Wordlessly, he unclips the belt’s fasteners from my stockings. He reaches for my thong—and only the thong—and slides it down my legs. I lift one foot followed by the other, and he removes it and tosses it aside. His eyes roam over my body again, settling on the juncture between my thighs. Using his foot, he nudges my feet apart to widen my stance, and when he has enough room, he slips his fingers up and into me again, looking up at my face when he does it. “A beautiful, wet pussy, just for me. I wonder how it tastes?”
A wicked smirk pulls at his lips as he takes his fingers from me again and lays back onto the bed. His other hand reaches out to me, pulling me forward. I climb up to straddle his hips, but he pulls me farther up his body. “Up here, baby.”
I’m confused, and my expression must show it because the smile on his gets bigger. “Up where?”
He quirks his eyebrow at me, and I get the feeling I should understand exactly what he’s referring to, but I don’t. My brain is so scrambled with lust that I’d be hard-pressed to even remember my name right now.
“Get up here and sit on my face Kara. I want to feel your pussy grinding on my lips.”
“Fuck.” The word slips out on a breath and it makes him smile harder. I swear his damned cheeks are going to pop if they get any bigger, but the smile slips away as he tugs me closer, and when I reach his face I sit back on his chest, my ass resting firmly on the hard, muscled planes. The most intimate part of me is right in front of him, and he has no shame in lowering his gaze on it. I’m naked and exposed in every way. His eyes flick up to mine at the same time I feel his hands grip the soft flesh of my ass, and his gaze doesn’t leave my face as he slides me forward, flicking his tongue out across my clit.
I almost come on the spot.
Holding me steady, he takes a few more exploratory licks before closing his mouth over my sensitive flesh and getting lost in his work. Using his hands, he pulls me forward and back, directing my movement so I grind across his lips. I’m lost in the moment when he pulls away from me, his blue eyes glazed, his lips smeared with my arousal.
“I knew you'd taste like fucking heaven.” He leans in for another swipe of his tongue as he moans, savoring my flavor. “Rock your hips for me, baby. Grind your pussy down on my mouth and take your pleasure.”
Christ, how does a girl say no to that?
The answer is she doesn't. Not unless she's a damned fool. And I'm not.
I rock my hips forward, my clit brushing up against Ash’s lips and he sucks it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I slide backward, my flesh pulling free from his suction, and then I thrust forward again across his outstretched tongue. The tell-tale tingles of an orgasm start to spread across my body with every rock of my hips.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come.” His hands grip my ass tighter as I pull back and thrust forward again. The abrasive stubble on his chin digs into the tender flesh, and the bite of pain mixes with the pleasure to send me over the edge.
“Ash!” His name tumbles from my lips as I lose all control of my actions. My hand grips his hair as I grind my pussy forward and back, almost painfully across his mouth like a woman possessed. And when my orgasm hits and I start to come, Ash hums his approval, sending shockwaves of vibrations straight to my core. My body goes slack, my energy depleted, as he uses his hands to rock me a few more times before letting me fall over to the bed beside him.
My eyes are closed when I feel him shift beside me and his shadow blocks the overhead light we never turned off. Peeking through my half-opened eyelids I take in Ash poised above me, his chin and lips coated with his hard work.
“Fuck, that was sexy as hell.” He rolls over me, straddling my hips and holding his weight off my body. Even still, I can feel his hard cock digging into my hip.
“You're wearing too many clothes,” I tell him with a voice slurred with satisfaction. While I'm still in my lingerie, minus the panties of course, Ash is fully clothed.
His cocky smirk pulls at his still shiny lips. “Easily rectified.” His arms stretch up to the back of his neck where he grips his shirt in his fists and pulls it off over his head.
My eyes rove from his face down to his chest. I can't help it. It's the first time I've seen any part of his naked body and I'm not disappointed. He's fit, like I knew he would be. His chest is broad and tapers down at his waist and his biceps bulging with the effort of removing his shirt make my mouth water. My fingers itch to touch him, so they do. I slide them over the hard planes of his chest, down to his stomach, and over his rippled ab muscles cut into his lean torso.
