“I’m close,” she whispered.
My cock hardened impossibly further.
“I know, Tammy! I think they’re identical twins, too! Can you imagine having both of those hotties at the same time?” another female voice butted in.
The sound of water running had me dropping her back down to her feet before I dropped down to my knees and roughly shoved her dress up.
I was extremely pleased that they had such a big stall, otherwise it would’ve been impossible to do this here.
But it was, and we did.
I held her dress up with one hand and lifted her leg to rest over my shoulder with the other before I pulled her panties aside and buried my mouth into her pussy.
The flavor of her burst over my tongue like a spice cake, and I nearly groaned in excitement.
Tasha did let out a little squeak of surprise that quickly turned to sheer lust in the next second.
“Oh, God,” she gasped when I shoved two fingers back into her while I sucked her pretty little clit into my mouth.
I flicked it with my tongue and looked up at her as she watched me go down on her.
I wasn’t the least bit surprised when the ripples started to roll through her.
Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and her juices covered my face.
I lapped and sucked my way through her orgasm, only stopping when her fingers tightened into my hair.
“What was that?” the woman outside the stall asked.
“I thought I heard something,” the other replied.
“Oh, well, I don’t hear anything now.”
I let her panties slip back over her pussy, then brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean.
Her eyes widened as she watched, her chest heaving.
I stood up and pressed my mouth against hers.
She didn’t seem to mind the taste of herself on my mouth, and I found that I quite liked that a fuckuva lot.
Oh, the possibilities.
“Let’s go eat,” I mumbled.
Her smile was timid.
“I think you already did.”
Chapter 11
I never make the same mistake twice. Usually it’s five or six times. A girl has to be sure.
-Life Lesson
Tasha
I was nervous as hell as he led me into his house.
It was dark and quiet, both of his sisters had chosen to stay at the hotel near the vineyard. Their mother had booked a room for them for the night so they wouldn’t have to drive, and I was fairly sure CeeCee and Joe were using it before the wedding even ended.
I was glad we had the house to ourselves, because I suspected things that I was really looking forward to were going to happen. Loudly.
Or would have, had Casten not gotten a phone call.
My belly was fluttering like bats had taken flight inside me.
I turned to regard Casten as he methodically emptied his pockets on a shelf that rested just inside the door.
My skin started to tingle at the way he was looking at me.
Hungrily. Predatorily.
He wanted me, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Not even a little bit.
Me, I was afraid.
I’d always been afraid to put it out there. I was never the one to make the first move.
Which was why I was standing frozen in the middle of Casten’s living room.
My red dress wrinkled from all that I’d done that day.
My hair a messy mass around my face, hair having slipped from my pinned bun.
Hell, even some of the bobby pins I’d put in my hair were just barely hanging on.
“You look worried,” Casten’s deep voice broke me out of my contemplation of my hair and how horrible I had to look.
“I…” my voice cracked and I cleared my throat. “I’m nervous.”
He smiled and walked towards me, hunting me.
He didn’t have to hunt me, though, because I wasn’t moving.
I was like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
His eyes dipped down, taking in my neckline, then flicked up to my face.
“You feeling okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “A little sore. Not much anymore since I’ve rested so much.”
He was inches away by the time that answer left my mouth, and I could smell him.
He smelled so good, like leather and spice.
Normally, I wouldn’t think it was a good combination, but on him, it was divine.
He closed the last few inches to me, then slowly circled his arms around my waist, bringing his face down to mine.
My heart was beating a million miles an hour as I looked up into his face, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“Tasha,” he rumbled.
My eyes studied his stormy gray ones.
“Yeah?” I licked my lips.
He watched the movement.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
My heart stopped beating completely.
“I’m going to be gentle as I can. But if I hurt you, or something’s uncomfortable, tell me,” he ordered. “Okay?”
I nodded, not able to say anything more, or anything less.
“Good.”
Then I was moving.
I was in his arms.
He’d swept me off my feet!
My arms automatically circled his neck as he strolled down the hall, not to my room, but to his.
His big, comfy bed came into view, and I got my first good look at the massive piece of furniture.
I’d studiously avoided looking at anything in his room when I’d discovered he had nipple piercings.
Now, though, I saw it.
Saw the massive four poster bed.
Saw the intricate wrought-iron work that made up the head and foot boards.
A sudden vision of him tying me up to all four posts, me spread eagle and at his mercy, had me clenching my thighs tightly shut to circumvent the burn I could feel building at those thoughts.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice was rough as he sat me down gently on the side of the bed.
I was looking into his face.
Directly into his eyes.
“Ummm,” I hesitated. “How much I like your bed.”
