by LS Anders
Once her butt reached the bottom edge, he was somehow sitting on his artist stool, his face eye level with her vagina. Heat flamed her face. She had never had a man’s face this close to her feminine flesh. Brent had never gone down on her, and she always wondered what it would feel like. The look in Tegan’s eyes said she was about to find out.
Groaning, he leaned forward nuzzling her intimately, inhaling deeply of her scent. Fighting to keep her eyes open and her chin down so she could watch what he had planned for her next. The heat from his mouth and the moisture from his tongue wet her panties further. His goatee tickled as he tongued and kissed her through the thin cotton. The slickness of his tongue touched the bare creases of her legs making her pant, making her wish she had forgotten to wear anything underneath her dress.
Pulling away slightly, he hooked his fingers between both leg openings and ripped the material easily, the remains left to circle her hips. With excruciating slowness, he took his time studying her intimate flesh. She felt like she was at the most erotic gynecologist exam of her life with the most gorgeous doctor on the planet. It didn’t seem possible, but she felt the petals of her sex open for him, blood rushing to where she wanted his mouth the most.
He slowly descended on her again, barely touching his lips to her sex. His tongue darted out to run along her crevice sending another surge of fluid to her tight slit, almost cuming from the contact.
When he laid the flat of his tongue nearly to her rectum, lapping at her and then covering her entire sex with his mouth devouring her, she did cum. And she came hard, throwing her head back, gripping the sides of the chair.
Driving his tongue into her center, she arched off the chair, but he kept his meal where he wanted her, holding her ass firmly in both his large hands pressed hard against his mouth.
She’d never felt anything like it in her life. Between the hot slickness of his tongue piercing her deep, his mouth and teeth working her lips and clit, she was soon building up to another orgasm.
Her hand found its way to the back of his head. Her fingers tunneling their way to his scalp, holding him where she needed him as the room splintered into a million tiny pinpoints of light around her.
Strong hands turned her over onto her belly, her legs left to dangle over the sides again. Lifting her pelvis slightly, something smooth, hot, and wide pushed against her slick heat. She gripped the sides of the table as his thick head breached her opening. He was already stretching her tight, but the sting felt delicious as he slowly pushed a few more inches inside.
There was no way all of him was going to fit. Her legs were already spread wider than she ever thought imaginable, and her vagina felt stuffed full of just his blunt head. She’d never seen his penis and wondered how much more of it there was. Surely her tight slit wouldn’t hold him.
Surging forward, her flesh gave way as he pushed his way fully inside of her. The combination of the way she was situated and him pressing her down into the cushioned chair made her convulse as his thickness pushed down hard, keeping constant pressure on her G-spot.
She heard him growl behind her, his breathing had turned erratic. Holding her by the fleshiest part of her hips, the chair kept her legs spread wide as he thrust smoothly and evenly inside her. With every inward thrust, she felt as if she were having a mini-orgasm, his head bearing down against the spongy tissue she thought was a myth that he had magically brought to life. She was helpless to do anything more than enjoy the ride. She had no traction and not much leverage to push back against him, so she let him have his way with her body, basking in the pleasure he was giving her.
This was what all the girls talked about, that size was everything. It sure as fuck was. He had filled her to bursting, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world to be stretched wide, to be thoroughly plundered.
Just when she thought he couldn’t make her feel any more pleasure, he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper and harder. He was close to cuming, his breathing had changed and the added friction against her G-spot sent her soaring. The deep, heavy contractions made her cry out his name as she jerked against him until she was shaking from her release.
So… Rayna was a gusher.
His ego wanted it to be the first time she’d ever cum that hard. He’d found that magic spot inside her and had purposely concentrated pressure there to make her explode. He’d bet she wasn’t aware she had drenched him and figured as inexperienced as she seemed to be, she would be mortified to see the amount of cum that had gushed out of her from around his cock.
The feeling was amazing. It was like having his balls washed in a hot bath while her tight little pussy convulsed around his shaft. The front of his pants were soaked with her enthusiastic response. Wanting an up close and personal replay of her drenching action, he wondered if he could make her do it again.
Flipping her over, she was limp and mostly lethargic in her post orgasmic bliss, but he had a new mission and making her cum all over his goatee was it.
He’d never eaten a girl out after he’d cum inside her, but this was no ordinary girl and the look of hero worship she was giving him said her dead husband hadn’t done a very good job in the bedroom.
Pfft, fucking idiot.
Dropping back down onto his artist stool, he pulled her ass to the edge of the chair. Pushing her legs upwards and out of his way, he wasted no time diving in. Ravaging her sex with his tongue and mouth, he slid two fingers inside her fiery hot center. Crooking his fingers to press hard against that spongy tissue inside her slippery channel, he created a friction that soon had her writhing for him.
Her delicate moans turned harsh, and he knew she was close. Increasing his rhythm, he slipped a third finger inside, stretching her more and pressed harder on her G-spot. Sucking hard on her clit before pulling back at her first contraction, he watched in male satisfaction as her cum gushed out from around his fingers not once but three times. Unable to resist, he pulled his fingers free, rubbing his goatee over her sensitive lips before lapping up her hot juices.
