“So soft, so smooth, so needy.” He pawed at my clit like a cat playing with a string of yarn. I guess in a way that was exactly what I was, a toy ready to be manipulated by expert hands. Maybe I should have cared about being more than a sex-object, maybe I should have cared about a lot of things, but at that moment all I seemed to care about were those thick thighs shifting between my legs and him shoving every inch of himself inside me. I wanted to remember the night I only seemed to catch glimpses of through liquor-drenched thoughts. A night that seemed to taunt me with the heat of his closeness or the occasional glimpse of his body.
He pulled back abruptly, still resting on his knees with his cock in hand. Those green eyes watched me, watched while I stared dumbfounded as to his change in direction. It was there in his smile that I felt assured that nothing had changed from one moment to the next.
I scooted closer, lining our bodies up so he could feel the heat escaping from between my thighs, let him sweat over that. Except, he was onto me as I inched my hips down the bed and wrapped my legs around his back to lock him between my thighs.
“Do you always get what you want?” he asked.
“It’s kind of in the job description. So, yes, I try very hard to get what I want.”
“I like a girl with determination.” He shifted back into my interlocked ankles as far as he could go, still smiling and pumping his dick like this was just another ordinary day in his world. He did have one leg up on teasing, but I wasn’t lying about getting what I wanted, and right then I wanted him. My legs dropped from around him and I rocketed up, nearly toppling us both with my momentum. My hand slid down his body before locking on my target. I squeezed the inside of his groin, lodging both hands against the inside of his thighs to make more room for me.
With his hand holding the base of his dick, my lips wrapped around his heated shaft, taking him in one fell swoop. My lips closed down at the base of his hands, and I looked up just in time to catch the whites of his eyes as they rolled back in his head from sheer pleasure. I tongued the underside of his veiny shaft, licking my way back up to the tip where his barbell sparkled like a hidden treasure ready to be explored by my wandering tongue. He tasted like a man was supposed to taste: a bit musky, a bit salty, a little sweet. My tongue caressed his length, molding around the girth of his erection.
Like the rest of Joel, his dick was damn-near obscene with how large it was, and with every bob of my head, I feared showing my novice by gagging all over him. While I didn’t deep-throat like a pro, I made up for it by lavishing what parts of him I could fit in my mouth. I took my time, teasing him with measured licks and a light scraping of teeth. His breath stilled and his body tightened, and I could feel him thicken in my mouth and his balls nestle tighter to his body. Just when I felt he was about to blow, I eased up, letting my cheeks puff out to grant space for his cock to bob in my mouth. I worked my way back up to his cock-head, taking the tip of his barbell between my front teeth. I gave a slight tug and felt his cock throb with the movement of his piercing.
“Be careful of your teeth. I wouldn’t want you to chip them on it.” Looking up, he winked and I knew that he knew that from experience and not to be arrogant or condescending. I let the metal fall from my teeth and sucked it between my lips. His dick rose with the suction of his piercing.
“Does that hurt?”
“No, that feels amazing. Don’t stop. Please.”
“And if I did?”
“That would make you sadistic.” His hands pushed into my hair, becoming tangled in the strands while the need for release shot through his body. He was on edge. I could see it in the set of his jaw and the tension of his thighs on either side of my head. I was almost fearful that if I’d stopped he’d crush me like metal at a junkyard.
I let his hands set the pace, and my tongue worked overtime to catch up with his brutal pumping. Those jade eyes that I’d become so enamored with were closed off to me as he was lost in the whirlwind of the orgasm I sucked out of him.
“Blaire, Jesus fuck. Your lips are…heaven. Fuck.”
Is it weird that I found that to be a bigger compliment than him calling me sexy?
I licked at the ridge of his head and tightened my hold on his thighs as if I would blow away with the dam that was about to burst.
“Fuck, I’m going to come down this pretty little throat and you’re going to swallow every drop. Hear me, baby?”
My head rocked on my neck enthusiastically. I stretched my neck, opening my throat so I wouldn’t choke on his come. One hand moved to my shoulder holding me still, while the other flattened against my scalp, holding me tenderly like a cherished prize. His dick thickened seconds before the first drop of come sprayed my tongue. I swallowed it back as he continued filling my mouth and shouting the room down with a mixture of groans and expletives that would make a sailor blush.
I choked back everything his body wrangled free, and when he softened against my tongue, his hands pulled me free from his cock, laying me flat on the bed.
“The kid gloves are off. You’re mine now.”
He spent the next thirty minutes torturing my body. He pinched my nipples until they ached so bad I’d thought they’d burst, and he flicked my clit until he had to wrestle my hands back because I was so desperate for relief I would have given myself carpet burn just to orgasm. What disturbed me the most was I watched his cock bob along as if mocking me in my torment. We weren’t waiting for him to recharge his batteries; he was just having fun at my expense. His face was full of glee as I writhed and begged for him to put me out of my misery. Anything. I would have given him anything, let him do anything. I wasn’t even thinking of the words falling from my lips, just the hands that burned across my body and the tongue that lashed my lips, nipples, and slit like a whip.
“Please. Please. Joel. I need relief. Something. Anything. Everything.”
“Oh, Blaire. I told you I would break you,” he said with a look of reverie on his face. It was almost as if he felt sorry for me, for not only the brutal way he teased my body, but for what only he knew was coming. “What I didn’t tell you was I’m going to fucking love every minute of it,” he whispered. His body stretched out over mine and every rippling muscle yawned, blanketing me with the strength he exerted in every movement. His words clipped my ears before he took my mouth in a kiss that had me panting against his lips.
“Blaire, I want to feel everything. I’ve never…I’ve always used condoms, so I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. Yes. Joel,” I whined.
I locked my legs around his calves, and his teeth nipped my bottom lip. He lifted up just enough to take his cock in hand and thrust into me.
It was like his cock was breathing air back into my lungs. I found a renewed strength with the force of him barreling into me.
“This is what you’ve been missing out on, Blaire. I bet you’re hating yourself now.” He drew his shaft out slowly with both of us looking on, watching every inch of his withdrawal and the glistening proof of my arousal.
I groaned aloud as he slid back into me, fucking me to the hilt. My fingers pressed into his shoulders and my legs locked around his back holding onto him with all of the need coursing through my body, looking for an outlet. His hips were slow, drawing out the pleasure until his body shook with resistance and mine shook with need. Slick lips coursed down my neck and across my breasts, drawing in one nipple at a time. He squeezed one nipple and bit the other simultaneously, both the pain and pleasure of his touch sending a current of shockwaves from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.