by Me, Tara Sue
“Damn, K,” he said and then stopped because at that moment she engulfed nearly his entire length in her mouth, and he forgot what he was going to say. “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” was all he managed to get out.
He’d had plenty of blow jobs in his life. High School girlfriends. College girlfriends. Assorted dates. Newbie subs. Experienced subs. No one had ever rocked his world the way Kelly did. For one, she didn’t seem to have a gag reflex. For another, she did something with her tongue every time he thrust forward and it felt like nothing he’d experienced before.
As much as he tried to hold out, her mouth made it impossible. Still it was only good manners to let her know.
“K,” he said. “I can’t hold it back much longer. If you don’t want to…..” His voice trailed off as one of her hands inched toward his backside and one of her fingers pressed into his ass. His world exploded in a flash of pleasure. “Fuck!”
Several seconds passed before he could move, but when he looked down, Kelly had sat back on her heels and was licking her lips. His dick twitched, wanting more.
“You didn’t move your arms at all,” she said as he realized the same thing. “Impressive.”
He allowed them to drop to his side and he winced while working a few kinks out of them. “Practice,” he said. “I’ve asked subs to do the same thing and if I’m going to ask them to do it, I should at least now what it feels like and at best, be able to do it myself.”
She licked her lips again. “Everything?”
“I see what you’re doing now,” he said to her, as seriously as possible.
“You do?”
“Yes,” he said. “You’re trying to kill me. Payback, I suppose, for the hell I’ve given you over the last few years. The thing is, I don’t even care. I’ll die a happy man.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. With a smile on my face and the memory of my cock in your mouth.” He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall with his arms tucked behind his head, making sure his smile conveyed total bliss.
She smacked his chest and snorted. “You are so full of it.”
“Where did you learn how to do that so well?” Because seriously, the woman had mad oral skills.
“The blow job?” At his nod, she continued, “I took a course.” He raised on eyebrow. “More like a series of courses.”
“Really?”
“Really,” she repeated. “We started with Cock 101 and went all the way through Resurrection: Bringing the Lifeless Back to Life with Fellatio.”
He stared at her for a handful of seconds, not wanting to believe her, but damn if she hadn’t spit it out like there actually was a course series. “I don’t believe you. You didn’t take any courses.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m a Domme and I want to be able to properly reward the subs I play with. It behooves me to know how to give a great blow job.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Just like I’m sure you know a thing or two about how to eat a pussy.”
Damn straight he did. He grinned. “Only one way for you to find out.”
She took a step back, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
He advanced on her. “Mean it like what?”
“Like you had to reciprocate.”
She’d stopped moving backward, so that was a good thing. He knew he hadn’t misread any signs, but if she kept moving back, he had no choice but to take her actions as a no. “Trust me,” he told her, hoping beyond hope that she believed him. “I’ve thought of little else than what your pussy would taste like. In fact, you’d actually be doing me a favor, you know, to see how correct I was about how good you’d taste.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? Does that line work for you?”
“I’m not sure,” he said with a grin. “I’ve never used it before. Ask me tomorrow how it goes.”
“You’re something else, you know that don’t you?”
“I’m nothing special,” he admitted. “You know that as well as I do. All I am right now is a guy who wants you. A guy who wants to reciprocate the pleasure you just gave me by giving you some of your own.”
“I didn’t do what I did just so I could have you do the same to me.”
He lifted his hand, not sure if she’d let him touch her, but wanting to try all the same. She didn’t move when he touched her cheek, so he lightly stroked it with one finger. “I know that,” he said. “And because of that, it only makes me want you more.”
She closed her eyes and seemed to lean into his touch.
“Let me do this,” he pled. “Let’s go into the main room where you can get on the couch and I can get on my knees and taste you.”
He had to refrain from sending up a cheer when she gave a curt nod, turned and walked to the center of her hotel room. She settled herself on the couch but didn’t do anything else.
Could it be she was waiting for instructions or something from him?
From all appearances, that seemed to be the case and he didn’t want to be the one who didn’t give her what she was asking for.
“That’s it, Kelly,” he said. “Now that you’re on the couch, I want you to slide down a bit so your ass is at the very edge. Hike that skirt up around your waist. I don’t want anything between your pussy and me.”
She hesitated before following his directions and it only took less than half a second once she’d lifted her skirt above her hips, baring her body to him from the waist down, for him to see why.
“Look at that,” he said. “Someone was a dirty girl at her friends’ wedding. Someone didn’t wear panties.”
“Trust me, I did. I took them off once I got back here.”
“Even better. Someone wanted to be a dirty girl, but only for me. Is that right?”
She nodded.
“Does that also mean someone wanted to sit with her legs spread wide while I tasted her greedy pussy?”
Kelly moaned. “Fuck, yes.”
Of course, her admittance of that in no way turned her docile and compliant. He didn’t expect it to. However, he also didn’t expect her to take matters into her own hands. Yet, she did.