“Enjoying the view?” He teases, the sound of his smile filtering through his words. Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes make the long, slow journey back up his body until my gaze lands squarely on his. I can only nod my head in the affirmative. The movement jostles my body, drawing his eyes downward to my breasts still confined in their black lace. He comes down on top of me, sliding his hands under my back to unhook my bra while his lips graze lightly across mine. “Kiss me Kara. I want you to taste your sweet pussy on my lips.” I don't hesitate to lift my head and take his mouth with mine. He tastes of champagne and me, and it's a combination that ignites the fire within me again. He breaks the kiss too soon and sits up, taking my bra with him until he has it clear of my body. He palms both breasts, massaging them in his hands.
“Fuck, your tits are spectacular,” he muses, and it makes me giggle.
“Thank you. I grew them myself.” I smirk up at him and a smile brightens his face right before he rolls his eyes at me.
“Smart ass,” He retorts, and it makes me laugh harder.
Letting go of his grip and reaching into his back pocket, he pulls his wallet out and flips it open, producing two condoms that he throws onto the space beside me. He backs up to the edge of the mattress, climbing off the bed but standing where I can still see him. Slowly he starts to undress not only himself, but me as well.
His movements are slow and controlled. He kicks off one shoe, followed by the other, removing my heels right after. His socks hit the pile next and he reaches for my stockings, rolling them down my legs and tossing them with the others. His fingertips skate across my bare flesh, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across my body. His eyes don't leave mine as the metal on metal of his belt buckle sounds loudly in the quiet room. Dropping it to the floor, he leans in and reaches for my garter belt, sliding his hands under my back and unhooking the clasp. It too joins our pile of clothing.
“Gorgeous.” He says the word as if it's fact, taking a long slow look at my naked form stretched across the mattress. I blush under his perusal.
“Nice underwear,” I tell him. “But you're still not naked.” I try to give him my best annoyed look, but all it does is bring on his sexy grin. “Take them off.”
“Oh, you mean these?” He slides his thumbs into the waistband of his snug red boxer briefs, sliding them low enough to expose more of his v-cut. He doesn't make a move to slide them lower though.
“Tease.” My one word brings a smile to his face and movement to his fingers. Hooking his thumbs back into the elastic, Ash slides them down over his muscular thighs until his cock finally breaks free.
And what a cock it is.
Thick, long, and rock hard, dripping at the tip. Ash is packing, at least eight inches by my guess, maybe more.
Reaching next to me on the bed, Ash grabs the condoms, tossing one on our pile of clothing and tearing the foil packet on the other one. He pulls the latex out and expertly slides the rubber over his dick. Once he has it in place, he leans down on top of me, taking my lips in a passionate kiss. The tip of his cock nudges against my clit, and I struggle with where to focus my attention. My core aches to finally be filled but the man can kiss, and the slow caress of his lips is mesmerizing.
I don't wage a long internal debate, because Ash makes the decision for me. Sliding his weight off me, he pushes my leg to the side before planting his knee back on the bed. He rep
eats the action with the other one until his hips are firmly wedged between my parted thighs, his cock now pressing against my slick center.
Leaning forward again, he starts his kisses near my ear, dropping them down my jaw before taking my lips with his, right as he begins pushing inside me. With each stroke of his tongue in my mouth, his body slides deeper. One last flick of his tongue against mine and Ash pushes the rest of the way in, the fullness doing nothing to ease the ache still raging inside me.
Chapter Seven
Asher
Fucking hell, there’s no feeling like it.
Seated deep inside Kara’s warm, wet heat is as perfect as perfect can get. God, she’s tight, gripping me so hard I almost lose control before I even start moving.
