Fifteen
FIFTEEN
A devilish smirk dances across his handsome face and I lock my lips to his. The cool breeze from the gulf brushes my hair against my cheek and Hendrix smooths it back and cups the back of my head. He holds me to him tightly and dives into our kiss. He draws out a moan and I find myself scooting closer to him until my legs wrap around his and he’s leaning me back on the seat.
My hips roll and through the thick denim of his jeans, Hendrix’s dick hardens and pushes up against my thin leggings. Our jackets are still on and we work to free ourselves from the constricting leather that holds us back from letting our hands explore.
When our jackets sit on the asphalt, Hendrix’s hands dig into my ass and he massages each globe, his fingers pinching my flesh. He must tire of the fabric separating us because he slides his hands down the back of my pants, working to feel my skin against his.
“Is this the more you were wanting, little mouse?” he mumbles, our lips still pressed together.
“No. More, Hendrix. I want even more.”
He groans and rips his mouth from mine. “Fuck, Dagen. We are at least fifteen minutes away from my house.”
“Then you better drive fast, Mr. Big Bad Wolf.”
With a crooked grin he asks, “Big Bad Wolf?”
I nod and explain. “Yes, because I have a feeling you’re going to eat me alive.”
“Oh little mouse. You have no idea.”
He grips on to my waist and adjusts me on the seat. His legs are thrown over the side of his bike and he grabs at the clothing we just discarded.
“Hurry. Put these on.” He holds the jacket open for me and I slide my arms in.
He hurriedly zips me up before placing the helmet on my head and securing it, then rushes to slip into his jacket and gloves and helmet.
“Hang on,” he growls and I wrap my hands around him.
He fires up his bike and the loud turr of the engine breaks over the sound of the crashing waves. A hand reaches back and splays over my ass, pulling me closer to him until I’m practically glued to his back.
“Just like I thought. Perfect backpack,” his gruff voice says through the bluetooth speaker.
My head jerks as he tears off and I count down the miles until we get to his house.
The garage door opens at the slowest pace and Hendrix revs the motor anxiously. Once there’s enough room, he whips us inside and comes to a screeching halt.
Our helmets meet the concrete floor with a crash and I gasp.
“You’re going to scratch them.”
“I can buy a thousand goddamn helmets, but I’ll only be able fuck you for the first time, once.”
We jump off his bike and he grabs my hand, pulling me through the garage and across the breezeway into the house. He doesn’t stop, dragging me through the living room and down a hallway that leads to what I assume is his bedroom.
The door flies open and I see the outline of furniture under the dim moonlight that filters in from the windows. He doesn’t bother with the lights nor closing the door. I guess since we’re the only ones here, why worry about things like privacy.
I’m dazed when he lifts me up over his shoulder and yanks my shoes off.
I screech and remind him, “I can do that. I’m not a child.”
“You can’t do it fast enough, and I need you now.” My shoes are thrown across the room and he works my leggings over my ass.
A sharp pain has me yelping when he digs his teeth into it. Now I’m worried that his more may be too much.
He sets me on my feet, pushes my back against the windows, and drops to his knees to rip off my leggings and panties. A maniacal laugh rumbles from his chest and I grow embarrassed, thinking something is wrong. I don’t have time to ponder on it though, because he clamps his mouth to my soaked pussy and begins drinking me down.
My head hits the glass with a thud and I squeeze my eyes shut. The feel of his tongue licking and his mouth gorging is blissful. The tingle that starts at my toes radiates up to my breasts as my nipples harden.
I grip the hem of my t-shirt and whisk it rapidly over my head. My bra is more of a struggle as I wear a sports bra. It’s the most difficult act I’ve performed on a normal basis. But with Hendrix not easing up, it’s a feat near impossible. But once I’m free, I breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t falter.
He looks up at me and all I see is the bright blue ocean in his eyes staring up at me.
“Are those real?” He pants.
“Are what real?”
“Your tits.” I nod, my brow furrowed as to why he asks. “ Fuck. Juicy lips, a sweet pussy and plump tits? Dagen McCallan, you are every bit my dream girl come to life.”
I swoon at his words and feel the way they cause my belly to flutter. It could also be the way he feasts on me like a man who’s never tasted food.
He throws my leg over his shoulder and I feel his fingers prod at my entrance. He slides them between my wet lips, spreading me wide and teasing when he pushes them in the slightest bit. I whine when he pulls them back and the vibration from his sinister laugh pushes me towards a path that will lead to my orgasm.
He repeats the tease a few more times before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. I hiss when he stretches me and it makes him lick with more voracity. The pounding of my heart echoes in my ears, muffling the wanton moans that spill from my mouth.
I rise up on my tiptoes with my orgasm sitting just out of reach. With his mouth still consuming me, and his fingers delving deeper, Hendrix glides his free hand over my stomach and reaches out for my breast. He palms one tight in his hand and massages it, rolling his thumb over my sensitive nipple.
