Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Erica
I watch as Brew slides my pants down from my hips, dragging my panties down with it. I’ve never done anything quite like this in broad daylight, much less in the closet of a gun range, but this is what he does to me. He makes me feel like I’m alive for the first time in my life.
Seeing him on his knees before me, his face a picture of concentration as he peels the bottom half of my clothing off, including my shoes.
I try to close my legs, but he isn’t having it. My pants and panties lie on the floor, and Brew shoves his face right between my legs. Oh, my… I lean back on my hands, pushing myself toward him as he inhales.
“So fuckin’ sweet, Mama,” he mutters. His beard tickles my pussy as he swipes his tongue through my folds.
The sound that reverberates from his mouth makes me shudder. I’m already sensitive from my first orgasm, but feeling his tongue on me? It’s like I’ve gone to heaven and back.
“Right there,” I whisper. “Keep doing that.”
Our eyes meet and I’ve never seen anything like it. It’ll stay in my memory bank forever; Brew with his mouth on me on his knees. Oh, brother.
He swirls his tongue over my clit and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
When he flicks it over and over until I’m withering on the bench, I come again, hard and fast. But he isn’t done.
He parts me farther, really eating me out now as he sucks, nips and flicks.
I’m embarrassingly wet, but Brew doesn’t seem to mind.
He laps me up like a man who’s been starving.
When he inserts two fingers inside me and clamps down on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, I swear I see God. I come so hard, I see stars.
“Inside me,” I pant. “I need you inside me, now.”
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then he pushes his two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I do as I’m told, not really sure how I feel about tasting myself on his fingers, but it’s erotic as hell. So is the giant boner in his jeans. I reach for him, stroking him through the material as he groans. “Get it out,” he commands. “Play with it.”
My hands race one another to undo his belt, then his button, finally his fly. I yank his jeans down, and all the while he watches me intensely. I palm his dick over his briefs, and he hisses.
“So fuckin’ hard for you. I want your sweet pussy, Erica.”
I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon as I slide my hand inside, over the tuft of hair below his navel and into his underpants as he closes his eyes. I love the feel of him; silky smooth skin, hard, thick and long. He’s a giant.
“Shit,” I mutter.
His eyes pop open. “Problem?”
I shake my head. “You’re big.”
“Gonna come if you keep talkin’ about my dick like that, and the first time I come is gonna be inside you. I’ll try and be as gentle as I can.”
I yank his briefs down the rest of the way, and his cock jumps out. Holy mother of God.
I stare down at him, my eyes agog.
He grabs my hand, places it on him and starts to stroke himself, showing me how he likes it. Then he relieves himself of his cut, and his t-shirt. My eyes shift from his beautiful dick to his even more beautiful body, his tattoos on display. This man is pure solid muscle.
I feel his body with my other hand, tracing every ridge with my fingers as I stroke him.
“I want to taste you, too,” I whisper.
His jaw ticks. “If you take my cock in your mouth, I can’t promise I won’t paint my cum down your throat.”
“I don’t care,” I say as I slide off the counter and drop to my knees.
He braces himself with one hand on the counter, and the other in my hair.
I lick his large, perfect head, marvelling in just how thick and long he is.
The tip is slick with pre-cum, and when I moan upon tasting it, his grip tightens in my hair.
“Take it,” he mutters. “Take my dick in that sexy, fuckin’ mouth.”
I gently cup his balls, then squeeze them. “Very demanding,” I admonish as he groans. “These feel very heavy.”
“Been savin’ up just for you.”
I take him into my mouth, looking up as he stares down at me. I don’t take my eyes off him as I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him off.
“Fuck yeah,” he mutters. “You look so fuckin’ sexy takin’ me. I can’t wait to paint that pussy. Open your blouse, let me see your tits.”
I briefly remove my hands from his body, undo my blouse and pull my bra down. My inhibitions fast escaping me as he grunts his approval. He loves my body, and it turns me on when he appreciates it.
“Finger yourself,” he says.
I take him back into my mouth, looking up questioningly.
“Finger yourself while you get me off.”
I’ve clearly never done that before in front of a man, either. But being with him makes me all kinds of wild.
I know I must look a sight, but I no longer care.
I want this. So I play with myself, spreading my legs so he can see.
When his hand tightens in my hair, I know he’s close.
I take him all the way until he hits the back of my throat, choking me.
My eyes water and sting, but I love it. I love making my man come undone.
My man? Oh, I’ve really fallen and hit my head hard this time.
When he abruptly pulls me off, I’m panting and gasping for air. He pulls me up, his mouth on mine as he shoves his tongue in my mouth. “That wasn’t a good girl thing to do,” he mutters against my lips. “Was it, Erica?”