He grinned.
“Most expensive piece of furniture in the whole fuckin’ house,” he told me.
I didn’t doubt it.
I bit my lip again.
“No need to be nervous, darlin’,” he soothed. “I’ve got plans. But they’re only going to leave you tired and sated. Not hurt. Promise.”
I didn’t doubt that, either.
He slowly started to pick out bobby pins, dropping them onto the floor beside his feet.
I held still, letting him get each and every one before I asked what he was doing.
“Why are you taking those out?” I wondered.
“Because I like to feel your hair. I’ve been dreaming about what this mass of wavy strands would feel like around my hips when I was fucking your mouth. And to feel that, I have to take all these little things out,” he admitted.
My face flushed, and he grinned.
He pulled the last thing out, the hair tie, and tossed it onto the floor before he slowly untied my dress from around my neck.
The top fell over, and he reached around to my back and unclasped the bra, exposing my breasts to his gaze.
“Been dreamin’ about these, too,” he admitted, fingering my nipples with the lightest of touches.
My nipple peaked.
It didn’t take much.
The rings made them more sensitive…and he would know that.
I closed my eyes when he repeated the process on the other side, this time going as far as to give an experimental tug.
I gasped.
He chuckled.
“Lay down and l
et me get this dress off of you,” he ordered.
I complied, leaning backwards gently and letting him work my dress off my hips with two slow pulls.
My panties went with the dress and, suddenly, I was left completely exposed to his gaze.
“God,” he whispered, leaning down into the bed to get a closer look.
His chest wedged my legs further open, and he looked down with a throaty growl before looking up at my face once again.
“I’ve wanted you for a fucking long time,” he said.
I bit my lip.
“Ever since you bought me that coffee.”
I didn’t reply.
“Watched you walk down the road in your tight little shorts was the biggest torture I’ve ever experienced in my life. If someone had you on the other side, flaunting your tight ass in your tight little shorts, I would’ve given up every one of my secrets in a heartbeat.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
I went with good, though.
“I’ve wanted you since I met you,” I admitted shyly.
He grinned, leaning down and putting pressure on my lower half.
“I know. Why do you think I tried so hard not to be around you?” he mused.
I shrugged, self-consciously crossing my arms over my upper half.
He caught my arms before they could make it around my chest to cover my breasts.
“Because you didn’t like me?” I guessed.
He stood up straight, then pulled me down to the end of the bed until my bare pussy rested against his still-clothed cock.
“No. Because I liked you too much. You’re Trouble, with a capital T. You’ll ruin me.” He ran his lips along my belly. “You’ll put me back together, but you’ll be a part of me when you’re through, and I’ll never be able to function without you ever again. Forever.”
My heart utterly melted at hearing this big, strong man say something so sweet.
“I won’t break you, I promise,” I assured him.
He grinned, then leaned back and studied my face.
“Are you on birth control?” He licked his lips as he slowly worked his belt loose.
I nodded. “Yeah. Since like, fifth grade.”
He stopped. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
I giggled. “More like tenth grade…or maybe eleventh. Although I sucked at the pills, if you can remember. Which is why I’m on the shot. But it makes me fatter. I’ve gained fifty pounds since I started…”
He placed his hand over my mouth.
“All I need right now is a yes or a no,” he informed me.
I nodded, and he took his hand away from my mouth, fingers working nimbly on his shirt’s buttons.
Each one came loose, one by one, and by the very last one, I was practically squirming.
His eyes never left mine as he shrugged out of the shirt, finally exposing his upper body to me.
His nipple piercings weren’t bars today, but rings.
“Which is your favorite?” I asked him, thumbing my own nipples.
He shrugged. “The bars are easier for me to deal with, but the rings are more inconspicuous, which was why I wore them to the wedding. What about you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t ever change mine out of the rings.”
His eyes stayed focused on my breasts as he pulled his pants open and let them slide down to his feet, leaving him in only boxer briefs and socks.
I whimpered.
His cock, from what I could see of it, was exceptionally big. Long and thick.
It ran down the inside of his thigh, and the snug fit of his underwear held it securely in place.
Suddenly, I wasn’t staring at his boxer-brief-covered cock anymore. His massive, awesome, I-want-to-ride-it-right-now, lovely penis filled my view.
I gulped when I got a look at the size.
“Jesus,” I breathed.
I heard his rumbling laugh, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick.
He had a piercing there, too.
A bar that was at the base of his cock.
“You’ve got a pierced dick,” I whispered, eyes darting to his before they went directly back down again.
