by Gina Gordon
He had to clear his throat to get out the words. “Grabbing your legs and sitting you on my cock.”
“Tsk, tsk. You’ve got a one-track mind, Campbell.” Amie squatted, her legs spreading out, leaving her naked pussy open, waiting, begging to be touched. Her bottom lightly skimmed his stomach but she held most of her weight, resting her arms on her knees. “There is so much of me to enjoy.” She cupped her core. “So many places for you to explore.”
Was that an invitation? Milton uncurled his fingers–now cold from the low blood circulation from the tight grip he had on the slats–and reached–
“No touching,” Amie instructed. She didn’t yell, she didn’t freak out. Her voice was calm and low, letting him know just who was in charge of this encounter.
Milton retracted quickly and grabbed the slats again. The fact that he’d obeyed without a second thought stunned him a little. Could it be that he was someone completely different in the bedroom? Could it be that he wanted something completely different in the bedroom? It was at that very moment that Milton knew he had his hands full with this woman.
“Are you punishing me?” he asked. “Making me suffer for what I do for a living. For who I am.”
“Maybe. But I saw the heat in your eyes the moment I mentioned taking away your right to call the shots. You want this. It can’t possibly be a punishment.”
She was right. He did want this. His cock was proof enough, rock hard and weeping for her next move. Aching for her to wrap her lips around his shaft and suck him down deep. But Milton knew there would have to be sacrifice before he could experience the pleasure of her mouth. And he was staring directly at it. Pink, swollen and glistening. Her pussy rubbed against his chest.
“Tell me about the women you like to have on your arm.” Her middle finger disappeared inside her pussy. “Does it make you hard to have a beautiful woman on your arm?”
“Yes.”
“Does it turn you on to know that the men around you are thinking about fucking them?”
“Yes.”
“Do they do this for you?” Her gaze slid down to where her fingers played with her pussy. “Do they touch themselves for you?”
“No.” He always equated a woman having to touch herself as a weakness on his part. That he wasn’t enough. He wasn’t a bad lover. Maybe not attentive, but not bad. Watching Amie touch herself, listening to the soft moans that escaped her mouth in between her words, tore him apart. It was erotic and sexy and made him want her even more.
“Let me guess, you’re all they need, right? They don’t need to touch themselves, because you’re so good.” She pulled her hand away from her center and rubbed her moist finger across his lips. He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent.
“I’ve never had any complaints.” He snaked out his tongue, licking his bottom lip and catching the tip of her finger. He bit at it, sucking it inside his mouth, indulging in the taste of her, thick and sugary.
“Hopefully, it doesn’t start now.” She lifted her bottom off his chest and wiggled farther up the bed until her knees were just under his arms. She moved her pussy back and forth, so close to his face but not touching. He gripped the slats tighter, fighting off the urge to show her who was the boss–him.
But he wasn’t. He battled with himself, between the Milton he was supposed to be–desperately wanting to take control–and the real Milton, who wanted nothing more than to let go.
She lowered herself closer, closer still. He licked and caught a small taste of her, but she quickly raised her body. The throb in his cock was overwhelming. She said he couldn’t touch her. Did it also mean he couldn’t touch himself?
He released one hand from the headboard and curled it around her body, grasping for his hard cock.
“I said no touching.”
“You said I couldn’t touch you.”
“Hmm…” She eyed him from above, one eyebrow raised in thought. “I’ll allow it, but you do not come.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled just as she lowered herself onto his wanting mouth.
“I like the sound of that.” She moaned the moment they made contact. She weaved back and forth, stroking herself against his tongue. Milton stroked his cock, imagining it wet and glistening from her saliva.
Amie pushed herself down, grinding against his mouth. He opened up her folds with his tongue, penetrating her hole with deep steady strokes. She watched him work, their eyes connected, their bodies fused together in an erotic pose.
She ripped her arms out of the straps of her bra and threw it behind her. Her fingers grasped at her breasts, kneading and pulling at her nipples. He devoured her pussy, licking her clit with quick strokes. She let one hand slide down her body and pulled at her mound, exposing her swollen nub to his assault.
His hand was sweaty and aching from the tension, his arm numb and cold from lack of circulation. But the rest of his body was hot, seething with desire for the woman who writhed above him. Amie looked behind her, watching Milton stroke his cock, then glanced at his other hand, grasping firmly against the slats. Was she having second thoughts? Did she want him to touch her? One look in her eyes and Milton read her loud and clear, she shot down his thought with one confident stare.
Milton concentrated on her pleasure. He had to prove himself. Even though she was calling the shots, he needed to make sure his own ego wasn’t crushed. With her hand exposing her clit, he sucked it into his mouth and lapped with hard, steady strokes that caused her to moan. He refused to let up. He refused to let her leave this room without knowing he was a master with his mouth and tongue.
She wailed above him, panting, her head hanging forward, her eyes squeezed tight. Milton held tighter to the slat and his cock, almost as if bracing himself to push further, eat deeper into her pussy.
Soft curses escaped her mouth. She was enjoying what he was giving. So much so that she crippled over, her hands grappling for the top of the headboard.
