23. Twenty-Three
Twenty-Three
DYLAN
M y body did the talking.
I tugged on the tie and my robe fell open, showing a sliver of skin. Nothing else mattered. This moment was a long, long time coming.
The guilty conscience could wait.
Nothing existed except for us.
Slowly, he peeled the robe down one of my arms.
Then the other.
The robe fell to the floor in a heap around my feet. I stood there, naked in front of him.
Brax didn’t blink, or breathe, as he took all of me in, the denim tightening around the length in his jeans. It was like he was looking at me for the first time.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful.”
I reached forward and carefully lifted his shirt up and over his head, his cap falling off with the shirt.
Slowly, I dragged my nails down his muscular, tattooed chest, the pressure leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
My hand reached the top of his jeans and I paused. Our bodies aligned, I tipped my head to meet his stare, the arousal clear in his now electrified eyes.
Unblinking, and holding his gaze, I undid the top button of his jeans and slowly unzipped the zipper.
His hard cock sprung free.
Gently, I let the tips of my nails drag alongside his shaft, not daring to break my gaze from his.
My touch caused Brax to close his eyes in pleasure.
Softly, I leant up and kissed him, a far cry from the passionate kiss at the concert.
This one was like butterfly wings, delicate and gentle.
A string of saliva looped from our mouths as I dropped my head, sizing up what part of his body I was going to place my lips on next.
I started with his chin, then his throat, placing small kittenish kisses down his body.
He shuddered when I reached his chest.
My teeth clamped down on his hardened nipple, eliciting a sharp inhale from Brax.
The gentle bite surprised him.
As sensual as this was, I wanted him to know I was still the fiery woman who wasn’t afraid to fuck.
I kissed him all the way down his toned stomach, my fingertips tickling his oblique muscles.
Finally, I sank to my knees and ran my tongue all the way down his sculpted V, until I was face to face with his weapon.
I wondered how I ever fit this fucking missile inside me in the past.
The thought of what awaited me—first in my mouth, then deep inside me—turned me all the fucking way on.
Gripping him at his base, my relaxed tongue slowly licked up one side of his thick shaft, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on his cock.
I repeated the maneuver on the other side.
Once, twice, three times.
Slow.
Relaxed.
Erotic.
Using my other hand to cup his balls, my sharpened nails tickled the sensitive skin, making every nerve ending spark to life. His cock jolted in response.
I coated his dick in my saliva and got him ready to fuck my mouth for the first time. His tip glistened in anticipation.
Slowly, I ran my tongue over his head, before swallowing him into my mouth.
Slowly, slowly, slowly I took his entire length deep into my throat.
He groaned as his body tensed from the sensation of my lips around him, his entire dick firmly in my mouth.
Breathing through my nose, I looked up at him, sucking him deeper inch by inch.
He was completely feral, baring his teeth as he stared down at me with pure admiration for my dick sucking skills.
“I’ve missed your filthy mouth," he rasped.
Gently, he pushed my head down onto his enormous cock even further, the head nudging the back of my throat, causing me to gag. "That feels so fucking good."
I loved the praise.
Maybe I had a praise kink, or maybe it was because I was driven to success, no matter what I was doing.
Blowjobs included.
With my jaw warmed up, and my throat loose, I sucked a little faster, blending the sucking with licking, over and over again, but never once removing his cock from my mouth.
What I couldn’t fit in, my hand gripped and slid in perfect synchronization with my lips.
A beautiful, sexy dance of mouth, tongue and hand.
Brax thrusted deeper into my mouth. I met his thrusts as he went a little harder, fisting my hair and guiding himself into my throat.
I gagged, tears streaming down my face from the enormity of him.
It was a true face fucking.
Bobbing up and down, I met every inch with enthusiastic need.
As much as I loved the praise, I also equally loved the feeling of being dominated. I’d yet to explore the roles of dom-sub, but something told me I’d likely excel at being a submissive.
I liked to be used.
I took him deeper, gagging even more as his dick reached the very back of my throat.
Blowjobs are best when lots of saliva was involved, so I allowed the back of my throat to be invaded, drawing out more and more saliva, which made his shaft super wet.
He throbbed in my mouth, the sensation pulsing around my lips. Even after all these years, I still knew his pleasure points and the way he liked it.
I sucked and stroked again and again, the ache between my legs almost unbearable.
Brax’s pulsing dick told me he was getting close.
Any other time, I would have gladly welcomed his climax down the back of my throat, but I needed to fuck this man.
Brax must have had a similar thought, as he quickly withdrew from my mouth, grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me up, leaning me into the back of the lounge with force.
“My turn,” he grunted.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up onto the back of the lounge. Using his knees, he spread my legs wide open, his eyes immediately locking in on my slicked pussy.
Seeing how wet I was, he ran his tongue along his bottom lip and bit it.
My heart was in my mouth as I realized that one stroke of his luscious tongue might be all it took for me to come.
