Everlasting Bad Boys (26 page)

He moved her hair away so that he could come down and kiss her neck and the one ear he could get at.

Then she felt it. His huge, silky-stiff cock rested between the cheeks of her bare ass. Not doing anything, not thrusting, just there.

He was down on his elbows now, his legs folded up, his whole body covering hers.

Justin kissed her neck and treated her to tiny bites on the nape. The sensation traveled down every nerve she had and ended up between her legs. In another few minutes, he licked and nipped at her ear, suckling on the lobe, and had her dripping wet. The soft front panel of the thong was soaked.

Usually she would never get that hot without nipple play and it was incredible to even imagine how good that was going to be.

Beth began to rock under him, savoring the feel of that big, hard body covering her but not weighing her down. He slid down a hand under her, moving it over the front of her hips, until he could slip a probing finger into her wet thong panties.

Her clit just about jumped when he touched it. He sighed with warm satisfaction into her ear. “There it is. You’re as hard as I am.”

“Yeah?” she murmured, giving a sensual, almost inaudible laugh. “But you’ve got a good nine inches on me. That feels like quite a cock.”

“Like it?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Want it?”

“You know I do,” she whispered.

“It’s almost in you,” he whispered back. He continued to kiss and nip her neck while he pressed down a little more and played with her clit through the panties. The sheer size of his rod kept her ass cheeks apart.

Justin withdrew his finger and touched it to her lips. “Taste yourself. I want to see that pretty pink tongue again.”

She darted it out and licked his finger daintily.

“You’re delicious,” he said.

“If you say so,” she murmured. She turned her head a little more so she could open her mouth and suck on his finger, letting him slide it in and out.

His breathing got faster and his cock got stiffer.

“I can’t wait to taste you myself,” was the last thing he said before he rose up again. But he stayed essentially where he was, still straddling her, only lower down.

This time it was her ass that got the royal treatment.

Justin placed a big, warm hand on each cheek and began to alternate strokes and squeezes.

Not quite aware she was doing it, Beth began to moan.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh. Oh…. ohhhh. Don’t stop…ohhh.”

Now he was pushing her hips down into the soft, ultra-comfortable bed but doing it lightly. Still, the repeated press-and-release motion was incredibly exciting.

He stopped and she held her breath.

Staying on his knees, Justin moved out of the straddle and to the side. Then he got off the bed and she heard him walk around.

She stayed motionless. Whatever he wanted to do was fine with her.

Beth smiled a hidden smile when she felt his hands encircle her ankles and spread her legs with a swift, strong motion that left no doubt in her mind that he was staring at her juicy pussy. The thong front had been pulled between her labia, which were freshly shaved and exquisitely sensitive.

The powder-puff of springy curls she left at the top couldn’t be seen in this position. Just plump, utterly feminine flesh split in two, begging to take cock.

He sighed as he looked his fill, holding her ankles more tightly than before.

“I wish you could see yourself like this,” he said at last.

Beth raised her head but she didn’t turn around. “I masturbate with a hand mirror sometimes, but I can’t get this view. Glad you like it.”

“Oh, I do.” He didn’t speak for just a beat. “Tell me about that. Tell me how you do it with a mirror.”

He let go of her ankles and kneeled between them, rubbing her ass again, taking a voluptuous pleasure in doing it extra slowly.

“I use a dildo,” she murmured. “I hold the mirror in the other hand. It’s an antique dildo, made of sterling silver.”

He chuckled in a very soft, very male voice.

“And where’d you get that?”

“In London, of all places. In one of those goddess shops.”

“Sterling silver, huh? I’d love to see that penetrating your beautiful, slippery, pink pussy.”

“It feels really good. And it gets warm quickly, almost hot. It’s different from the plastic ones. It’s not that big. Nowhere near as big as you.”

“Just right for starters, hmm?”

She nodded.

“Go on.”

Beth sighed with pleasure. He had begun to push her down into the bed again. She wasn’t sure of how much more she could take before she flipped over and begged him to fuck her if he had to shred the thong to do it.

“Where was I?”

“The mirror.”