“Christ, I need a second.” She lets out a soft laugh, which only causes her core to clench me tighter. Adjusting my position so I’m slightly higher on my knees, I move, pulling out to the tip, and rocking back in, her laugh quickly replaced by a moan that’s music to my ears. I slide my hand onto her waist, then drift it lower down her leg, palming her calf and raising her leg over my hip, the heel of her foot resting on my ass. Her hands thread through my hair as I move, her grip tighter as I increase the speed. She moves my face down to hers, crushing her lips into mine and fuck, it makes me want her even more.
Breaking the kiss and sitting up on my knees, I spread her thighs wide. I watch in awe as I drag my cock out, and thrust it back in. Kara is spread out before me; her hands fisted the sheets, her body flushed with arousal. I push her thighs deeper into the mattress, pinning her legs open as I thrust, avoiding her clit to stave off her orgasm. She’s so responsive, and I have a feeling the minute I touch it, it will set her off.
Let’s test this theory.
Licking my thumb for a little extra lubrication—though I can’t imagine needing it with how wet she is—I press it hard against her clit as I continue pounding into her. That’s all it takes before she crashes around me, her body arching off the bed, her tits pushed into the air. I keep rubbing despite her squirming under me, holding her open as best I can. Fuck, her pussy squeezes me so tight. My orgasm blindsides me before I’m ready to let go, physically knocking the breath out of me. A groan from deep in my throat rips free as I lean forward over her, my face dropping into the crook of her neck as I continue grinding against her clit. She trembles and whimpers under me, until finally a small giggle escapes when I stop moving.
“Holy shit.” Lifting my face from its cozy spot, I’m greeted with the sexiest smile. “That was incredible.”
“It was, but it was over way too soon.” I give her a serious expression that makes her brows crinkle in question before she asks, “What’s wrong?”
A smirk tugs at my lips when I tell her, “Nothing’s wrong. Your pussy is so good it turned me into a two-pump chump, and I’m gonna need to go a second round to prove my manhood to you.”
Another giggle with a roll of her eyes. “I’d hardly call that two pumps.” I quirk my eyebrow at her, and she feigns seriousness on her face. “But far be it from me to deny you the chance to redeem yourself.”
“Good answer.” Sitting up, I pull my already hardening cock out of her and remove the condom, knotting it at one end and dropping it over the side of the bed. I half-expect her to say something about the inappropriate disposal. She doesn’t. All she does is wrap her arms around my neck and pull me down to her again, swiping her tongue over my lips. She slides her hand between us, down to my dick and starts massaging my balls. I get harder by the second.
“How much time do you need?” She murmurs against my lips.
I reach over and snag the spare condom from our pile of clothes, sitting up and stroking my cock. “Baby, I’m more than ready to go.” Ripping the packet with my teeth, I take the rubber out and roll it on. Laying in front of me, Kara drops her legs open for me. I run my hand over her pussy and slide two fingers up inside her. “You still ready for me?”
“Mmmm,” She moans, nodding her head yes.
“Perfect.” Removing my fingers, much to her displeasure, I tell her, “Flip that sweet ass over for me and put it up in the air.”
I slide off the bed as she does what she’s told and pull her closer to the edge. Bending down, I swipe my tongue across her pussy from behind, one long slow lick all the way to the tight puckered hole in the back. Her head drops into the mattress, another moan breaking free.
Standing upright, I slowly enter her from behind until I’m buried deep.
Heaven.
Fucking heaven and I don’t know how I’m going to get enough of it.
***
I’m glad she’s asleep, because she can’t see the smile I’ve had pasted on my face since I woke up an hour ago, the smell of fresh coffee brewing from the automatic coffee maker luring me awake. I’ve already dressed in the spare clothes from my gym bag that I snagged from my car earlier. Boy, was that an interesting retrieval. I’m meeting Nik at the gym later, and I didn’t want to show up in my clothes from last night, so I tugged on my pants and hustled to my car barefoot and bare-chested. It should have taken me two minutes. It shouldn’t have been a big deal.