He knelt before me, like I was his queen.
“You’ve got the prettiest pussy,” he said, taking a moment to look at me. I melted on the inside.
He placed his mouth was on me, and fuck me if that didn’t feel like heaven.
Slowly, he lapped at me, tasting me and flicking his tongue over my clit. Each stroke of his tongue caused my breath to hitch.
My chest heaved as I struggled to maintain vision.
His tongue was experienced, his jaw relaxed as he ate me out on the back of the lounge.
I could stay here forever.
“You taste so good,” Brax whispered onto my pussy as he dived back in for more.
Was there anything sexier than a man that loved to eat pussy?
I ran my fingers through his black hair, pulling him in closer to my pelvis, as my breathing labored even more, letting him know I loved it.
“Brax, if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to die,” I panted.
He pulled back, his mouth slick with my arousal, and smiled.
Standing up, he rested his hard cock on my soaking wet pussy. He leaned towards me and kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste myself.
I withered underneath the feel of his hard dick.
He pushed my legs open even wider and basing himself, rubbed his cock over my clit.
Once.
Twice.
Three times and ohmygod.
He looked down at the teasing he was putting me through. “Fuck, look at you.”
I rolled my pussy against his cock in response. “Do you remember what it feels like to fuck me?”
He grinned in response and continued to slide his cock up and down my clit, spreading my slickness all over me.
"You ready?" he asked.
The feeling of his thick cock entering me made me lose my fucking mind in pure pleasure.
Gently, he pushed his cock inside me, stretching me open. He rested the head inside of me, before pushing it in, inch by inch.
He began to fuck me slow, but hard and with intention. Each thrust was a deep and powerful admission of his attraction.
“Fuck…”
He pumped faster, filling me, his face so handsome as he watched his cock being swallowed by my pussy.
Brax grabbed me by the back of my neck and angled my body so one of my legs was bent up beside me on the back of the lounge, thrusting into me deeper and deeper.
He was a fucking god.
So big, so powerful, so in control.
“You’re so tight,” he panted, as he thrusted into me. I cried out in pleasure. “You like being told that don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, as he drove back up into me. Impaling me, he lifted me up off the lounge and carried me over to the desk chair, where it was my turn to take control.
Still inside of me, he sat down in the chair, his gaze locked on my tits. He grabbed my breasts firmly, each one feeling heavy in his touch. “I’ve been dreaming about these tits.”
Gently, I rocked back and forth, squeezing my pussy on his cock as he sucked and flicked his tongue on my nipples.
I began to move my body, sliding up and down, riding him slowly.
Brax’s eyes were glazed over, like he was having an out of body experience. His hands shifted, one to grip my ass while the other continued to squeeze my breast.
I worked his cock like a professional.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Our bodies were fused together as I rotated my hips so my clit rubbed on his pelvis.
“You’re such a fucking bad girl," he mumbled. His dirty talk had always sent me to the edge of oblivion. "I want you to come on my cock."
He moved one of his hands forward and using his thumb, rubbed my clit while I fucked him with a steady rhythm.
My long hair draped over my breasts, and I knew I looked fucking incredible.
I felt incredible.
I hadn’t had sex like this in a long, long time.
“Look at me baby,” he commanded.
I’d been edging the entire time and the combination of his thick and hard cock inside me with his thumb circling my clit had me hurtling towards the edge of the universe.
My breath shortened, and my core shook as my pussy pulsated. Lightning struck my veins and reverberated throughout my entire being before my bones shattered.
Grabbing his face in my hands, I melted into his mouth, my kiss letting him know that I was coming all over his dick.
I had never felt more alive.
I broke away from his mouth, and attempted to catch my breath, resting my forehead against his.
Brax tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Beautiful,” he said so softly, lightly kissing my lips, as he rode the aftershock of my high with me.
For a few moments, I sat on him, the enormity of what had happened sinking in.
“You okay?” Brax asked me.
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“Then go and bend over for me.”
Doing as he asked, I slid up off him and took the two steps required to bend my body over the back of the lounge.
He slapped my ass firmly, causing a yelp to escape my lips.
“I’m not going to hold back,” he warned, edging the tip of his cock into me from behind as I arched my back.
Moaning, he thrust up into me, drawing a filthy sound from my lips, as our bodies slapped together.
Grabbing my hips, he pumped into me hard and fast.
Like an animal unleashed.
He fisted my hair and pulled me upwards, my back flush with his chest. He fucked me with such force, my body completely yielded to him. It was animalistic and primal.
"You still like to be fucked rough, don't you?" he hissed into my ear, before nuzzling his face into the nape of my neck and thrusting into me again and again.
"Yes," I managed to cry out breathlessly.
I felt his breath hitch as he brought himself close to his own oblivion. Squeezing my pussy to make it even more pleasurable for him, he pulled out and fisted his cock.
With a husky groan, he released all over my ass.
Holy fuck.
Well, that was worth the wait.