“Shit,” she whispered. “Damn.”
He grinned, as best he could while his mouth was suctioned to her core. He was breaking her, and it would only be a matter of time before she broke apart against his mouth. All he needed was some extra leverage. He released his grip on the headboard, and immediately her gaze locked on his.
“No touching. Just keep doing…that! Oh God, yes, that,” she screamed out.
He tried to give some sort of sign to stop her from screaming. They weren’t alone, after all, this wasn’t their home. But it only came out as a muffled noise, the vibrations exactly what she needed as she slipped over the edge. Milton swirled his tongue around her clit, and her pussy spasmed against his tongue as he licked her to orgasm. Her entire body shook. Her thighs clamped around his head, and he felt them quiver.
She rode out her orgasm, grinding her body against his mouth. Panting and whimpering. Her head hung between her arms. She still gripped the top of the headboard tightly. Her face was flushed, a soft pink that reminded him of the color of her pussy that he still admired with an up-close and personal view.
She slumped back and sat on his chest. She couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet, barely interfering with his staggered breathing.
“Should I be prepared for my first complaint?” He looked at her with a grin.
Amie thought long and hard before she spoke, but he saw the indecision in her eyes. Was she trying to figure out whether to keep up the game? Although his motivations to bring her to orgasm were purely selfish, it was no less rewarding to see the content look of satisfaction on her face.
When she finally spoke it was in between heavy breaths. “A reward. You deserve a reward.” Amie got herself to a standing position on wobbly legs. “Both hands grabbing that headboard.” He did as she asked with no questions. “Good boy.”
“As long as your mouth is going where I think it is, I will do anything you want.”
She settled on her knees between his legs and leaned over. Though her hairline was damp, the rest of he
r strands were still silky smooth. He bet if he ran his hand through her soft strands his fingers would glide right through.
“You just proved my point.” She traced the tip of her finger along his chest and up to his neck, then back and forth along his jaw line. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, “You’ll be begging me soon enough. It’s going to take everything you have not to rest your hand on my head and guide your thick cock down my warm, wet mouth.”
A growl rumbled in his chest. Milton tensed his arms and pulled at the slats of the headboard. His cock twitched against his stomach as she wiggled further down his body. Lower and lower she shimmied until her hot breath caressed his shaft.
“Well, looky here.” She lowered her head between his legs as if searching for something. “It looks like eating pussy is the remedy for removing the uptight pole from your ass.” She gave him a wide smile. Her teeth were perfect, glossy white. Her lips were swollen from her own pleasure, from biting at them while he feasted on her pussy.
“The only long, hard pole down there is my cock.” He grinned back. The supposed dislike for each other pushed their encounter from hot to scorching. A sense of forbidden pleasure spiking the need to take her every which way imaginable.
Her hair dragged across his thighs, tickling, stirring up his desire. “It is a lovely cock.” She splayed her hands across his pelvis and ran them up, over his abs, up to his pecs. “It’s long and straight.” She licked from the base of his cock to the tip. “Smooth.”
Milton pulled at the slats, breathing heavy through his nostrils. Her tongue was like velvet on his skin.
She licked again, slowly, then circled around the tip. “And tasty.”
Milton groaned. She was right. It took everything he had not to grab onto her blond hair and fuck her mouth. But he could be a good boy, play along.
She teased the tip with her tongue, circle, lick, lick, circle then finally, just when he couldn’t stand it, she took him inside her mouth. One slow inch at a time she eased toward the base. One hand cupped his balls, twisting and twirling them between her fingers. The other hand held the base tightly. When he was slick with her saliva she worked her mouth and hand in tandem. Sweat dampened his skin, and Milton felt it pool underneath his body on the sheet.
“Are you ready to beg yet?” she asked, her breath warm against his shaft.
He could let her stay poised between his legs forever. The feel of her mouth and hands was like heaven, a state of bliss he’d never experienced. But for as blissful as she was the need for release grew stronger with every stroke.
“It’s my turn.” He huffed.
“Who said anything about tit for tat?” She talked a good game, but she continued to suck him off.
She had been right. He was practically begging, but he didn’t care. Milton was too busy concentrating on the orgasm making its way up his shaft. His hips worked faster, and luckily, she felt generous enough to mimic his pace. Her mouth and hand worked harder, faster against his shaft. His entire body tensed as waves of pleasure rippled through his body. The headboard rattled, and he grunted as he came in her mouth.
Once she’d wrung every last drop of cum from his shaft he relaxed against the bed and released his grip on the headboard. Shaking out his arms and hands–trying to get back some of the circulation–he watched as Amie wiped her mouth and crawled up on one side of him.
Milton fully expected to wrap his arm around her and pull her into his body, letting the taste of each other mingle in their mouths. Instead, she laid out the brown comforter over their bodies and reach over to turn out the light. She settled beside him with a sigh and whispered only two words, “Good night.”
Boneless, Milton turned his head, his body following, and faced away from her. Their encounter had been exciting, erotic, disturbing and confusing all at the same time. But he’d never felt more relaxed, and whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, Amie did manage to remove the stick up his ass, if only for a little while.
