16. Amber #2
“Not fucked up,” I moaned, gripping his perfectly styled hair. He was too clean-cut and I wanted him messy…like me. He traced the outside of my panties, right over my clit, and gave a throaty laugh when I jumped at how good it felt.
“Feeling okay?” He stood a little to lean over my naked torso, his eyebrows drawn together. “No regrets?”
“No.” The back of my throat got tight at the concern in his voice. It was too personal, too kind and the errant what if this goes badly thoughts started to intrude so I reached out to his hand and moved it between my legs. “Touch me.”
His eyes lit up and he sprung to action. He went back on his knees, caressing my chest, nipples and thighs before sliding my panties off and inserting one finger into me. “Christ, you’re ready for me.”
“Yes.” I squirmed on his bed at the continuous in and outward motion of his finger. He added a second and flicked his tongue against my swollen clit. “Oh my god.”
He combined the two actions, changing between sucking and swirling his tongue on me, humming as he pressed down hard with his mouth.
He curled his fingers and increased his pace, the familiar tightening of my muscles starting as a slow burn formed in my core.
I was so close, seconds away from the release I desperately needed.
The only sounds were my whimpered cries and the wetness of his tongue lashing against me before my orgasm hit me full force, the pleasure spreading through each limb, causing his name to escape my lips in a moan. “ Jeff , yes!”
“Fuck,” he grunted, pressing down on my stomach as I bucked against his face. He let me ride it out before pressing one more kiss on my swollen lips. “That was…hot.”
I kept my eyes closed when I tried to catch my breath, but Jeff didn’t let me rest long. He reached up toward my breasts again, caressing them while slowly tracing my inner thighs with his tongue. Thank god he has such long arms. “A-again?”
“Amber. Your body is begging for another release.”
I glanced down to find his gray eyes dilated and entranced with my bare pussy. “I’ve only ever had two back-to-back orgasms, but it took a lot of work.”
“Interesting.” He dragged his tongue past my entrance, up over my clit, over my soft chubby middle and to my chest. Then he moved me so my head rested on his pillow and he quickly removed his shirt. Good god, his chest is perfection. “Should we make a bet?”
“A bet?” I mumbled almost incoherently. He moved his hands up and down my legs, massaging and tickling my skin as though he had all the time in the world.
“Yes, a bet.” He leaned forward so our lips were inches apart and I could smell my own sex on his breath—not something that should be sexy but damn, it was. “If I can get you to orgasm again, then you can wear real stockings and keep them on when I fuck you next time.”
The crassness of his words, the desire in his voice and the mention of next time caused an unrecognizable urge through my blood. I wanted to do that and more with Jeff. “Deal.”
“Good girl.” He put one foot on the ground to balance himself and removed his jeans and boxers before leaning over to open the drawer of his nightstand.
The muscles in his ass clenched and I was mesmerized by the hard-earned ripples across his back.
Jeff wasn’t a meathead who was born huge.
All his angles were built from hours of work and I had a wave of appreciation for those gym days.
He turned around with a condom on his hand and I got my first glimpse of Jeff Maddow in all his naked glory.
“My god…” I trailed off as my mouth became dry.
He was better than any image my mind could’ve conjured and I wanted to taste him head to toe.
His cock pressed against his abs and the thought of orgasming a second time didn’t seem so far-fetched.
I licked my lips, entranced with the way he slid the condom over his dick.
“Not today, Amber. Someday, I want your lips around my cock, but I want to bury myself inside you.” He kneeled on the bed and ran a hand down the length of my body. “Flip over.”
Unsure, I pushed up onto my arms to move, but he gripped my waist and flipped me with an impatient grunt. “You have an incredible ass and I’m a selfish man. Can I take you from behind, Amber? Would you like that?”
“Y-yes,” I stuttered, hyperaware of every touch. He lifted my hips so I was on all fours and he gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing them and spreading them apart. “What are you?—”
“I’m an ass man and yours is making me weak. Fuck,” he cursed, grinding his cock into the space between them. Then he moved to the right angle and slid into me, patiently letting me stretch for him. “Amber, Jesus .”
My breath came out hitched and whiney when he slowly moved in and out, gripping my ass to the point of pain, and I arched my back, giving him deeper access.
He moaned and slammed into me. Our bodies hitting each other was the sexiest sound and I pressed my face into his pillow to prevent any loud screams. It smelled so much like his clean scent it sent a wave of arousal to me and a faint tingling sensation formed in between my thighs.
“You feel incredible, god.” He leaned forward so his sweaty chest leaned against my back. He reached around and found my clit. “I need you to scream my name when you come a second time. Can you do that?”
“Mm-hm.” A ringing began in my ears with each thrust and when he started swirling his thumb, I swore I was going to burst. “Oh, I’m close.”
“Thatta girl. Grind against my hand with my cock deep inside you. I want to feel you tremble as I fuck you.”
His words did it. The orgasm burst at the base of my body, almost like an electric shock, as pleasure surged through me. I cried his name, losing all dignity and rationale when he pumped into me harder. “Yes, Jeff!”
Waves of pleasure spread from my core, through my veins, and into my mind where all thoughts blurred together. But he didn’t stop—he tightened his grip on me and his entire body tensed before he groaned, thrusting a final time. “ Christ, Amber.”
He slid out of me and ran a hand down my back. “I’m going to clean up real quick. You okay?”
“I can’t move,” I said, my face still buried in his pillow.
He chuckled and patted my ass twice before his footsteps carried toward the bathroom.
That left me alone for a minute and all the typical reasons for why I should freak out didn’t arrive.
If anything…I felt alive. Satisfied and alive and nothing was going to ruin that.