Chapter 15 #2
He let his hand slowly slide down my throat and drift between my breasts, parting my robe in the process. His fingers skated over my belly, unraveling the belt on the descent. He continued over my soft flesh until he reached his destination between my thighs.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Is this for me?”
I nodded as his fingers played in my wetness. “Yes.”
He closed his eyes for a second as if he were letting my answer wash over him. “Is your pussy always this wet?”
“When I think about you,” I admitted.
Groaning, he crashed his lips into mine.
There was a passionate, almost-frenetic energy in the long-overdue kiss. Things heated up quickly. We had our hands all over each other, and when his tongue met mine, I felt it everywhere. I was so consumed that I didn’t even realize his towel and my robe had pooled at our feet.
My hands moved down his firm chest and the soft thickness of his midsection. The moment I dipped below his belly button, the kiss became more passionate. I wrapped my fingers around his dick and lightly ran my hand from the base to the tip.
Gripping my hips in response, he groaned, pulling out of the kiss. “Jazz…”
“Yes?”
He pressed his lips against mine. “I want you to ride my face until you come for me.” He palmed my ass. “And then I’m going to put all this dick”—shifting forward and pressing himself against my belly—“deep in your pussy, and I want you to come for me all over again.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He kissed me hard while he lifted me by my ass and carried me to the bed a few feet away. He released me, making sure I felt every inch of him as he slid me down his body. When my feet touched the floor, he sat on my bed and pulled me between his open legs.
Lamar looked up at me, licking his lips as he scanned my naked body. “This is sexy,” he murmured, staring at my newest piercing. “Is this new?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. My face flushed as he examined it, his eyes taking in my midsection.
“I love the way it looks on you.” With his hands on my hips, he leaned up to kiss above the belly jewelry.
“I love the way you look.” He kissed to the right of it.
“I love the way you feel”—he kissed to the left of it—“and the way you taste.” Moving his hands to my ass, he kissed me from one hip to the other. “I want every inch of you.”
“You can have anything you want,” I told him, my voice barely audible.
“Sit on my face,” he whispered against my skin.
His heated gaze was trained on me as he lay back. I bit my lip while I climbed onto the bed and straddled his head. The moment I got comfortable, he wrapped his arms around my thick thighs and went to work.
Lamar Anderson was not playing with me.
His skillful tongue knew exactly what to do, and my body reacted in kind.
His beard tickled my ass as he ran his tongue the entire length of me.
I’d been fantasizing about him eating me since the first time his tongue touched me, so I wanted to savor the feeling.
But that time had been an appetizer, and this was the main course.
I wanted to relish being devoured. But I was close to the edge, and he kept flicking and sucking my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
I didn’t last two minutes.
Writhing above him, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I came hard.
“Oh my God.” I panted as I rolled off him.
I landed on my back in the middle of the bed. With my eyes closed, I put my hand to my chest.
“You look as good as you taste,” he whispered into my neck.
His lips skated down my jaw, and when he kissed me, it was with reckless abandon. Our mouths moved as if we couldn’t get enough of each other.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned into my mouth as I rolled on top of him. With his back pinned against the bed, he gave me a heated gaze.
I reached down for his nine thick inches, wrapping my fingers around his girth. I trembled as I moved over the curve, remembering how it felt inside me. “Good.”
Egged on by the sounds he made as I stroked him, I looked into his eyes and licked the length of him.
“Jazz…” he uttered, desire dripping from the way he said my name.
The way his face twitched made me do it one more time before resting it against my lips. He inhaled sharply. I knew he was bracing himself for what was about to happen.
“Is this for me?” I asked, overenunciating so my lips purposely brushed against the sensitive tip.
“Hell yeah—”
Stopping his sentence in its tracks, I engulfed the head of his dick in my mouth and swirled my tongue around.
“Oh shit!” Lamar gasped, putting his hand on the back of my head.
I sucked hard and sloppily as I worked my way down his shaft, taking as much of him as I could to the back of my throat. He growled so loudly that I was certain my neighbors heard.
“Goddamn, Jazz…” He closed his eyes as if it were too much for him, and that just turned me on more.
I pulled off him and pumped him with my fist. When he opened his eyes, I smirked before slipping him between my lips again. Moving my mouth up and down on him, I gagged slightly every time he hit the back of my throat. I gently played with his balls, teasing him to heighten his pleasure.
He growled, gripping my locs at the root.
I could sense that he was being rushed to his orgasm when he started to rock his hips and force my head to meet him.
“Fuck! That mouth,” he groaned sexily, pulling me off him. “You’re trying to make me come.”
Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
He licked his lips and then rolled us over so that he was on top of me. “I’m not coming in your mouth yet.” He kissed me and then kissed his way down to my breasts. He sucked one nipple and then the other before he uttered, “Not when I’ve been thinking about coming in your pussy all summer.”
Oh shit.
It was the perfect storm of what he’d said, how he’d said it, and the way he stared into my eyes that caused me to clench.
I was momentarily pinned under him as he got situated, and I loved the way it felt.
I couldn’t move, and the thought of him restraining me gave me butterflies.
I kept thinking about how he’d said he wanted to tie me up, and I almost came at the thought of it.
He kissed up my sternum. “You wrapped those soft, sexy lips around—”
Our mouths collided as we devoured each other. He caged me with his arms, and the kiss deepened. He was between my legs, and without thinking, I wrapped them around his waist. I felt him hot and hard, pressing against me. Still covered in my saliva, his dick slid across my slit enticingly.
