“Look at me,” his husky voice commanded. “I want you to watch me feed on you.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, lifting my head to obey.
First one and then another finger disappeared inside me and began to move in and out while the fingers of his other hand spread my lips apart. He sucked my clit into his mouth, latching on and doing this unbelievable thing with his teeth and tongue that I couldn’t see, but I sure as hell felt. Then he pushed his fingers all the way in to the knuckles and curled them back and forth, and I couldn’t help the porn-star-like
moan that came from somewhere in the back of my throat.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” He flattened his tongue out, taking a long lick from my opening to my clit, where he resumed his suckling.
“That’s … sweet Jesus. So amazing,” I groaned through heavy pants.
My chest heaved and my grip on his hair tightened as I pulled him toward me with each grind of my hips into his face. He hummed in appreciation, apparently approving of the fact that I was showing him what I liked most. His fingers left my opening and I whined in protest, but then I saw that he had a spoon full of ice cream. He smirked before dropping a small dollop right on my clit. I gasped at the chilling sensation against my overheated nub and nearly lost all of the control I had. Noah bit down on his bottom lip as he watched my reaction and then surged forward, roughly devouring my pussy and licking it clean of the sweet cream.
A coil was beginning to tighten in the pit of my stomach, and I recognized it from the bath earlier. Every muscle in my body tensed and my thighs were involuntarily trapping his head between them. Seriously, it was like my pussy had morphed into a Venus flytrap, unwilling to let the awesomeness that was Noah Crawford’s face escape.
Noah sucked harder on my clit and then shook his head back and forth, which just about sent me over the edge, but then he buried his face as close as he could between my legs, licking, sucking, moaning, and humming. His fingers moved in and out, curling back and forth. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Feeling him, seeing him, hearing him—it was too much. Like sensory overload or something equally mind-numbing.
My whole body shuddered as the coil finally sprang free and my eyes squeezed shut. Blue and black spots flickered behind my eyes as I bit my bottom lip and moaned out my orgasm. Wave after wave pulsated through my body as Noah continued to lick and suck. When the intense pleasure finally subsided and my body relaxed, he stopped and looked up at me while licking his lips.
“There. All better?” he chuckled with the sexiest grin on his face.
“Mmm-hmm,” I barely eked out, nodding my head like only an idiot would.
He sat back in his chair, remnants of the ice cream and my juices glistening on his chin. I was so mortified that I actually blushed. I mean, that much wetness couldn’t be normal, could it?
“Pussy à la mode—my favorite.” He grabbed his napkin, wiping his mouth and chin.
I pulled the shirt down to cover myself and hopefully some of my embarrassment, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“You still haven’t had my cherry,” I said suggestively.
Noah let out a hearty belly laugh, rubbing his hands over that pretty, pretty face, which had been buried in my vajayjay just minutes before. I’d come down those stairs wanting to see him pissed, but this was so much better.
“Eager, are we?” he asked. “Well,” he shrugged his shoulders and then slapped his thighs as he stood and hooked his
thumbs under the band of his fuck-her-wear. “If that’s what you really want …”
Realization smacked me like a Mack truck and my eyes widened as my legs instinctively snapped closed. “No!” I shouted, louder than I probably needed to. “I’m … I’m still sore.”
It was an outright lie. I knew it. Double Agent Coochie knew it. And, more important, he knew it.
“Is that right? Hmm, well I could always make you,” he said, using that husky voice that made my insides dissolve into a puddle of goo.
He took a step toward me and lifted my chin to give me a soft kiss, and then another, and one more. His hands roamed over my shoulders, down my arms, and around my waist as I fought to keep my whorish thighs from opening up to invite him in.
Noah broke away and trailed kisses along my jaw to the sensitive spot below my ear. “Soon,” he whispered as he cupped my face in his hands and took my bottom lip between his.
He pulled away and cleared his throat. “I have some work to do tonight if I’m going to be able to take you shopping tomorrow,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “You can do whatever you want in the meantime.”
