by Freya Kane
I felt a tiny twinge of regret for using Jake like this, but considering that he was about to get a blowjob from a girl he barely knew, I didn’t think he would be doing much complaining.
I pushed Jake’s legs apart and settled myself in between them, taking his cock in my hand and wrapping my lips around the head. Jake’s hands tangled in my dark hair and he started thrusting. I easily took every inch inside, sucking hard as Jake babbled above me.
“Fuck Tessa, you’re an amazing cocksucker. You’re going to have me blowing my load way too fast if you keep that up!”
I gently stroked his balls, tugging on them just enough that the extra pressure made him groan, the salty taste of pre-come filling my mouth.
Jake was hot, and despite myself, my hand found its way between my legs to where my pussy was already wet and pulsing. Jake noticed. “Yes, that’s right, play with your pussy, spread those lips. After I come, I’ll eat you out too.”
Inside the house next door, the alarm I had set on Archer’s phone was going off, a message that just said “cum over” flashing on the screen.
Typo intended.
Pre-come was pouring out of Jake’s cock, filling my mouth with the salty taste that told me he was about to blow. I sucked harder, knowing that Archer would be outside any minute and I wanted Jake to at least get an orgasm out of this. His hand tightened painfully in my hair and he yelled, “Fuck!” as he came, thick jets of his come filling my mouth. Reflexively I swallowed before lifting my head and jerking Jake off so that the last few streaks of cum landed on my face and chin, glistening white across my tan skin in the moonlight.
“What the fuck is this?”
Jake’s eyes went wide and he stood up quickly, his legs still shaky from his orgasm. He yanked his shorts up, and stood still for a moment, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with an explanation and failing miserably.
“It’s okay, Jake,” I said, standing up from my spot on the ground and taking pity on him. “You can head home. I’ll be fine.”
Jake hesitated just for a moment before taking another look at my glowering friend and realizing that getting out of Dodge was the best option for him. An instant later I heard the back gate slam and Jake was gone.
Archer and I were alone.
He rounded on me, his face furious. “Why?” he spat. “Why Jake? Why are you playing with me, Tessa?”
The satisfied look melted off my face.
“You think this is a game?” I demanded, taking a step closer to him, my nudity forgotten. “Do you think this is me making myself feel special by trying to seduce my best friend, who doesn’t even seem to want me?” Another step closer. “Do you think so little of me, Archer? Is it because we’re such good friends or do you just not want to be seen fucking me?" I was right up in his personal space, close enough to feel the heat emanating from his body, but I still held back from touching him. The want simmered between us and I tilted my head up, staring into Archer's dark eyes with a challenging look that said Your move.
He moved. Archer’s hand slipped under my ass hauling me against him. I could feel his cock hard against my naked thigh as he smashed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t tender or sweet. It was pure possession. When Archer’s tongue swept over mine, I knew he could taste Jake’s come in my mouth, and it incensed him more.
I had a feeling that by the time Archer was done with me the taste of Jake and every other man would be long forgotten.
Archer was taking slow steps backward, steering the both of us to one of the lounge chairs. The chair scraped loudly across the cement as Archer bumped it with his leg and he sat down, pulling me onto his lap.
I tugged down the thin boxers he wore, grateful that he hadn’t bothered to put on anything else when my alarm woke him up. Freed from its cotton prison, Archer’s cock sprang up, rock hard and curving against his taut abs, the head already wet with pre-come.
I had to feel it inside me. All the thoughts of birth control and protection flew out the window. I was going to feel Archer inside me tonight, and I didn’t care about the risk I was taking fucking him bareback. A tiny part of me even got just a bit wetter at the idea of Archer’s seed growing inside me.
Archer reclined back on the lounge chair, pulling me on top of him so our bodies were just one unbroken line of skin against skin, soft curves against hard muscle. I shifted my hips, sliding down just a bit until I felt the hard rod of his cock pressing against my center, the head just breaching me.
I rolled my hips, and he sank inside me, burying all nine of those glorious inches inside my wet channel.
“Archer,” I moaned, the sensation of finally getting what I wanted almost too intense. I tried to sit up, to start bouncing on Archer’s cock the way I was sure he wanted me to, but his hands clamped around my hips, keeping me pressed flush against him.
Wild, uncontrolled movements were impossible from this position. Instead, we both slowly rocked our hips against each other, the slow burn of pleasure building into an inferno. With every movement, I was grinding my clit against his pubic bone, my inner muscles squeezing his cock as that perfect organ filled every part of me, stretching me like a perfect glove for his cock.
My breasts were crushed against his chest, my nipples hard as bullets as I writhed on top of him. The heat was had been burning through the city for weeks, but nothing could prepare either of us for firestorm between us.
