by Jo Raven
I called Brian next to tell him to stop spreading erroneous info around about me and Sunshine. He did not sound shocked. In fact he laughed. Laughed.
The weight of his offense sent me into a rage. “Oh my god! You asshole!”
“Get a grip, Jay. I was doing you a favor and only helping you score. You must’ve popped that cherry if you’re this pissed. How else were you supposed to get some tail? Was she good? Hot and tight?”
“You filthy motherfucker! I didn’t want to fucking score, you idiot. I wanted to keep her pure.” I was so pissed, I almost ground my phone into bits. “Asshole! You are the biggest dick. You’re lucky you live in L.A. I’d pound your face to unrecognizable. Stay away from me. I swear. I am done with you. If I ever see your shit face, you will never want to look in a mirror again.” When I hung up, I whipped the hell out of my dummy then pounded a sand bag. Fury made my skin zap and I was seething like I was when I gave my dad that lickin’ of the devil.
Working more on my video and watching Sunshine dance was the only thing that soothed me. I teared up watching her. She’ll be crushed … but maybe relieved eventually when she realizes she’s better off not being stuck to a degreeless jackass who stole her prize in the crummiest lay imaginable. As I went upstairs after a long day of piecing, my heart felt heavy when I walked towards the now-unoccupied guestroom. God, I missed her. She was only gone one day.
Something red caught my eye in the gray realm. A small envelope sat on the pillow. I tore it open. It was a SanDisk. I sneered at it. Bad girl. Did she take more naughty pics for me? I rushed out, grabbed my laptop in my bedroom, and flopped with it onto my bed. I turned it on. The disc only had one file. A video. Hmm. Really intrigued. The thumbnail showed me Shayna in jeans and a hot pink short-sleeved sweater. She recorded this in my basement on her own camera. Mine are a much better quality.
She wiggled fingers. “Hi. Hope you don’t mind me getting dressed without asking, Sir, but it’s impossible to strip unless there are clothes involved. Even though we still have a bit more to shoot, you said as soon as we get back that you have to resume work on your song, so I wanted to give you a little parting gift to remember me by and something to help you unwind after all your hard labor. I couldn’t sleep, so, here I am, putting my time to good use. For you.”
She recorded this before we left?
I smiled. Getting comfy, I sank down on my elbow, fist on my cheek. Show me.
Leather & Lace, one of my sexy ballads, came on, and she teased me with fluttering eyelids and pursed lips as she strode forward with an exaggerated sway. She bent and rolled her hips to the side. She slid into a split and moved her arms and legs in all kinds of freaky yet sensual positions on the floor as if they were made of water. When her legs were back in front, she drew up her knees and did pelvic thrusts and ran her thumbs along her waistband. I didn’t expect fingers to descend into the adorable gulf between her legs and clutch at petals, but they did. So hot. She writhed, then coyly placed a finger over her lip. She spun, got up on all fours and crawled to me with puma hunger in her eyes. Shit, this was blazing hot. She hadn’t even gotten to the removal yet.
I unzipped my black pants and let my stiffy free.
She eased back up to her feet, turned her back to me, and shook and swirled her ass. She pivoted flirtatiously, snaking her torso, pointing her side to the camera. Unsaintly Shayna rolled her pelvis again and again, bent in a wave, and smacked her ass on the way up. She strode slutty, with those damn eyes holding the certainty that she owned me. While dancing like a pro, she slowly undid the top heart button on her sweater. When she got to the second one, she shoved her hands down into the front of it, and groped herself deep into her bra that was peeking out.
“Fuck, sweetie. There’s no sunshine in you. Mmm.” I started jerking off with thrusts that matched the rhythm of her dance, of my song.
She undid all the buttons and peeled her sweater away and tossed it to the floor. She raked the straps of her bra down and went back to mauling her own boobs. Damn. She looked at me and said, “Yours.”
“Yeah, that’s right, baby.”