With that, he walked away and left me sitting on the table, stunned to silence, in a postcoital haze, and wearing nothing but his shirt.
I had to get out of there.
Her taste and smell were everywhere, and she was sitting
there in my goddamn shirt, looking sexier than she had any right to be. And to top it all off, she was offering me her fucking cherry.
Did she not have any clue whatsoever about the amount of restraint it took for me not to impale her with my cock right then and there?
But she had to have still been sore, and ramming my dick into her unabashedly wasn’t going to do anything but make that situation worse. Which also meant I’d have to wait even longer to do it again. And once I had her there was no way I was going to be able to keep myself from taking her over and over again, on every surface in the house. And my house, much like my cock, was pretty damn big.
Control. I had to maintain control and have a little more patience. All good things come to those who wait. Right?
I sat down at my desk and brought the fingers that I’d had inside her tight little pussy to my nose, inhaling her scent once again. Yes, it was a masochistic move, worse than any other sort of torture imaginable—other than maybe having to watch someone else fuck the shit out of her right in front of me—but I couldn’t resist the allure of eau de Delaine.
I suddenly became aware of the massive hard-on I had been sporting since she walked into the dining room wearing nothing but my fucking shirt. I groaned at the pain my rock-solid dick, twisted and mangled into a very uncomfortable position, was causing me at that very moment. I reached my hand into my underwear and winced as I pulled my cock out. I could’ve used it to drill a railroad tie.
I couldn’t very well let it stay like that. I’d never get any work done with that thing waving in my face, especially with
Delaine’s taste still on my tongue and her smell still lingering on my fingers and in my whiskers.
I reached inside the top drawer of my desk and pulled out the bottle of lotion I had stashed there.
I squirted a generous amount into my palm and ran my hand up and down my shaft. I closed my eyes and imagined my million-dollar baby, still clad in my shirt, on her knees in front of me while I sat at the table. My thumb swept over the head of my dick and I hissed, picturing the flat part of her tongue making the motion instead as she scooped up the pre-come. She closed her eyes and moaned as she tasted me.
Her tongue swept across her bottom lip in anticipation of more while her greedy little mouth devoured my cock and swallowed me down. I could feel the back of her throat constrict around the tip of my dick as she moaned and bobbed her head up and down. My hand kept time with the imaginary Delaine’s movements. Faster and tighter I stroked myself, and I recalled the night I fucked her mouth, my cock sliding back and forth through her perfectly pink and pouty lips.
Imaginary Delaine looked up at me, and I squeezed the base of my dick tighter, bucking my hips into her mouth. My free hand grabbed on to the edge of my desk so hard I thought I heard the wood crack beneath my fingertips. But her eyes—blue and vibrant with life, so warm, so hungry—they never left mine. She sucked me hard and fast. Then she let my cock go with a pop of her mouth before she tossed her hair over her shoulder, licked from the bottom of my shaft to the top, and then took me in as deep as she could go with a moan of satisfaction.
I grabbed the back of her head and held her there as the heat of my release radiated through my body and my movements became jerky before I spilled my seed down her throat. When I milked myself of all the seed I had, I opened my eyes. She wasn’t there, and my hand was covered in my own spunk.
I sighed and reached inside the desk drawer, pulling out a wet wipe and cleaning up my mess.
Once I was sufficiently germ free, I turned on my computer. I queued up the security system and found Delaine in the kitchen. I’d told her she could do whatever she wanted, and this was what she chose to do? She was washing the dishes by hand while dancing around to a beat that was obviously in her head. I’d have to try to remember to buy her an iPod on our shopping excursion. Her hips swayed to and fro as she hopped around and tossed her hair back and forth. Soapsuds floated in the air about her, and she turned in a circle with her head thrown back, spinning and laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world. I couldn’t help but chuckle when a strand of hair got caught in her mouth and she spat and swiped at it, succeeding in inadvertently landing a clump of bubbles on the tip of her nose. Blowing a puff of air out of her mouth, the bubbles went flying and she went back to work on the dishes.
