Chapter 14 #2
“Don’t you come yet, Colby. Not until I taste you,” he says, sucking my bottom lip in, then kissing my breast and stomach on his way down to my abdomen.
He sits on the sofa, forcing me to release his cock.
He pulls me close before hooking his thumbs in the sides of my panties to slip them down my legs.
My hands drop to his hair when my underwear pools at my feet, and I step out of them as I stare at the top of his head.
His eyes are trained on the slight strip of hair that leads to my pussy, and as he licks his lips, I let my own eyes flutter shut in anticipation.
It feels like minutes pass, though I’m sure it’s merely a second or two before his mouth covers my swollen clit. He sucks me in, flicking my sensitive center with his tongue, and my hands dig into his scalp once again.
“It’s even better than I imagined,” he says, swiping his tongue against me again.
“Yeah?” I cry out, my trepidation unraveling with each tease from his mouth.
“Yeah, Colby. You’re so fucking sweet,” he hums, covering me with his mouth again and letting his moan vibrate against me.
His hands move to the insides of my knees, and he nudges my legs further apart before running a palm along the inside of my thigh until his fingers reach my pussy.
He flicks his tongue against me as he sinks a finger in, and I nearly collapse on his lap.
His devious chuckle only drives me wilder as he slides his finger out, then follows up with two.
“You’re so wet, Colby. Please tell me I can fuck you tonight. I have to know,” he begs.
“Yes,” I croak. I drop my mouth to his head, kissing his crown before repeating the word again. “Yes.”
Jayden works me with his hand for a few more seconds before standing and lifting my body with him. I wrap my legs around him, the warmth of his cock pressed between my legs as he walks to the back of the couch, setting my ass on the edge and bracing my back as he grips his cock in his other hand.
His gaze lands on mine, and we’re both lost to lust, high on each other and numb with need.
He’s more handsome than I imagined, his body the work of hours of discipline, his skilled hands knowing exactly how to touch me.
We aren’t kids. We’ve both had lives—college, him a few years in the pros.
I’m not na?ve, nor is he. But I do benefit from it all. I’m benefiting now.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks, stroking his cock less than an inch from plunging into me.
“I’m covered,” I say, assuring him that I want this, and nothing between us.
My words are breathy, as if I’ve been running for hours.
My chin tips up as my lips part, my mouth ready to cry out from the feel of him inside me.
But Jayden is in no rush. He takes his time, stroking himself and smirking as his stare bores into mine.
A few times, he teases me with the tip of his cock, rubbing my clit and sending what feels like a morphine drip rushing down my spine.
Then, finally, he slips inside, pushing in slowly at first, only halfway before pulling back out.
He repeats his thrust, his hips moving forward with ease, sinking his cock in deeper.
My legs part more, making room for him, and his hand moves from my back to my ass, giving him leverage to pull me into him with his next drive.
I hold on to his shoulders as he thrusts harder, and a tiny yelp slips out of my mouth as the first threat of an orgasm swells in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck, Jayden,” I cry, my nails digging into his skin as his hips rock back then forward again.
“I’m going to come so hard inside you, Colby.
Fucking hell, is your pussy heaven,” he says, his rhythm picking up.
His skin slaps against mine, and I let my head fall back as he drives into me.
At one point, his mouth covers my breast, and he sucks my nipple so hard he may tear me wide open.
I wish for it, holding him to me and rocking my hips as best as I can while balanced on the back of the sofa.
My climax can’t be escaped, and despite how badly I want to make this last longer, I have to come. If I don’t give in to the rush building between my legs, I’ll die. I really think I’ll die.
“Fuck me, Jayden. Fuck me,” I scream, wanting the freedom of shouting his name the way I did in my dreams. I cling to him, our skin sticky with sweat.
He reaches around my body and lifts me, grasping my hips while my legs wrap around him. He walks me toward the empty wall, bracing my back against it as he drives into me, and my body completely falls apart.
My pussy clenches around him as he swells inside me, and his breath halts as his mouth sinks into the crook of my neck with his final pumps.
Hot cum drips down the inside of my thigh, even with him still inside me, and I savor being marked by him.
Even when his hands release my hips, and my legs straighten, my feet finding the floor, his cock remains inside of me, soaked with our sex.
He smooths my hair away from my face, kissing my forehead first, then my lips. His eyes close and his head rests against mine, his body caging me. There is nowhere I would rather be. I’m a willing captive.
“Shower with me,” he says, his voice hoarse.
I nod, my hands roaming up the ridges of his abs, flattening against his pecs.
“And stay here. If only for tonight. For a little while. I want you to stay.”
I nod again, and he does the same.
Neither of us moves.
There’s so much more we need to know.