Harder, faster, rougher he continues until I finally grasp euphoria. I don’t know if Hendrix stops his efforts because the only thing I feel is the sensation of floating through air. Like my body is being thrown into space, I’m weightless. The breath in my lungs refuses to leave, giving me a high like no other. My ascent stops and like a roller coaster plummeting from great heights, I fall with a whoosh.
My fingers dig into Hendrix’s short hair, my legs feeling like Jell-O and my body limp. He catches me when I can no longer hold myself up and I wrap around him like a leaf clinging to its tree in a storm.
He kisses me, invading my mouth, and I taste the saltiness on his tongue. My body presses against the glass with one of his arms still holding me up, while the other busies itself with undoing his pants. I hear the zipper descend and feel it when he pushes them over his trim hips.
Breaking our kiss, he brings his fingers to my mouth and says, “Suck. Get them nice and wet.” I open my mouth wide and suction my lips around them. “Good girl.”
He plunges them in and out as if it’s his dick fucking my mouth, and that itch to come again begins to buzz.
With a pop, he removes his fingers and reaches down to stroke his cock. I gulp and slowly my eyes fall to see his hand wrap around his thick shaft.
“Oh Jesus help me,” I whisper.
The two guys I’ve slept with hardly compare to Hendrix and I grow uneasy thinking about the pain that will follow when he’s inside of me.
“What’s wrong, little mouse?” I contain the truth from slipping out and shake my head. “Tell me Dagen.”
Gulping down my nerves, I answer, “You’re…bigger than the other guys I’ve been with and I’m just a little scared it will hurt.”
“I’ll make it hurt so good. You’ll be begging for more.” He grips my jaw with his hand and kisses me. “I promise.”
Nodding, I stare into his eyes and he mine. Languidly, he breeches my opening and nudges at it. Still gripping the base, he runs the engorged head up and down my seam. I brace for impact, then remember something quite important.
“Condom,” I pant.
“Shit,” he groans in response. “Do you really need me to wear one?”
I don’t leave any room for persuasion and tell him, “Put one on or let me go back to the room where I can finish this by myself.”
He hefts me up, one arm anchoring me to him by my waist and the other positioned under my ass like I’m sitting on a strong branch.
“Not a fucking chance.” He shuffles us away from the windows, his pants and underwear around his ankles constricting his movements.
We reach his long dresser and he sits me right on top, then begins rifling through a drawer. He curses under his breath, pushing various items out of the way.
“Are you telling me you don’t have one?” I ask.
“I do. I just can’t remember where I put–got it.” He slams the drawer and it shakes the wood dresser.
Without hesitation, he rips the wrapper open and slides the condom down his length in record time. He takes a moment to tear off his clothes and I melt into a puddle. This man is perfection carved by a genius creator. Tattoos swirl down his torso and arms, and a few that wash over his strong thighs.
I’m spun around and flung on his bed, bouncing when I land on the soft mattress. Like a predator who knows he’s caught his prey, the look of hunger is in his eyes. My legs are spread wider by his large hands and he lines himself up with my opening. I inhale a deep breath and when he finally sinks into me, a cry pours out.
I feel him so deep as he begins to move, rolling his hips and awakening my body. He draws back slowly then slides back in. Over and over he repeats this sweet torture, almost reaching the spot yet still so far away.
Hendrix drops his mouth and takes my breast, his tongue working me over, flicking my nipple then biting it. I’m wound up like a live wire and I need just a little bit more to release.
The deliberate movements turn desperate and he moves faster. Pressing down on my lower abdomen with his hand, he grunts, “Fuck. You feel so good. Like your pussy was made for me.”
He thrusts harder and I tether myself to him to keep from flying right off the bed. I lift my hips and it’s like dousing a fireball with kerosene. I go up in flames, my body burning when another orgasm rocks me. I think I hear a piercing wail, but my mind is so foggy I couldn’t say if I make the sound or if it’s simply rolling around on my tongue.
My eyes snap open when a hand lightly wraps around my throat. I witness Hendrix’s blue eyes turn black and feel his cock swell. He pulls out of me so fast it stings and I see him rip off the condom and throw it to the floor.
“Give me your hand,” he demands and I lift one, weakly.
He takes it and with his, helps me wrap it around his steel-like shaft and moves it back and forth. I watch completely enraptured as he comes, spilling the milky white liquid all over my belly. Spurt after spurt turns into long ropes that seem endless. His head is thrown back and his Adam’s apple works up and down in his strong throat. When he’s done, his chest heaves as he looks into my eyes then down to where his hot cum puddles.
With a swipe of his fingers, he lifts it to my mouth and tells me, “Open up and swallow it down, little mouse. This is what a man tastes like.”
Holy shit . His dirty mouth and sexy body are enough to make me beg for more.
He lays his cum on my tongue and the taste already has me signing up for seconds.
And thirds.
And fourths.