I closed out the program, knowing the distraction of watching her would keep me from reviewing the files I needed to go over and writing an email to Mason to be forwarded to the board members in the morning.
A couple of hours later, I was seeing double before I was through with my work. I powered down my computer and turned off my desk lamp before heading up to bed.
Delaine was already fast asleep when I reached the bedroom, looking angelic. But I knew she was actually the devil in disguise. I took a quick shower and slid under the covers, pleased to find that she was nude, as requested. So I snuggled into her backside and wrapped my arm around her stomach. She shifted a bit in her sleep and murmured something unintelligible before she settled back down and her breathing evened out.
The thought occurred to me that I might have bitten off more than I could chew with Delaine, and that would never do. Tomorrow I would reassert my position and remind her and myself of the reason she was here.
Tomorrow …
~$~
I woke the next morning, my cock in the same precarious position between her creamy thighs as it had been yesterday. Today would be different, though. She was here for a reason, and although I wasn’t a total bastard, I did have needs.
My left arm was draped over her waist, my hand cupping the awesomeness that was her boob. (
Seriously, did I just use the word “boob”?
asked the grown-ass man who apparently reverted to a seventeen-year-old kid when he was touching boobies. Dear God, my mind was turning to mush over her tits.) The pad of my thumb swept over her nipple and … nothing. Well, that would never do. So I made another pass, pinching it slightly between my thumb and finger with each sweep.
Houston, we have pebbling!
She squirmed a little in her sleep, and I hoped it was because I was making her feel good and not because she could actually hear my overly immature inner ramblings. Her squirming called attention to the iron rod attached to my body and how insanely amazing it felt when it slid back and forth between her warm thighs.
I just needed a wee bit of lubrication and I should be able to sufficiently get off without ever dipping my wick into her virginal pussy. She wasn’t ready for that yet, even though I was dying to get in there.
I kissed her bare shoulder and made a slow trail of follow-up kisses along the width of it until I reached her neck. All the while I slowly pumped my hips back and forth and rolled her nipple between my fingers. Delaine gave me a little moan and brought her hand up to cover mine. I froze for a second, concerned that she might protest against what I was doing, and then I realized that I really didn’t fucking care if she wanted me to continue or not.
To my surprise, she didn’t try to remove my hand. Instead, she started massaging it, encouraging me to knead her breast more aggressively. That one not-so-simple act caused my hips to buck forward, and I could feel her go rigid when her hand shot down between her legs and she found my cock.
“Not yet,” I whispered against her neck, and then I began to suck at her skin there.
She shivered in my arms, and that shot straight to my dick, making me impossibly harder. I needed more friction. I moved my hand down her stomach and between her legs and opened her folds to allow her wetness to coat my cock. I slid back and
forth a couple of times and couldn’t stifle the moan the warmth of her juices elicited.
“You feel so good … just … like … this,” I said with each gentle thrust of my hips against her.
Delaine arched her back and changed the angle I was rubbing against, but I knew it still wasn’t what she needed. I took her hand and guided it lower so that she could feel us moving together. The arch in her back became even more pronounced as I pressed our hands tighter to the underside of my dick, and because my fingers were longer, I stretched my thumb to press the head of my cock to her clit.
“Oh!” she gasped, and rolled her back to glide along my length until she hit the spot again.
“More,” I moaned against her shoulder.
I pulled back and thrust forward again, the head of my dick pressed so closely to her that it inadvertently pressed against her opening. The tip barely entered her before I pulled away and thrust forward again. What surprised the shit out of me was that she was pressing back and didn’t even go stiff when I was at her entrance.
Her hand kept me pressed against her as I slid back and forth between her wet folds with more urgency. She didn’t need me to keep her in place any longer, so I pulled away and grabbed her hip for leverage. She felt so soft and warm and slick. My cock was swimming in her wetness and I couldn’t get enough of it. Harder and faster I thrust, her slick thumb brushing over the slit on the head of my dick and then flicking over the pronounced ridge. She was driving me insane.