“It’s called a pubic surface piercing. And I did it on a bet. Turns out that I liked it…and so did the ladies,” he murmured.
I glared at him.
“I didn’t need to know that,” I told him.
“Well,” he shrugged, leaning down until his mouth hovered just over the tip of my nipple. “I’ll just show you instead.
His mouth captured my nipple right around the same time he ground the hard length of him against my clit, causing me to moan in excitement.
His tongue flicked and circled the ring as he held my nipple between his teeth.
His hips weren’t idle, either, as they ground down into me.
My eyes closed on their own accord, and I started to writhe underneath him.
“Your pussy’s like a fucking oven,” he breathed. “I can’t wait to see what you feel like inside.”
Me neither.
“Please,” I pleaded fervently.
He growled and switched to the other breast while one of his free hands slipped down my outside thigh, gently curving in until he encountered my wet heat.
I opened my legs wider to accommodate him, moaning when he slipped a single finger inside before making it two.
“Please. Now,” I ordered.
He ignored me, gently tugging on the nipple ring piercing my left nipple.
My hands moved up, and finally I allowed myself to explore him.
To run up his neck.
Down his defined chest.
Around his pierced nipples.
I tugged gently, causing him to growl in appreciation.
“Harder,” he ordered.
I tugged slightly harder, causing him to growl even longer and deeper.
“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he ordered abruptly, going down to his knees.
His face was level with my pussy then, and I closed my eyes and allowed him to play.
And play he did.
Very…very well.
I guess I hadn’t really experienced a master in the art of cunnilingus before. Because this man was exactly that—a master. He moved his tongue with a skill I never knew was possible—circling, sucking, and lathing.
He nipped.
He blew air softly.
And he knew exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it.
When he finally sank three fingers inside of me, I detonated.
Bursting into a million tiny pieces, like a glass vase being dropped to the concrete floor. Shattering so thoroughly, my millions of pieces scattered all around us, I wasn’t sure I’d get all those pieces back together ever again.
Casten wasn’t concerned about putting me back together again, though, because the moment I exploded, he lifted my butt up and thrust his entire length inside of me.
I arched, my back bowing off his heavenly mattress like I had been electrocuted.
And maybe I had been.
Or, at least, that was what it felt like.
His cock filled me perfectly. No part of me was left unfilled.
He hit the end of me before I hit the end of him, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Instead, he pulled back nearly all the way, then slammed back inside.
Then he ground his hips into me, and I felt the piercing.
The bar hit my clit just right.
And with the way he was filling me, coupled with the way that bar hit me, stimulating my clit with each stroke, I was a goner.
I came.
He groaned.
I might have momentarily blacked out.
Pleasure so pure and hot tore through me.
I was vaguely aware of him grunting some words, but I couldn’t tell you what he said to save my life.
My mind was singularly
focused on my orgasm, and I never had a chance to offer anything to Casten other than the use of my body to chase his own orgasm.
As I started to come down, I realized that he wasn’t through with me. Not by a long shot.
He played with my nipples, gently tugging the rings.
My breasts were so sensitive that I could barely stand him touching them. Something he realized, since he did no more than gently tug.
He continued to pull nearly completely out. Then grind back in.
He repeated the process, over and over, all the while looking into my eyes, and I had a sudden, startling realization.
He was giving me everything I’d always wanted.
Something I now desperately needed.
“Please,” I begged.
He grinned, then jackknifed up until the only part of us touching was where our hips connected.
My hands rose to play with his nipple rings, but he stayed them before I could even move them more than a few inches off the mattress.
“Next time,” he promised.
My eyes closed, and I just let myself feel.
I reveled in the feeling of his cock moving inside me.
The way it moved deliciously over those sensitive spots I wasn’t aware that I had.
And, impossibly, I was there once again.
Coming for a record third time.
I could never get myself off this many times in a row!
***
Casten
I looked up to find Tasha’s head thrown back.
Her hair was splayed all around her. Some covering her chest. Some underneath her. On the bed surrounding her.
Saw the way her chest heaved.
Felt the way her pussy clenched around me, and I finally gave myself the permission to cave in to my own need.
To release inside of her.
It’d been long months since I’d last had sex, but I could tell you one thing for certain.
It was worth every single day. Every hour. Every fuckin’ minute.
Being inside of Tasha, completely skin-on-skin, bare, was the most amazing feeling in the world.
And I let her have all of me.
My heart.
My protection.
My everything.
As I came inside of her, I made a promise to myself that I would do this for the rest of my life…make sure she got everything she needed before I took mine.
The base of my spine tingled, heat raced up it as my balls drew up, and my release exploded out of my cock directly inside of her.
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