“Archer,” I whispered, my breath hitching. “Archer, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
He kissed me again, less bruising than before but no less possessive. His thrusts grew harder, snapping upward and pushing me forward as my fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders for leverage.
My orgasm caught me by surprise with its intensity. Everything hung still around me, my whole body freezing up as I came, my pussy squeezing and clenching Archer’s cock as I shuddered above him.
Archer’s grip tightened, and I knew I’d have ten finger shaped marks on my hips tomorrow, reminding me that this night wasn’t a dream. Archer roared beneath me, and I felt heat flood me as Archer came inside me.
We laid still for what could have been minutes or hours, Archer's cock still filling me, sweat cooling on our skin as we gasped for breath. I was dizzy with lust. . . or even more for this man.
I had never meant it as a game. I'd wanted him, hungered for him with this impossible desperation. But I had never really expected this all-consuming intensity.
One thing I did know for sure, though, this was definitely not going to be a one-time thing.
***
We always seemed to end up back by the pool. I had just come home from visiting a friend, and I was dressed in a white sundress and strappy heeled sandals. My bikini was still hanging up to dry in the bathroom, so I kicked off my shoes and walked out to the backyard fully dressed.
I yelped in surprise as two strong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me against a hard body. I could feel something else hard poking my lower back.
Mmmmm, Archer.
Archer’s hands were everywhere as he pressed me against the side of the house, the shadow of the porch blocking the bright light. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, Tessa,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin as he kissed his way down my neck. “You’re all I think about. This is all I think about.”
One of Archer’s hands made its way under my dress, finding the delicate lace of my panties already soaked with the evidence of how badly I wanted him.
“So wet already. I could just take you right here, couldn’t I?”
“Yesssss,” I hissed in agreement. “Please!”
Archer chuckled. “I have other plans first.” Archer dropped to his keeps in from of me and with agonizing slowness, he pushed the panties down over my hips. His hand lingered at my ass before slipping lower, pausing to brush over my lips before pulling the scrap of pale lace down my thighs and calves to finally pool at my feet.
He lifted
up my skirt, tucking the white fabric into the bodice and out of his way. Archer's height had him right at eye level with my pussy. "Stay still," he ordered, his lips pressing in an open-mouthed kiss right below my navel.
Archer kissed his way around my body, mouthing and nipping at my hips and inner thighs, so close to where I needed him that I could feel his breath across my pussy, but still, he held back.
Some part of me realized that I deserved this delicious torture, but that didn’t mean I wanted to wait forever.
"Please, Archer!" I begged, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding still as my arousal burned.
“Please what?” he asked, his low voice vibrating against my inner thigh.
“Please lick my pussy!” I was far beyond caring about anything but Archer’s mouth on my pussy at this point. I felt Archer’s lips curl into a smile from where they were pressed against the inside of my knee. With that same infuriating slowness, he kissed and licked his way up my thigh, pausing to lap at my juices that already coated my inner thighs.
“So wet for me,” he said, his mouth barely an inch from my pussy. “So desperate. You’d let me do anything.”
“Yes! Anything, just touch me!”
Without another word, Archer pressed his lips against my pussy, his tongue licking the length of my seam before finding my swollen clit, and that was all it took. The force of my orgasm slammed into me and my knees buckled, the strength of Archer’s arm across my hips the only thing keeping me upright as I gasped and shuddered above him.
Wrung out with pleasure, I was a dead weight against the wall but that did nothing to deter Archer. His tongue had continued a gentle pressure through the aftershocks, and as those faded he redoubled his efforts, his tongue sliding inside my opening, pushing as deep inside as he could as my juices soaked his face.
I could feel a second orgasm building in me, the pleasure growing stronger with every lick. The hand that wasn’t focused on holding me up slid between my legs, pressing against my lips before sliding further back to press against my back entrance. My wetness had made its way back there as well, and Archer’s slick finger probed against that tight hole before pushing inside.
The slight burn of the unexpected penetration was enough to bring me off a second time, my pussy clenching around Archer’s tongue while my ass tightened around his finger and I sobbed my pleasure, my voice sounding raw and ragged.
My vision was swimming by the time Archer stopped and stood up, shoving his swim trunks down and kicking them away. Lifting one of my legs up to wrap around his hip, my panties still dangling from ankle, Archer took his cock in hand and guided it into my sopping entrance.
I threw my head back, barely noticing the bump as it hit the back of the house, a throaty yell escaping me as Archer filled me with every inch of that glorious cock. His right hand was still holding my leg up, but the other slid behind my head, shielding me from the hard siding, and I smiled at the tender gesture.