“No, but I love how your cock tastes,” I whisper.
His eyes dance with delight. “My little Sparky is a dirty girl?”
I nod. “I’m all kinds of things when I’m around you.”
“Almost had me comin’ in that pretty little mouth.”
“I want you inside me. Please.”
He tilts my head back, cupping my pussy. “This is mine. When you beg me for it, I want to fuckin’ die.”
He slides me back on the counter; lucky for us it’s hip height, then lines himself up.
“Wait,” I murmur. “Condom?”
“You on birth control?”
“Yes, but—” I am for my period, not for birth control since I’m not sexually active.
His tip is inside me before I can blink. “Bare,” he says. “Tell me I can take you like this.”
It’s only the tip, and yet it fills me up. I gasp as he moves his mouth to my breast, squeezing my tits as he flicks my nipple with his mouth.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Dylan, please…”
He pushes in all the way, and I cry out loud. He’s so damn big. Bigger than I could ever imagine. “Look,” he says as I open my eyes. “Look at us.”
I glance down at where we’re joined and I bite down on my bottom lip. He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every single ridge of his perfect dick, then he rams back in. This man isn’t gentle, but somehow it’s exactly what I need.
“When I get you in a bed, I’ll fuck you all night long,” he tells me. “I’ll make you hang on the edge until you’re climaxing so hard from my tongue, you’ll never let me out of your bed. But here, now? This is gonna be hard and fast.”
“Hurry,” I cry. “Oh, that feels s-so good.”
He slides in and out, his hands moving to my hips as he works his dick in and out, in and out. I’m a mess, literally dripping down my own thighs as I shudder. His giant cock fills me to the hilt, making me moan like I’ve never done before. He’s everywhere.
“That’s it, baby, do you feel how much you squeeze my dick? How I’m barely holdin’ on?”
“Dylan, I’m coming,” I moan. “Oh, oh, oh my god…” I cry out so loud, I’m sure the entire vicinity can hear me, if not the rest of New Orleans.
He doesn’t let up, he keeps at it, nudging my clit as he whispers dirty things to me.
I wrap my legs around his waist as my mouth finds his.
I take charge, my tongue finding his as we dance with our mouths, as well as our bodies.
His scent, his dominance, his sexy words…
It’s all too much. I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, and I love getting him all worked up.
He pulls me off the counter, pressing me up against the wall as we fuck.
That’s what it is, fucking. It isn’t making love, and a part of my mind idly wonders if he’s capable of that, not that it matters right now.
Right now I want more of him. We move together in perfect harmony as he rams that big dick in and out.
“So tight,” he mutters, his mouth on my neck as he sucks. “Such a tight little pussy.”
I grip onto him for dear life. Loving how out of control he is and his use of filthy words. It sends shockwaves to my core, but it’s like a train wreck I can’t look away from.
“Dylan,” I moan. “Oh, yes.”
“I’m close.”
“Do it, come inside me.”
“Fuck, baby, I wanna fuck this pussy over and over and never stop.”
I grip his shoulders as he sends me into oblivion. I’ve never come this many times, and this hard. He suddenly stills, his long, hard moan the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, then I feel it… He comes in long, powerful strokes as I cling to him. He pulses inside me for what feels like an eternity.
When he stills completely, we’re both as much of a mess as each other. He’s panting hard, too, and that makes me smile.
“You’re really good at that,” I can’t even get the words out.
“I need more.”
Every single cell inside me wants that, too.
“Tonight,” I whisper against his neck. I kiss the hot, sweaty skin, memorizing his salty taste. Without a beat he says, “Gonna come in your bedroom window?”
I know he’s only half joking, but this isn’t over. “Maybe.”
He pulls back, staring into my eyes. “We fit.”
I swallow. “We do.”
“We fit so fuckin’ good.” He’s still inside me, with no plans to move it seems, as he drinks me in. I’m completely lost for words. “That was… Um, amazing.”
He snickers. “I’m glad you seem a little out of breath, but there’s so many more positions I want you in.”
A flash of us in bed, tangled in the sheets as we worship each other’s bodies, has me humming. “I’d be very happy to try those out.”
He rubs his nose with mine. “Nobody else gets to see this body,” he says. “Nobody except me.”
“I think we’ve established by now I don’t sleep around,” I huff.
“Good. And I’m also keepin’ these panties for my collection.”
My eyes widen. “Brew—”
“Not gonna clean you up either.” He bends to my ear, tugging my lobe as he finally pulls out of me. I feel him dripping down my thighs. “You can wear this for the rest of the day knowin’ where I’ve been.”
I open my mouth, but no sound escapes.
He laughs. “That’s right, Sparky, I tried to warn you.”
I think we went hurtling past complicated.