Leaving her bra on, she attacked her jean shorts next, peeling them down like a dirty, dirty slut. She slid her palm over her ass as she turned and swirled her hips again and again. I almost lost spunk when her middle finger crudely pressed over panties into her sweet little asshole. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a naughty school girl stare, the kind only a slutty one would give. “Yours.”
My breaths shredded and pre-cum trickled out of my tip. “Mmm, Shayna. Fuck, you are delicious.”
She shed her bra and panties and danced erotically and also sweetly in her naked state. Down on her knees with her legs spread, she grazed her bellybutton. “Yours.” She kept descending and pressed up against her vulva. “Definitely yours.” She slid to the floor and lay on her back, knees bent up, legs spread. Once her curtains were parted with fingers on her left hand, she fingered herself rapidly up the cunt. Even from the distance I could see that her hand was getting soaked.
“Damn. Fuck, Shayna, uh. Shayna, Shayna.”
I stopped the recording so I could catch my breath and calm down before I surged all over her face. I started a slow, even jerk again. Ready to resume, I reached forward to click the arrow and heard her say, “Why daydream, Sunshine … when you can live it?” behind me.
I jumped out of my skin. “Shit! What the hell are you doing?” I slapped my laptop shut and looked. She was here. She caught me riding my junk! I didn’t care if I planned for that, but this looked so damn desperate. Her balled up sundress bopped me in the face.
Snickering, probably that she caught me off guard and stroking to her slut-brand of sexy, she stepped out of sandals, lost her panties with a soft shove and stood totally naked before me. “Looks like I’m just in time to rescue you from having to spill into Kleenex.”
“Shayna, what are you doing?”
“You really need a clue?” She climbed on me, straddling my pelvis, set my laptop on the floor, and gripped my cock in both hands. “Here’s a damn clue.”
“Shit. Get off me.”
“Why? Don’t you want me?”
“Of course I want you, dammit.”
“Then play with me. Let me play.”
“Baby, I can’t.”
“Great. Fine!” She climbed off me and covered her eyes with her palm. “Man, I’m such an idiot. So lame.” She scrambled off me and the mattress.
I pulled her back to the bed. “You are not lame. Please, please don’t cry.”
“I just … wanted to be sexy … to prove it to you and myself, but I keep bombing everything.”
Rubbing her shoulder with my knuckles, I kissed her head and sighed, drinking in the scent of her tropical shampoo. “Sweetie, you are sexier than any woman I’ve ever met.”
“It’s not true. You don’t even want me. Is it because I’m tarnished now? Some used-up dishrag?”
“Hell no. I want you.” I knocked her over and straddled her bloom. I clutched her shoulders and choked up as I said, “I want you, Shayna, shut the hell up. I want you … more than I want oxygen.” I actually lost tears on her face as I was moving my head down to the crook of her neck. “God, Shayna. Don’t do this to me. Please, sweetie. You are wrecking me.”
“I don’t understand why you won’t fuck me. You said it could be better. So show me.”
“I can’t, I can’t.”
“Fine, Jason.” Crying now, she bashed on my shoulders. “Whatever. I hate you. I hate you for leaving me like this, with this screwed-up screw that barely happened.”
I didn’t want to leave her like this, with that lousy lay, with some blotch on our scorching passion for both of us, but I no longer had the right to fix it. “I wanna make it beautiful for you, you just don’t even know how badly, but...”
“Then do it. Please, Jason.”
I collapsed, pressed heavier on her, and growled in her ear. “Shayna,” seeped out with a breath.
“No. I’m not fff … I can’t.”
Her lips trembled and her eyes shut tight yet still lost rills that I swept away. “Jason.”
“Shh.” Her succulent mouth, those sweet rosy lips called to me. Salt water from both of us mixed together on our faces. “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” Wiping her face, I drowned in her lips and lured her into a wild ride, knowing I was on an unstoppable journey to hell. I couldn’t not be with her. I had to show her how sexy I find her and how I can bring delight rather than pain. Getting deeper in our kiss, I tucked my fingers under her head and wove them through her hair. She sucked my tongue eagerly, desperately, and our hands traversed hills and valleys in wild grabs and soft caresses. I tilted her chin up and head back with my index finger and tongued and mouthed the line of her neck. “I need you, I need you, Shayna.”