“That was fucking amazing,” he commented, before gently placing a kiss over her swollen lips.
Looking up at her face, her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head had lolled to the side. She looked completely worn out. No. She looked well loved. Taken care of the way a beautiful woman like her should always be satisfied.
When she made no effort to move, he wondered if she’d fallen asleep. “Kitten, are you alright?”
“I have no energy left at all, I don’t even want to move right now.”
Tegan didn’t want her to move either, he had a terrific view of the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen in his life. It was literally perfect. A bald, pale pink, gorgeously-delicate lipped feminine confection that tasted sweeter than crème brûlée. And he wanted nothing more than to be buried inside her slippery sweetness for the remainder of the night. Surprisingly, his cock was twitching its approval.
Pfft. Rayna’s pussy was like the fountain of youth. He hadn’t had this fast of a turn around since he was a teenager.
An idea born from pure hormones formed inside his head and fell out of his mouth before he could stop it. “Isn’t there a bedroom on the third floor? We should go stay up there tonight instead of going home.”
It was a terrible idea, one that was only going to produce more tender feelings that he wasn’t going to be comfortable with, but his cock was still hungry, and his brain had yet to clear from the flood of testosterone.
Rayna’s eyes searched his face as he rubbed the insides of her thighs. Her pelvis already beginning to shift under his hands. “I think that would be alright. Evana said anyone that needed a place for the night was welcome to use it.”
“Let’s go.” Tegan grabbed her up as if she weighed nothing, cradling her front tight against his chest in a hug that had her feet dangling off the ground.
Making their way to the back of the studio, he was grateful that she had wrapped her legs around his waist and was holding onto his u
nfastened pants like a makeshift belt otherwise, they would be pooling around his ankles.
Checking the lock on the back door and flipping off the rest of the lights, they waited as the old freight elevator clanked its way down to them. The ride up was so full of roaming hands and kisses, they almost didn’t notice when the car came to a jerky halt on the third floor.
Fumbling with the key that was stashed above the door, Tegan finally managed to get them inside, growing more eager with every step. Rayna pointed out which closed door had the bedroom as they weaved their way around Vehn’s makeshift photography studio.
Her back had barely touched the mattress before he was buried deep inside her once more. Oh fuck, her sweet little pussy felt so good. Trying to slow down and take his time, he concentrated thrusting slow and deep as he penetrated her over and over again.
Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she brought his mouth down over hers, kissing him as if she needed him to breathe. Their tongues danced together as their bodies moved in unison creating a slow burn. Heat culminated into flames until they were panting into each other’s mouths, writhing together in mutual bliss.
Tegan finished stripping Rayna of her clothing. Exhaustion quickly claimed her as he lay awake with her sexy body curled around his. He swallowed hard against the tightness forming in his chest as she burrowed deeper into his heart.
Before tonight, it had been a long time since he’d had sex, and he never remembered Tracy’s pussy ever feeling this good. Rayna wasn’t anything like Tracy, who considered sex nothing more than an act for self-gratification. Rayna was a beautiful person inside and out. She actually cared about others besides herself, which made him feel guilty about what he had just been doing with her. He knew Rayna wasn’t the kind of person that could randomly have sex and walk away with no emotional connection, and it would seem in this case, he was falling victim to that as well.
Waking to Rayna undulating against his side, she rubbed her face on his chest moaning when her clit rubbed against his leg.
“Sorry, T. I know you’re trying to sleep, but you’re driving me crazy.” Circling her hand around his cock, he was shocked to find he was already rock hard for her again. “How is your dick this big?”
That was the nicest question anyone had ever asked him, he thought as he pulled her on top of him, splitting her legs open with his hands. Grabbing her ass, he ground his cock hard against her, then slid a hand between her cheeks, running his fingers through her pussy. Hissing between his teeth when he found her sloppy wet.
“Ride me, Rayna, take what you want,” he said, moving her into a sitting position.
“I don’t know how.” She seemed bewildered, but began to roll her hips causing his breath to catch.
“Just like that, Kitten, only with me inside you,” he explained, positioning his head against her slick opening. “Don’t worry about me, just do what feels good to you.”
Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she tentatively lowered herself down onto him as he watched her beautiful pussy swallow his head. She was looking down where they were joined, watching as she experimented. Grinding her hips, she popped the head out and slid it back inside herself moaning as she did.
Grinding his molars, he was having to concentrate to keep from cuming. She was amazingly innocent in her erotic exploration, but he had said for her to do what felt good to her, so he was determined to let her have her fun… even if it killed him.
Sliding down slowly onto his shaft, she seated herself completely throwing her head back in pleasure. Her little moans were driving him crazy as she began to experiment with slow and then faster thrusts. Slow was amazing as she slid down to grind against his pelvis, but her moans soon turned lusty as she increased her rhythm.
Tegan reached back and grabbed onto the headboard, as she was soon giving him the ride of his life. He never expected that she would like it this rough. Leaning forward, she planted her palms on his chest, her knees were off the mattress, and her weight was on the balls of her feet as she slammed their flesh together over and over, burying his cock inside herself almost violently.