Archer kissed me, and the kiss was sweet and would have been almost chaste if not for what our lower bodies were doing. I swept my tongue across his lips, tasting the salty tang of myself in his mouth.
Archer rolled his hips, the different angle pushing his cock just deep enough to hit my G-spot, and I keened loudly as I felt myself starting to tighten around him. I couldn’t remember ever coming this often and this hard in such a short time.
The third orgasm washed over me like a wave, less blindingly intense as the other two but no less amazing. My inner walls squeezed Archer’s cock, and I felt his hips stutter as he came, the hot flood of his seed pouring into my unprotected pussy.
When Archer let me down, we were both shaking and wild-eyed with pleasure, wondering if every encounter would be this intense. I couldn't deny that I was hoping so!
***
Archer was sound asleep, spread-eagled across the king-sized bed in his bedroom. His parents were off on a second honeymoon, so the house was his, and he had given me a key “for emergencies.”
I was pretty sure a desperate need for his cock counted as an emergency.
We had still been going to our separate homes at night, so I was surprised and pleased to see that he slept in the nude. He was sprawled out on top of the covers, the blasting air conditioner still not totally relieving the stifling heat wave.
Whatever he was dreaming about, it was something good. His cock curved up against his stomach, rock hard and seeming to be waiting for me. My mouth watered in anticipation as I settled myself gently between his spread legs, trying not to wake him.
I took his cock in my hand, my smaller fingers barely able to encircle his impressive girth. Tentatively, I lowered my head, my tongue darting out to lick the mushroom shaped head of his cock before traveling the length. I mouthed at his shaft, the tip of my tongue following the vein until I reached the heavy balls between his legs.
I sucked his balls into my mouth, the faint sprinkling of dark hair on his sac tickling my lips as I hummed around my mouthful. Above me, I could hear Archer groan in his sleep. He was starting to wake up, but I knew the view I wanted him to have when that happened.
I kissed my way back up his cock before wrapping my lips around the head and swallowing as much of his length down as I could manage. There was no way I could take all nine inches of his cock inside my throat. At least, not yet, but I brought both my hands to the base of his cock, working the length that I couldn’t suck while my lips and mouth worked his upper half.
“Tessa,” he moaned, his voice thick with sleep, and I flicked my eyes upwards to see Archer staring at me, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he watched me. “Fuck, I can’t think of a better way to wake up!”
I smiled, my lips stretched around the meat in my mouth and sank down further, taking him in just a bit deeper. Archer groaned loudly, the sound of pleasure coming deep from his throat.
And speaking of deep throat. . .
I forced my throat to relax as much as possible, fighting back the gag reflex as I felt the head of Archer's cock hit the back of my throat. His hands were fisted in the sheets, threatening to rip the soft blue comforter in two as he held himself back from grabbing my hair and just fucking my mouth.
Between my own legs, my pussy clenched at the image.
Sucking cock was something that had always turned me on. Something about having that much control and being able to reduce a strong, sexy man to a babbling mess with just my lips and my tongue never failed to get me wet. But the knowledge that the cock in my mouth belonged to Archer? I was absolutely dripping.
I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction on my pussy, but both of my hands were busy working Archer’s cock.
The faint taste of salt in my mouth started to grow stronger with each bob of my head as more and more pre-come poured from Archer's cock, and underneath my hand, his balls were starting to tighten. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I took in as much of Archer's length as I was able, choking just a bit as his girth stretched my throat.
“Fuck!” Archer gasped, his hips jerking upward as he exploded in my mouth, thick come flooding my throat. I pulled back a bit, making sure I caught the last few spurts of his load on my tongue, savoring the taste of his pleasure before swallowing the rest of it down.
Spent, Archer collapsed back against his pillow, his eyes taking my swollen lips in as he tried to get back in control of himself.
“I know you’re wet,” Archer purred, his eyes dropping to the apex of my thighs were the thin white panties I wore were almost transparent with my wetness. “I can smell how turned on you are from here.” Without waiting for him to ask, I pulled the black tank top I wore to sleep in over my head, tossing it aside. When I moved to slip off my panties, Archer stopped me.
“Leave them on for now.” I watched Archer expectantly, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted next.
“Come and sit on my face.”
I crawled up Archer’s body, straddling his head and gripping the headboard
of the bed tightly as I lowered myself down. I shivered as I felt his hot breath against my pussy, the barrier of the fabric between us heightening the sensation instead of lessening it.
Archer’s tongue darted out, tracing the seam of my pussy before fastening around my clit and sucking hard.
I’d been close before Archer even touched me, the combination of sucking his cock and being unable to touch myself setting every nerve on fire. The suction from Archer’s lips around my clit and the extra friction of the cotton panties? That was all it took to have me screaming out my pleasure as I bucked my hips against his face.