Milton had forgotten about his job and father and sister and the demands on his time. It was only about pleasure. And for a few moments, he’d been free. He looked over in the dark trying to make out the figure of the woman lying beside him, thankful that she was able to give him exactly what he needed.
Chapter 6
Amie awoke to a tiny stream of sunlight peeking through the window. The first thing she thought of was that it was Sunday, and she had no sessions or classes. Today was going to be all for her. The second thing she thought about was the warm body sleeping next to her.
She twisted around and studied him. A shadow had formed on his face, a slight stubble already making an appearance. His chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm. She loved the dark hair on his chest. She could reach out now and run her fingers through it. But she wouldn’t.
If last night told her anything it was to keep her distance. On paper they were all wrong for each other. He was corporate, and she was non-profit. He reeked of Hugo Boss, and she smelled like patchouli. But boy did he know how to use his tongue.
Flashbacks of the night before played like a slideshow in her mind. The dark brown of his eyes looking up from between her legs. The smell of his skin, fresh like soap. The taste of him. Her nipples hardened against the comforter as she pulled it closer to her body.
The gel in his hair had flattened. A few wisps of dark hair were smushed across his forehead. She reached over and gently pushed them out of the way. When she brought her hand back to her body, fierce brown eyes stared back at her.
Her breath caught. Had he been awake this whole time? Did he know she had spent the last five minutes admiring everything about him? The intensity of his stare set butterflies off in her stomach. One minute she looked at him from three feet away, the next Milton was on top of her. Dwarfing her body with his large frame, taking her lips in a hard kiss that rocked her to the core.
He softened the kiss, finally pulling away. “This time I’m not asking for permission.” His words were heavy with intent.
She spread her legs, allowing him to settle between them. His hands found the sides of her face but still he kissed her, long and hot. Their lips fused together, fitting one another perfectly. She rubbed her pussy against his stomach.
“You left me wanting,” he whispered against her lips. Why did it turn her on even more to know that Milton wanted her this morning, even after she’d robbed him of control? Or maybe this was his way of getting even. Proving she wanted him and then leaving her wet and panting for release.
“Do you still want?” she asked.
Milton dipped his head and latched on to a nipple with his mouth. Amie took that as a yes. He rolled off her and snuggled to the side of her body as one hand found her nipple. Pulling at it elicited a moan. She wanted more. She needed more.
Amie grabbed his hand and guided it toward her pussy, shoving his fingers between her folds. His growl vibrated against her breast.
“I still want,” she confessed.
His fingers rubbed her core, around her clit, then they disappeared inside her slick center. “So wet,” he groaned. “I want you to ride my cock.” Milton captured her lips again. His tongue delved into her mouth as if on a mission to caress every inch of her. As his tongue danced with hers, he trailed his wet fingers up her stomach, across her breasts, then up to their lips. Breaking away from their kiss, he sucked on his fingers and made a sound of delight that sent a shot of desire straight to her core.
Milton jumped off the bed and searched around in the dim morning light for his pants. Finally finding his wallet, he took out a condom and ripped the foil packet open. He slid the latex down his hard shaft before returning to the bed.
Gently, his body came down over hers, and he used his knee to nudge her legs farther apart. Milton kissed her again, a kiss of promise, as he slid inside her pussy. Amie lifted her legs toward her chest, letting him settle deeper inside her. He was thick and perfect. He rocked his body against hers, easing in and out with precision. His lip
s never leaving hers for a second.
She loved the feel of his warm, hard body against hers. Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, they fused together for one perfect moment in time. She wanted to ride his big cock. Take control of the action and let him know the stakes. But this felt too good for her to resist.
Amie grabbed on to his ass cheeks and pulled him closer, squeezing and rubbing his soft skin. She slid her hands up his body, over his back to his shoulders–his broad, hard shoulders–and hugged herself to him.
She kissed his neck, then his cheeks, then back to his lips, and let him take her. He sped up his actions, grunting against her ear with every thrust and pounding into her so hard she moved up the mattress.
Pleasure coiled inside her, slowly winding itself tight, getting ready to unravel with extreme intensity.
“I think you’re close,” he whispered in her ear. “I think I can make you come with one tiny nibble on your breast.”
Amie arched up against him, accepting his quick thrusts, deeper and deeper. He knew her body, knew the signs that she was close, her pussy clamping down on his cock.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” The word flew out without it even registering in her brain. His body still enveloped hers, a quivering mass that he would soon break apart.
He grabbed on to her chin and secured her head, their eyes locking on to one another. “You can be in charge anytime,” Milton whispered. He had a sexy glimmer in his eye. “But just remember who the last one was to beg.” Milton rolled over, taking her with him, their bodies still fused together, in one fluid motion. His hands held her back tightly, and he moved them up to cup her face. “Ride me. Finish us both.”
Amie was too caught up in the intense pleasure coursing through her veins to analyze what had just transpired. Instead she rode his cock–hard. It wouldn’t take long, she was already primed and ready to explode. He gripped her hips and held on tight, watching her bob up and down on his shaft with a strange look on his face. Desirous, yes, but also cold.