I moaned.
I let my lashes flutter open as I broke the kiss. Staring up at him, my heart thumped against my chest. The way his eyes glinted with unbridled lust did something to me.
“I want you so bad,” I admitted breathily.
“Where do you want me?”
“I want you inside me,” I told him as I slid my hands up his muscular arms. “I need you inside me.”
He made a noise before his lips met mine. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before kissing me deeply. It sent chills from my head to my toes and ignited the fire between my thighs. The pull deep in my belly caused me to clench tightly and throb with anticipation.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him as close as possible and caressed my tongue against his. When he pulled away, he searched my eyes.
“I want to feel that tight little pussy of yours gripping me,” he growled, grinding against me. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”
“Yes, please,” I moaned, rubbing myself along his shaft. “Please…”
He closed his eyes tightly.
I touched his face before bringing his lips to mine. “Please … please make me come on your dick,” I begged between pecks.
“Jazzy…” My name was barely a whisper as our mouths moved over each other. His breathing was as erratic as my heartbeats. We were barely holding on to our self-control.
He moved so the head of his dick could experience my wetness, and then he paused. Feeling his restraint only added to the sexiness of the moment.
“I should get a condom from my bag,” he uttered thickly.
I held his gaze. Twenty seconds of lust-filled silence passed between us.
“You should get a condom,” I murmured as I rolled my hips, forcing his dick to part my lips fractionally.
“Yes.” His voice broke sexily as he moved his body forward. “Being responsible…” He pushed himself off me and went to his bag.
I watched his athletic body move across the room, and I licked my lips watching him roll the condom over his big dick.
Instead of meeting me in the middle of the bed, he grabbed my legs and pulled me where he wanted me. I’d never been manhandled like that before, and I let out a little giggle of surprise.
“You okay?” he asked, spreading my legs and climbing between them.
“Yes,” I breathed, tweaking my nipples.
He used his dick to spread my wetness over my clit, causing me to moan. “Good.”
I quivered.
I ran my hands all over my breasts and belly before reaching between my legs and grabbing his dick. Using it to play with my clit, I got myself worked up. The sound of my wetness punctuated the air. The way his eyes pinned me as he watched me use his dick to play with myself forced me to moan.
“Fuck,” he grunted, grabbing my hips. Tilting me so my ass was slightly off the bed, he flexed his fingers against my skin as he lined his dick up.
My breathing was heavy, anticipating what was to come. “Please.”
He slowly parted my lips as he pressed his head into me. We moaned in unison.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he held himself in place.
“Please fill me up,” I begged. “Please, please let me feel y—”
My sentence dissolved the moment he sank into me.
He let out a rumbling noise in the back of his throat.
Inch by inch he stretched me out deliciously. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I moaned loudly. The yearning deep in my core spread through my entire body as he worked his way into me. Once he was buried inside, he paused, adjusting to the tight fit.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He put his hand around my neck and then leaned down so his mouth was against my ear. “But you take me so fucking good.”
Chills ran down my spine.
“Lamar,” I whimpered.
“Fuck,” he swore, before slowly pulling out of me. He bit down on my earlobe before he thrust forward.
I gasped, clenching around him.
A groan from the depths of him rumbled through his body and tingled mine. The sexiness of that sound and knowing I’d caused him to make it made my heart flutter. I ran my nails down his back and then pulled him closer, wanting all of him.
I moaned.
“I love the way you sound,” he whispered.
He sat up, letting his hand slip from my neck, over my breasts, and down my belly. He spread my thighs wider and watched himself move in and out of me. Hearing him, seeing him, feeling him heightened the experience.
“This pretty pussy looks so fucking good,” he murmured. “You taking that shit, Jazzy.”
Incoherent words rolled off my tongue as he started strumming my clit with his thumb.
“That’s it, Jazzy,” he groaned. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
With each stroke, I got louder and more responsive. I didn’t recognize my own voice. And the louder I got, the rougher he became. The more my body responded, the louder he became. The sound of my wetness invited him in deeper.
“Oh fuck,” he panted as he drove himself into me.
My lashes fluttered closed. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
“Look at me. Open your eyes, Jazzy. Let me see you.”
My eyes opened, and as soon as they locked with his, my orgasm snuck up on me. I gasped as I clamped down around his dick.
He grunted, fucking me through it. He held my legs open and never broke his rhythm. He fell forward, and his mouth covered mine. The new position of his body caused his dick to hit a spot that had never been hit before.
“Oh my God,” I cried out as another impending implosion built.
Grunts and moans poured out of us as he began succumbing to his own pleasure.
Feeling him lose control, watching the way his face contorted, and being so stretched and full of dick pushed me over the edge.
A silent scream left my mouth as my legs locked and my back arched violently.
For the third—and most powerful—time, I came hard, trembling and free-falling into pleasure.
I had no control of my pulsating body as he bucked against me. Cursing under his breath, he stiffened and shuddered. His mouth found mine, and we shared heady, passionate, out-of-breath kisses.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and both of us panted, completely exhausted. Pulling out of the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. I reached up and gently scratched his beard.
“I’m really feeling you,” I whispered, staring into his eyes.
He brushed his lips against mine. “I’m really feeling you, too.”