“Right. I hold it so I can see all of my pussy and I get the silver dildo nice and slick on the outside. Then I put it most of the way in.”

“Mmm,” he said. “I can see you doing that.”

“Then I tease my clit. If my pussy gets too excited, the dildo begins to rise and I push it back in. The base is kind of swollen and kind of flat so it can’t go all the way in.”

“Unlike me. Because I will. When you’re ready.”

Beth stretched luxuriously, enjoying the absolute best ass massage she’d ever had for as long as he was willing to do it.

“Then I put the mirror aside,” she said after a while.

“Yes. And?” He knew better than to quit.

“I hold the base of the dildo and thrust it in and out while I pinch my clit. I try—” She faltered for a moment. Thinking about what she had done for solo pleasure combined with what he was doing to her right now was about to make her have an orgasm. And this was only the foreplay, she thought with wonder.

“Yes?”

“I try to make my fingers feel like tight lips on my clit. Sucking me and sucking me until I come—I want to come—oh!”

Several playful but pleasurably strong slaps on the ass from Justin put that thought out of her mind.

In another second, he had her turned over. And then she saw him naked.

He was much better than her imagination. The solid muscles of his torso were beautifully cut and sprinkled with fine, dark hair that twirled into a narrow trail down past his bellybutton, a sexy innie.

That pointed straight to his gorgeous, thick cock, which he was holding.

He let out a ragged breath. “I’m trying to get a grip. You make it hard, Beth.”

He looked down, drinking her in. The bra had fallen off the bed when she turned and her breasts were still bouncing.

Justin let go of his cock and bent over her on all fours, sucking one nipple and caressing the other under his circling palm. He reversed his attentions until both breasts were wildly stimulated. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed to intensify the pleasure he was giving her, squeezed so that her fingernails dug into her own soft flesh, leaving little scratches.

Justin rose onto one hand and stopped her, kissing each mark lovingly and soothingly.

“Your tits are hotter than your ass, if that’s possible,” he murmured, stroking them next. “All of you is round and gorgeous. You’re made for sex, do you know that?”

Beth shook her head. Her hair was tangled, hot underneath her. She was frustrated as hell, but enjoying this to the max.

“What do you want me to do next?”

Beth reached down and ran a finger over the front of his cock, down the part like a seam and up into the split part of the plum-like head, all the way down and then up again, over and over.

Her subtle stroking obviously excited him. He held still, but finally trembled when a pearly drop of precum welled from the head and stayed there on the heated, swollen skin. She swiped it off with a fingertip and popped it into her mouth, savoring the thick saltiness taste while she looked into his mesmerized eyes.

“Get over my mouth,” she whispered.

Justin did—the bed was huge and there was plenty of room for them to try a hundred different positions.

She looked up, her eyes half-closed with pure pleasure at the sight of everything he had between his legs but much closer now: heavy, big balls and that unbelievable cock.

She reached for a pillow, rolled it under her head, and began to lick him exactly as she guessed he wanted to be licked—thoroughly and sensually. She gave him long strokes along the shaft, teasing ones over the head, wet, eager laps over and around his balls until he began to moan, gripping his thighs until the veins on his hands stood out just to keep upright in the precise position for her to pleasure him orally like this.

He tasted so good. His smell was a combination of plain clean and pure man. She nuzzled between his legs, breathing it in. Then Beth stopped and encircled her fingers around his cock, pushing him back a little with one hand on his groin.

“I want this,” she said. “Get ready.”

Never had she seen a man get up, find a condom, and sheathe himself that fast. She got rid of the thong and the stockings in record time herself. Just watching him roll the nearly transparent latex on as his huge rod strained against his hand turned her on. A lot.

In another second Justin was over her on all fours, lifting one of her legs over his bent arm. She could just reach to help him position the head, but her hand was almost caught between their bodies when he suddenly rammed into her with a rough cry.

Oh, God. His eyes widened as he looked into hers, the sensation of that first, deep penetration thrilling them both.