He wasn’t going to last much longer as her tight sheath started to grip him.
She cried out, her hips jerking hard as she flooded him with her delicious wetness. His balls tightened almost painfully as he emptied everything he had inside of her. Collapsing on top of him, he gathered her close, reveling in the completeness he felt when he was with her.
The next morning when Rayna awoke on top of Tegan, from where she had fallen asleep after riding him like a mechanical bull in a country western bar, had been… agonizingly awkward.
She’d hoped for something more from him as far as emotions went, but the distance between them seemed to have increased over night, the sex pulling them further apart. It was a strange feeling to have intimate knowledge of someone that remained emotionally detached.
They had gone their separate ways just after waking to get prepared for Avie and Cale’s wedding. She was glad for the flurry of activity that weddings required to keep her mind distracted from mulling over the whys of Tegan’s continued distance from her.
She knew Avie had purposely paired her up with Tegan in the wedding party line up. During rehearsals, there had been flirty exchanges and lingering, covert glances. Nothing of the sort had happened this evening, and it had been uncomfortable at best when she’d had to slip her hand inside the crook of his arm to be led back down the aisle after the ceremony.
Now, she was doing her best impression of a wall flower, sitting alone at a table, while it looked to be everyone else at the reception was paired up and on the dance floor enjoying their evening. Some were obvious couples, comfortable enough with each other that they danced close together in silence, not feeling the need for conversation, while others looked self-conscious and kept a bit of distance between their bodies as they moved as one to the slow music.
Her eyes kept veering over to Evana, who was paired up with Cale’s brother, Jake, appearing to be fairly comfortable with him as they swayed together keeping to a stationary spot on the floor. They were chatting about something, and it struck her as odd that Evana kept shyly ducking her head. She had never witnessed her friend behave that way over the attention of a man. Normally, she met them eye to eye, never showing intimidation or nervousness to anyone or anything, a trait Rayna strived to obtain.
Tegan swirled Callie around on the dance floor, and she couldn’t squelch the surge of jealousy that bubbled up. She was nearly bursting with it, watching from the sidelines as Tegan took Callie on another turn around the dance floor.
Cursing herself for the spear of lust that shot to her center, she hadn’t thought it was possible for him to look any more desirable than he did on any given day, but it was inconceivable how fabulous he made that tuxedo look. Bad boy delicious swathed in night time elegance. Not even his sleepy, rumpled look could match this.
She caught movement in her peripheral. Tearing her eyes away from Tegan, she noticed Vehn looking lost as he gave her a sad smile and wandered over to where she sat alone. She truly liked Vehn, but she was not in the mood for sympathetic company. Pulling out a seat, he joined her at the table.
“Why aren’t you dancing with Callie?” she asked, trying for a genuine smile.
“Your man stole her away.”
“He’s not my man,” Rayna clipped out a response, immediately going on the defense.
Vehn merely gifted her with that signature smile of his that had made him millions. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand to her.
She clasped it in hers, but held onto it in a silent apology for being short with him. “No, thank you. I’m not really in the mood to celebrate.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Vehn studied her face as she watched Tegan and Callie make another pass on the dance floor.
“I’m in love with Tegan and, I just don’t know what to do about it,” she said to herself.
“I have it on good authority
that he feels exactly the same way about you.” Vehn gently squeezed her hand regaining her attention.
“Really?” Rayna’s eyes widened in surprise as she realized that she had spoken her thoughts aloud.
“Really.”
Tegan and Callie finished their dance. Spotting her and Vehn, they made their way over to the table. Rayna watched in pure, unadulterated envy as Tegan leaned into Callie and said something that caused her to laugh, wishing with every tiny bit of her heart that it was her he had shared a whisper.
Had she just blurted out to Tegan’s best friend that she was in love with him? Vehn had said Tegan felt the same way, but she highly doubted that. He had shown no signs that he had any strong emotions for her other than maybe friendship with some lust thrown in. And what in the hell was she thinking throwing out the “L” word?
Was she really in love with Tegan?
Vehn released her hand as she was soon forgotten by him once Callie had arrived. Rising from his seat, Vehn the consummate gentleman pulled out the chair next to him for his girl. As Tegan sat in the seat next to her, she gave him a small smile before pretending to be interested in what was happening on the dance floor.
Tegan hadn’t asked her to dance, and it didn’t appear that he was going to. Pain stabbed her sternum from the sting of rejection. But if her heart got broken, it would be her own damn fault. Tegan had not promised her anything, and she had been the one to approach him last night. She was the one that had sought him out to regain his lost attention, and she had succeeded. He hadn’t proclaimed his undying love for her before she willingly spread her legs and let him take her.
Besides, he wasn’t acting any different than he had yesterday or the day before. Just because they’d had sex didn’t automatically escalate her to girlfriend status. She needed to stop being so old-fashioned. People had sex all the time with no strings attached, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to completely run him off with all her emotional insecurities.