She licked one finger before dropping her hand between her legs, teasing her folds, and dragging one finger across her seam. Her eyes stayed on his while she fingered herself. He supposed it was her way of reminding him she was submissive to no man, but he needed no such reminders.
“That’s right,” he said. “Show me how you like it. Let me see what turns you on. That’s it. Get yourself nice and wet for me while I watch and learn all your secrets.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief as if she didn’t think that was what he was doing. He smiled.
“You think I’m sitting here watching a show?” he asked. “Hell, no. I’m gathering every scrap of information I can about what makes you tick so when I get my hands on you, I’ll pleasure you so thoroughly, you won’t be able to move without thinking about me. I like to think of you sitting there in front of me as my own private series of courses called How to Properly Fuck Kelly. And believe me when I tell you, these are courses I plan to ace.”
He stopped talking for a few seconds to let all that sink in. “Let me know when you’re ready for me. We’ll see how fast I can make you come with my mouth.” He stroked his cock. “And since watching you has made me hard again, maybe once I make you come with my mouth, I’ll fuck you nice and proper.” Making sure he had her attention, he gave a powerful thrust into his hand. “Although, I have to be honest, there won’t be anything proper about me once my cock is buried deep inside you.”
Kelly dropped her hands and grabbed on to the couch the best she could. “Do it,” she said. “Use your mouth to make me come.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He took his time getting to her, enjoying the way she watched him, her eyes bright with anticipation.
Once he made it to the couch, he stood between her legs, a hand on each of her knees and pushed them open more. “Wider,” he said, bitting the inside of his cheek to keep from s
aying ‘good girl’ when she obeyed. “Now, place one of your hands on each knee, and don’t move.”
She mumbled something under her breath as he knelt where he stood, pleased to find it a good position.
“Damn,” he said. “This is one hot pussy. I need to cool it down before going any further.” She twisted this way and that, trying to get an idea of what he had up his sleeve. He took a deep breath and blew a long stream of air across her sensitive skin that sent her writhing in pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” he said ensuring he kept close enough for her to feel the heat from his mouth as he spoke. “That was a lovely reaction. Let’s see if I can get you to squirm like that again.”
He did so, not once, but over and over until she was panting with need.
“Please, Evan.”
“Please, Evan, what?” He blew across her skin, light so she wouldn’t come, but enough that she’d give him what he wanted.
She let out a string of four letter words. He laughed. “Try again.”
“Please, Evan. Touch me and make me come.”
He flicked his tongue across her clit and she came with a yelp. “Nice,” he said, before she could gather herself together and try something similar on him. “Now you’re going to come again.”
This time, he put his mouth on her the way she probably thought he would from the start. He tasted her, and whispered how delicious he found her. He parted her with his thumbs and licked her until she cried out and came for the second time.
“There you go,” he said. “If you come one more time, I’ll let you have my cock.”
“You’ll let me have it?” she asked, obviously more aware of things than she’d been following her first orgasm.
“Yes,” he replied. “It is my cock, after all. I believe I do have a say in who gets it and where.”
Instead of arguing with him, she wisely changed the direction of the conversation. “You’re going to try and make me come a third time? And you plan on only using your mouth?”
He propped up on one side so he could see her better. “You say that as if it’s impossible.”
She shrugged, all traces of the passionate woman pleading for her release that he had his hands on moments ago were gone. “Not impossible,” she said as if telling him it would be mostly sunny tomorrow. “Just improbable.”
He wasn’t sure if she was stating a fact or issuing a challenge. Most of the time, like now, she kept her emotions under wraps and it was difficult to get a read on her. One of the reasons why he wanted her to come again was because when she was consumed with pleasure, all of those wrappings fell away, and it was just her. Kelly.
Whether she meant it as a challenge or not, didn’t make a difference. He said she was going to come again before she got his cock and that’s what he meant.
“At least once more,” he said. “I suggest you get back into position and hold on nice and tight to those knees.”
She looked at him as if he lost every bit of sense he ever had, but she did as he asked. “I have to check out by eleven o’clock tomorrow morning, you know.”
Chapter Six
As her heart rate and breathing returned to normal following orgasm number four, Kelly realized that of course Evan took her statement as a challenge and not in the hey-just-so-you-know kind of way she meant. She thought she was helping his male ego by letting him know before he got started that rarely did she come more than twice a night and he shouldn’t take it personally.
Instead, he decided to prove her wrong. Not that she was complaining. Hell, no. Not after experiencing the complete and total domination of his mouth. Talk about courses, though, that man could get rich teaching the skills he had. And while she’d truly expected him to brag about his pussy eating power, instead, he’d said nothing. Which in a lot of ways was worse.
Worse because she knew he was probably wondering what duds she’d been going out with lately that had no clue as to what they were doing. The thing was, there were no duds of any kind. It’d been ages since she’d been on a date, much less had someone put his face between her legs.