“More,” she begged. “Give it to me hard. I want it hard. I want you—”

His thrusts were charged with erotic energy, his body vibrating with it. Bucking under him, taking all nine very hot inches deep inside her pussy again and again, Beth wanted to scream with pleasure, but bit her lip instead.

His hand went around her chin and he gave her a deeply passionate kiss while he fucked her, capturing her moans.

“Go ahead,” he growled when he stopped kissing her to take a breath. He didn’t stop fucking her, though. He was rolling and rocking now, stimulating her clit with the pressure of his body in between thrusts. “We’re on top of the world, girl. Make all the noise you want to.”

Lost in the extreme pleasure of what he was doing. Beth let go completely. She brought her hips up to meet every downward thrust of his, clawing at his fine, hard ass, and begging for more.

She got it. She got everything she ever dreamed of from a man who seemed to have come out of her wildest dreams. She screamed his name when he made her come and he shouted hers.

Slowly, slowly, the glorious feeling ebbed away. He pulled out, did what he had to with the condom, turned her on her side and curled completely around her, her bare ass tucked against his groin and her breasts lifted by one of his mighty arms. The other was stretched over the long curve of her hip, heavy with his weariness. From the very male and beginning-to-be-scratchy chin that rested on her head to her toes, which rested on the tops of his big warm feet, she felt protected and utterly satisfied.

On top of the world? Not quite, she thought. She felt more like she was on top of the universe as she drifted off, half in love, blissed out. Somewhere around midnight, they woke up and did it again. Only better.

The long moan of a ship’s horn startled her out of a very deep sleep. Beth eased out of Justin’s cocooning embrace—he was in back of her, which made it easy—and wriggled to look at the clock. Five-oh-five a.m. Just before daybreak. There was no light coming from the windows to speak of—they were uncurtained, it was too high up for anyone to see in. But there was a light in the room that puzzled her, an ambient glow that was a deep, indefinable blue. It didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere in particular. But what if it woke Justin? They would both have to get up in time to shower and she would have to dash home to change her clothes, she thought drowsily.

Gee. She felt kind of proud. She hadn’t had to do the Stayed-Out-All-Night-Wearing-The-Clothes-I-Slept-In Walk of Shame in front of coworkers for a long time.

Beth rubbed her eyes, thinking about it. Maybe it would be best if she left first, got a taxi before the early-rising traders got down to the Wall Street area, even before the coffee vendors arrived in their rattling, quilted-steel carts.

Yeah. Good idea.

She rolled over to look at Justin. He had flopped back into the pillows, still naked, a hand on his balls and one big arm over his head. He was still asleep but…

What the hell was going on?

The odd light in the room was coming from him. She stared in wonder. Patterns of shimmering color, moving in waves like the aurora borealis, moved over his skin as if he were lit from deep inside. As if he was hollow. As if he was made of light.

What the hell?

Beth’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His eyes opened slowly as if he felt hers on him. Eyes that had been blue times two were now blue times ten.

She looked at him a few seconds longer, fainted, and fell right off the bed.

Dawn was breaking when she came to. She was nestled into the pillows, on her back with the covers drawn up and tucked in. He was sitting beside her, stroking her thoughtfully, a troubled look on his face.

He looked exactly like himself again, wearing a cotton robe.

“Justin!” She struggled to sit up.

“I’m here, baby,” he soothed her. “Right here.” He took her in his arms and she clung to him.

“I had the weirdest dream,” she said. “I woke up in the middle of the night and I turned around and you—you were lit up from inside. The colors of the light kept changing.”

“Shhh,” he said, stroking her hair.

Beth looked up at him. “Do you have a dream book or something? I know they’re ridiculous, but I’d love a little insight on that one.”

“I can understand why you would.”

“It seemed so real.” She searched his face. His eyes were the same as when she’d first seen them: beach-glass blue. Not blue times two or ten. Just normal blue eyes, really beautiful blue eyes. Everything about him was beautiful. His body, naked or clothed. His very male charm. His unpretentiousness. His skill at lovemaking. She was never, ever, going to forget the sex they’d had last night. It must have unhinged her mind a little and triggered that crazy dream.