“Then take me. I’m here. And I’m yours.”
No you’re not. But I didn’t even care. Now that I’ve felt that tight internal embrace and the depths of her soul, I didn’t want to deny either one of us the thrill of knowing a better bliss.
I pummeled the voice inside that insisted doing this, doing her, was all wrong.
If that were true, then why did this feel so perfect and so damn right?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Shayna
Sparks danced and twirled down my insides as Jason and I pressed together, molding, grappling, attacking flesh in a tornado of passion. He clutched my face and eased back. He looked me in the eyes for a second, and then let his gaze stroll down my body with his knuckles, between my breasts, over my navel, and delicately through the swelling candy I just shaved afresh for him. He didn’t linger long but he still left me wanting. He lifted my leg and nibbled and sucked my toes—ohmygod—and left a trail of kisses down my whole extremity. He got slower as he edged closer and closer to my throbbing bits. Tease.
He slid my leg back down, straddled my thighs and gently tilted my chin up with both hands. He followed the line of my neck with his lips, while figure-eighting my breasts with his fingers, hardening my nipples. He bent down and captured the risen jewels in his mouth. Then he grew more ravenous, adding biting and sucking into his maul. His beautiful assault on my girls had me shivering and pressing my pelvis up against him.
I scratched at his back then jerked his hair elastic out so I could play with his silky blond stands. I intended to rake though it, but when it flitted down and tickled my skin with several strokes, I gathered it all up in clenching grabs and pushed on his head to nudge him down and rubbed my slit against his abdomen. “Please.”
He looked up at me and laughed. “We’ll get to that. Be patient. That’s why I screwed up before. Don’t be naughty.” He pushed himself back up and claimed my mouth again.
“Not even a little? I haven’t given your balls any good loving yet. My turn.” I smiled as I rolled us over and took over the mauling. He caressed my back and arms as I kissed and nibbled his pecs and abdomen and thighs. I teased him in the same way to me and made him wait. He was seething and trying to shift his junk closer to my mouth. I popped my face up. “Am I gonna have to spank you, Asshole? It’s my turn.”
With a big grin, he motioned to me to carry on and said, “As you were.”
His body was so hot and I yearned to play with it. I enjoyed making him suffer, him wincing in frustration, as I took my sweet-ass time getting to the good stuff. When I could no longer wait, I sank down on his cock. His throaty moan-sigh combo was so delicious. As I rode him, he sliced fingers through my hair, then clutched it at the base of my neck. I pulled the soft, hairless skin on his scrotum with my lips and licked around and around each ball. When I gently sucked on them, one at a time, his groans became more guttural and primal, and that made me so slick.
“Mmm, baby.” He grabbed my body and spun me until I was facing his feet and lying on his torso. I yowled in delight when he captured my labia in his mouth and pressed down on my head to take him in at the same time. As I engulfed him, he smacked my ass, which made me jolt and scrape my teeth on the way down, but he didn’t seem to mind. I gave him more delicate scrapes up and down, then sucked on and kissed the butter-soft tip of his penis.
Jason’s finger pulsed in and out of me as he tongued up asshole. Ohmygod. My walls squeezed at the delightful feel of him tasting me so carnally while I dined on him. He pulled me back a bit further and enveloped my lady bits with a hard suck that made me squeal. With the tip of his nose pressing firmly against my titillated backdoor, his tongue slid into my squeezing quim. He sucked and sucked and drank up my juices.
He spun me back around to meet him face to face and we made out like famished creatures turned more berserk by the light of the moon. His hands slid all over my body, but my favorite thing was when he stroked my head and face as he kissed me as though he longed to suck in part of soul to keep with him forever. When we shifted to our sides to rub together as we kissed, he felt up my petals so gently, taking time to beautifully reacquaint with ever centimeter. He moved on to explore the inside, slipping a finger up slowly, then quickly and roughly, then he added another digit for a return of the slow ride, and then he built up until I was moaning and crying out and bucking against him. His rough ministrations curled up against my G-spot.
