23. Andy #2
His cock presses against the fabric of his boxers creating an enticing tent that I want to trace with my mouth.
Before I get swept up in him and dragged along for the ride, I drop to my knees in front of him and grab his boxers.
“Oh, fuck. Mischief …”
“You had your turn, Jedd. Now it’s mine,” I say with a saucy grin as I peel the elastic band down his thighs.
His velvety tip brushes my cheek as I push his boxers down to his ankles.
And I finally get my first good up-close look at Jedidiah Calhoun’s dick.
Thick and slightly curved, it rises from a smattering of hair at his groin.
Jedd’s hands are in my hair now, the minor tug at the roots anchoring me in place as I lean forward and swipe my tongue across his slit. Tracing his crown with my lips, I dance my tongue along the underside of him.
His thighs tense, and he lets out a muffled curse. My gaze finds his as tension radiates off him. Having this man strung tight because of me, wanting whatever I give him, makes me shiver.
His shoulders are stiff, and the muscle in his jaw pulses in a rhythmic clench and release.
He’s holding himself on a tight leash, giving me this.
The ability to discover him in the same slow and thorough way he learned what I liked.
The way he learned how to ensure I get the same amount of pleasure that he does when we’re together.
My fingers dance down his cock, the skin soft and hard under my fingers as I suck at him.
“Andy.” He groans, his head falling back even as his hands tighten in my hair. The little sting along my scalp sends the ache between my legs blazing and I go damp with wanting him. Wanting to taste him. To devour him. To hear what he sounds like when he’s heavy on my tongue.
With a brief lick to the tip of him, I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the blunt ridge at the head.
Hollowing my cheeks, I suck, dragging him farther into my mouth, reeling at the spicy masculine taste of him. He bumps the back of my throat, and I work on relaxing my jaw and throat to take him deeper.
“Holy fuck.” He grunts, his hips shooting forward uncontrolled.
I look up, locking eyes with him. Hazel eyes heavy-lidded, lips thin, he looks unhinged, the desire for me, for this, blazing in his eyes as I take him down my throat again. Pressure builds in my core, arousal making me slick.
Let’s see who breaks under the pressure first.
I pull back, letting his length tease my lips. “You taste like you’re mine.”
However long it took us, whatever roundabout trail we traversed, I think that Jedd and I were going to end up here regardless. His taste on my lips makes me believe that we were going to get here. To being here, like this, with each other.
Whether we stay here is another unanswered question, but I banish the thought, focusing only on making him feel as good as he’s made me feel.
I fist his dick, shuttling my hand up and down his length in motion with my mouth, and Jedd curses savagely above me.
“You look so fucking beautiful with your mouth stretched around me. Like my personal fantasy come to life.”
His words set me on fire. I reach down and press hard against the thumping pulse in my clit.
“Take me deep, Mischief.”
I let him rest at the back of my throat and swallow against him. A breath hisses through his clenched teeth.
“Yes. Like that, exactly fucking like that.”
I move faster, sucking harder at him, my thighs starting to shake. I want him to fill this ache inside me.
There’s a flash of pain at the roots of my hair when he physically pulls my mouth off him.
“Not finishing in your mouth.” He tugs me to my feet and drops a carnal open mouth kiss against my lips. “Want inside you, wife.” He turns me, my back to his chest, and walks me to the edge of the couch. A light press of his hands between my shoulder blades has me leaning over the arm of the sofa.
“I wasn’t done,” I sass while I get comfortable.
“Fuck. Godfuckingdammit, Andy. You gotta stop saying shit like that, or I’ll come all over you.” He punctuates the statement with a slap to my ass.
“Promises, promises.”
He runs his hand from my left ass cheek up my back before planting a hand on my shoulder blade like he’s going to hold me in place for whatever he does next.
I shudder at the thought.
“Jedd. Please,” I whimper against the cushion.
I hear the rip of foil and the sound of him rolling a condom down his dick a split second before he pulls the crotch of my panties to the side and thrusts into me.
His thighs slap against my ass, and my back bows at the sudden pressure. Jedd’s hand on my shoulder keeps me down as he circles his hips, giving us both a little bit of friction while I adjust to his size.
“You are so fucking tight around me, Mischief. Your pussy is choking my cock.” The last statement ends on a groan as he pulls back and starts to fuck me.
The slap of his hips and the stretch of my inner walls makes my system go haywire.
Sensations overwhelm me, and I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
“Lift.” He snarls with a light slap to my ass. I press back against him, raising my hips, and then his fingers are trailing where his dick is buried inside me, gathering my arousal and swiping it against my clit.
Oh, fuck yes.
He presses and then circles the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves, and I cry out as my inner muscles ripple on him.
“Whoa, it’s okay baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he says, each statement accompanying a heavy thrust, the smack of his groin against me loud in the living room.
“Jedd. Fuck. Jedd,” I keen as I climb higher and higher, the precipice of my orgasm right—fucking—there, just waiting for me to fall off.
“Wait for me. Please, Andy. Wait for me. I want to feel you. Together.” His hand leaves my shoulder and wraps around my throat.
That bit of pressure has my hips shooting back, involuntarily chasing his. Loving being under his control, at his mercy for my pleasure.
He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me firmly, lightly tugging me until my back arches farther.
“Now. Baby. Now.” His thrusts sharpen, harden, as he pinches my clit, the pressure decadently sinful.
I shatter. Tremors shoot through my thighs as I crash over the cliff of pleasure.
The unmistakable throb of him inside me is its own reward as he finds his release with me.