Except Lorraine Crabtree—yes, I’m now on a first-name basis with Kara’s elderly neighbor—needed help in her kitchen and figured I was a safe bet since she’d seen me coming out of Kara’s apartment. I’d retrieved my bag and almost made it back to Kara’s when Lorraine blocked me in the breezeway and politely asked for my help. Despite the awkwardness of the situation—um, hello, barefoot and shirtless—my mother did teach me manners, so I strolled confidently into her apartment. Imagine my surprise when three other ladies greeted me with smiles and small waves. It seems Lorraine and her friends were in the middle of their weekly breakfast and couldn’t quite reach the canister on the top shelf—the one that, according to her, was one hundred percent necessary to the success of their breakfast.
The schoolgirl giggles and blatant ogling told me maybe that wasn’t true. Still, I was polite and cordial, and then got the hell out of there as fast as my legs would carry me.
Forgoing a shower since I’m headed to the gym, I dressed and helped myself to Kara’s coffee maker, and now I’m perched on the edge of the bed, sipping the hot liquid in my cup. I wore her out on our second go-around last night, and she curled up next to me and crashed into a sated sleep. She’s still sleeping peacefully.
I don’t have the heart to wake her, but I don’t want her to wake up alone either and think I ditched her. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I didn’t plan for us to sleep in this late, figuring we’d get up early, maybe go for another round. I underestimated the power of a good orgasm though and now I’m pressed for time. I have half a mind to call and cancel on Nik, but a trip to the gym with him is only the first in a long line of things I had planned to do today. If I stay, I’ll get nothing done. Plus, if she takes a raincheck on the breakfast I promised, I’m guaranteed another sleepover.
I’m a genius.
Sweeping my free hand across her face to move the hair stuck to her skin, I whisper, “Kara, baby. Wake up beautiful, I need to leave.”
She whimpers and burrows under the covers deeper, grabbing her blanket and pulling it up to her chin. She doesn’t open her eyes when she asks me, “What time is it?”
I can’t help the small laugh that escapes. She’s adorable. “It’s ten o’clock. I’m supposed to meet my brother in a bit. We overslept, and I can’t stay for breakfast. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Didn’t want you to think I ran out on you.” A small smile pulls at her lips and her eyes finally slide open. I lift my cup to show her. “There’s fresh coffee in the pot. I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself.”
She yawns, her hand covering her mouth, as she sits up in the bed, taking me in. “Where did you get the clothes?”
I look down at my white muscled tank and blue gym shorts, then shift my eyes back to her. “From the gym bag I keep in my car. I always keep a few sets of clo
thes handy.” I grab my T-shirt from last night off the floor and hand it to her. “I kept this out for you, though.” I give her a smile, and she returns it with a blush. She had slipped it on last night after round two, but I promptly removed it and told her naked is the only way I wanted her in bed.
She didn’t argue.
She reaches for it, the blankets slipping down her body, revealing every inch of the creamy, naked skin I had the pleasure of licking last night. With a groan, I rise from the bed and adjust my cock. He’s more than ready for me to ditch my brother. When she pulls her head through my shirt, I reach for her hand and pull her out of the bed. “Walk me out?”
She nods and grips my hand tight, and I pull her along behind me to the kitchen where I deposit my mug in the sink, and head to the front door. I unlock and open it, turning to her before I leave. I get a good look at her, and she’s beautiful. Her hair is a tangled mess and my shirt hits almost to her knees, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time, if not ever. Ask any man and they’ll tell you, a woman wearing your shirt after a night of hot sex makes you want to rip it off and start all over again. Slipping my hand up to cradle her neck, I pull her in for a slow, sensual kiss, and lean my forehead to hers.
“You owe me a breakfast.”
“Count on it.”
She lets out a soft sigh. “Bye.” It’s almost a whisper when she says it, but it does something to me, hits me right in the chest.
“Bye.” I give her one more kiss, then grab my duffle bag from the floor where I left it and make myself walk out the door. I get a few steps away and I hear her door shut and lock, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My stride slows as I have an overwhelming urge to go back and knock on her door, take her to bed, and say to hell with everything else. It’s a strange feeling for me, which is why I listen to my brain instead of my dick and keep walking to my car.
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