I yanked his hair possessively, instinctively. “Jason!”
Just when I thought I’d spill all over his sheets, he pulled his fingers out, rolled over and hiked me up in position over his cock.
“You sure, Jason? I don’t know...”
“Take your time. You can’t mess up. It’ll hurt less if you loosen yourself up. Go, sweetie.”
Gripping his erection at the base, I rubbed my juicy slit over the tip and rolled around. With me so wet, the center of my flower opened more easily for his staff than the last time and I sank down over pink treasure with a stretching tug. I moaned as I brushed his ridge past my opening and moved it into my sensitive well. Maybe I was too uptight before or clenching or too nervous, but it was easier now. I bounced a little, taking in and out a couple inches.
“Wait. Hold up.”
I stopped moving and came off his dick. He pulled a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it down over his erection. I chucked the packed on the floor and smiled at him.
“There. As you were. Yeah, baby, you got this. Ride me.”
“I can already feel the difference. Hopefully, it’ll be better for both of us this time.” It did hurt as I eased him deeper, but it wasn’t unbearable like before. I slowly inched down, then slid up. “Aaahh mmm.” I closed my eyes as I took him in at a snail’s pace, so I could just feel, feel, feel his glorious cock spreading me open. At least I was able to handle the discomfort this time. I ended up moving past it and finding pleasure. I was thrilled this was starting to feel so good. I loved the tight hug, his stiffness inside, me being on top.
Riding him a little faster now, I licked my lip and threw my head back.
He seized my breasts with both hands, squeezed and massaged them. “You’re so damn hot, Shay.” He sat up and kissed my twins, then possessed my mouth as we continued to pulse sexy together.
I shuddered and cried out when I finally sank all the way down to his balls, taking him all in. I rolled my hips and rocked back and forth against him to stretch out.
“Sexy-as-fuck. See?”
After I did it a few more times, he rested back on his palms and pushed up into me as I crashed down, sending shock waves through my walls and cervix. “Uh, Jason, Jason.”
“Did that hurt? I’ll stop.”
“No.”
We did it several more times and my juice puddled across his pelvis. A slapping sound filled the room as we collided and ground together. I clenched my teeth as I felt a climax building and groaned.
“No, not yet.” He sat up again to shove me back. He kissed my face as soon as he smashed me onto my back with him nestled beautifully between my bent legs. Taking me slowly and carefully, he lifted my chin wit
h his thumbs and kissed my lips. He drifted his kiss to my ear and breathed hot in it. “God, I love you, baby. Shit. Please don’t hate me.” He left sweet pecks all over my face and stroked my hair. His arms rushed under my back and he scooped me into a closer embrace. He kissed my hair and ear. “Please don’t. I fuck. I’ve always fucked. I’ve never made love before. Never, never.”
“You’re fine, Jason. It feels damn good. I swear.”
“I agree, even though it feels like I’m ripping my soul out and handing it to you.” He rolled us onto our sides and mashed my head against his chest, making my hair messy with his clutching strokes. He hiked my leg up over his hip and kept pulsing in and out of me. I pressed my ear against his chest and he caressed my back.
“I won’t trash it. I love you too, Jason,” I said and kissed the hard, golden moon over his heart. I bit at the nipple, and he jerked my face up higher, a clasp on my hair, to grace my lips with his.
“Kiss me.” He toyed with, circled and flicked my clit with his fingers as he got faster with his pulsating drive. I moaned against his tongue as I sucked it and rubbed myself against his touch.
“Uh, Jason.”
“I want us to come together. Tell me when you’re close.” He rolled me onto my back again and put my calves on his shoulders which made him feel deeper and more filling. He crashed down into, in and out, in and out, in and out, and his fingers still gave ultimate thrills to my clit.
My walls throbbed. His thrusts gave me blasts of pleasure and pain that rocked me whole body. I was building, soaring, internally begging for him to go faster. “I’m so close, Jason. I’m close. Nail me harder, faster.”