend, London. And sex has a habit of destroying the best friendships.”
She watched him thoughtfully, and he could tell that his words were beginning to sink in “So what you’re say
ing is that you want us to stop.”
“I don’t want us to stop,” he corrected. “I just think we should.”
“Okay.” She shrugged. “If that’s what you want then we’ll stop. This is the last time.”
“The absolute last time,” he agreed.
CHAPTER 14
Three weeks later.
“This is the absolute last time,” Zeke puffed as he smoothed his hands over London’s naked back.
“That’s what you said last time.” She laughed breathlessly as she guided him into her.
“I’m serious now,” he insisted as he pushed aside the sides of the shirt she was wearing so he could watch her lowering herself onto him. The sight that met him was breath-taking. Her pussy opened up around him like a flower and consumed his shaft slowly but surely until he bottomed out inside her. The tightness, the heat… Damn! His breath coming in rough puffs, he promised, “This is the last, last time.”
“Okay, if you say so.” Her eyes twinkling with amused disbelief, she set her hands on his shoulders and started to ride him.
This scene had been repeated so many times in the last three weeks that Zeke had stopped counting. Every day he swore that they were going to stop having sex. Then he’d see her and all his good intentions would be blown away like chaff in the wind. Honestly, he was really trying - but there were just some things a red-blooded man couldn’t resist.
Take last weekend; she’d conned him into taking her to an overnight horror camp because all her friends were too scared to go with her. You’d think that the words ‘overnight’ and ‘camp’ would’ve clued her in that they might need to sleep at some point. But, reckless as always, she’d come without her own sleeping bag. Of course he was too much of a gentleman not to share. Sharing the sleeping bag plus all the clinging because of scary sounds outside had led to them being closer than he intended, which had led to some unplanned touching, then… suffice to say it wasn’t his fault that they’d woken up the next morning naked.