Evan stood up and held out his hand.
“What?” she asked, still feeling a bit high from her last orgasm.
“I thought it might be nice for us to move to the bed for the next part.”
She happened to glance down at that moment and saw his cock. He was hard and ready, and to be honest, the sight of him made her want to spread her legs and beg him to fuck her. If he was that talented with his mouth, wouldn’t it stand to reason he would be likewise talented with other parts of his body?
She might not live through a night with his cock inside her, but she’d die happy and content.
When they made it to the bed, he surprised her by pulling her close and spinning them around so she was on top, one of her legs on each side of his body.
“What?” she asked, having pegged him as a missionary man.
“I would have thought it obvious.” He placed his hands on her waist. They’d both finished undressing between orgasm three and four, so there was nothing in their way at this point. “You’ve been living in Texas for months. Show me what you’ve learned. Ride me, Kelly.”
“I live in Dallas. It’s a major city, not a ranch.”
His expression was filled with mischief. “I’ve been jerking off for two months to the thought of you on top of me, your tits bouncing, my cock deep inside you. I’m the wild stallion you want to tame, to bend to your will. You ride me as hard as you can, using my cock for your own pleasure. You think you have me mastered, but the truth is, I’m not bucking in an attempt to get you off of me. I’m doing my damnedest to get just a little deeper inside you.”
It never crossed her mind he’d be such a dirty talker, and frankly, she liked that he was. That was the thing about Evan, what she had noticed after being in the Partner’s Group for so long. He flew under the radar. Several of the Doms, Cole and Nathaniel were the first two coming to mind, you felt their presence before you saw them. Their domination evident for anyone who looked. It was entwined with their personalities so tight, they couldn’t hide it if they tried.
Evan, however, was what she’d call a quiet Dom. Not that there was anything remotely quiet about him. His Dom side wasn’t what one first took notice of. In fact, she wondered if he ever showed it outside of a scene? No, it was only when he’d drawn you in with his good looks and his wicked sense of humor you realized there was more to him than what he showed the world.
Like right now, looking at her with eyes filled with desire, and surprising her by asking her to ride him. He was one hundred percent walking and talking sex. From the look on his face, he knew it, too.
“Here,” he said, holding out a condom. “I’ll let you do the honors.”
Her hands trembled slightly. Just a result of the four orgasms, she tried to convince herself, but she didn’t believe it even as her mind told her it could possibly be true. No, it couldn’t.
Her hands were trembling because she knew what was going to happen next and she wanted it so badly. She’d had that cock in her mouth and she could only imagine how good it’d feel inside her. She made quick work of the condom, ripping it open and rolling it on his hard thick length.
He hadn’t seemed quite as large before, but all his size did was make the empty parts of her ache to be filled. She stroked him after the condom was in place and he groaned low in his throat. The rough sound sent shivers of anticipation down her spine and she stroked him again.
“Fuck, Kelly,” he said. “Keep that up and this will be over before it has a chance to get started and I don’t think either one of us wants that.”
She thought about making a joke with his use of ‘keep that up’ but she didn’t want to start a verbal spat. What she really wanted was him inside her. “If you insist,” she said and lifted her hips and moved over his cock.
She lowered herself on him, head thrown back, letting herself get lost in the feeling of him. How big he felt. Shit, forget that.
How big he was.
“Look at me,” he insisted.
She looked down, thinking it’d be awkward, but instead it was one hundred times hotter. This was Evan she was in bed with. He was the one inside her; the one who filled her up so completely. Evan of all people. Her nemesis for years. The man who had teased her mercilessly about everything from the way she spanked to the fact that she liked to wear pink.
He lifted his hands to cup her breasts and ran his thumbs across her nipples. She groaned when he gave them a pinch.
“Harder,” she urged, squealing in pleasure when he did so.
“Fuck, look at you.” He thrust his hips upward in time with her downward movements, making his way deeper and deeper inside her. “I knew you’d be perfect.”
But the truth was she was far from perfect. And not only did she live in Dallas, but they were both Tops. There was no possibility for any type of relationship after tonight.
“Hey,” he said, rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Where did you go?”
“Nowhere.” She smiled, determined not to let thoughts of tomorrow ruin what they had tonight. If they only had this one night, she sure as hell wasn’t going to spend it doing anything other than him.
“I’m not sure I believe you, but I don’t want to fight while I’m fucking you and you feel so good.” The grin appearing on his face was the exact same one he always had before one of their verbal spats. “Know what that means?”
“I’m afraid to ask,” she replied, thinking this surely had to be the most bizarre conversation she’d ever had in the middle of sex. Not that she typically had conversations in the middle of sex.
“I’m going to have to work harder to keep you here with me instead of wherever it is you went inside your head.” He abruptly pulled out of her and slapped her upper thigh. “On your hands and knees.”
“Excuse you?”
“You heard me, I want you on your hands and knees.”