Chapter 20 #2
I spin us around and pin her against the door. “I missed you too,” I say, running my hand through her hair as my lips move over hers. “Fuck, I missed you.”
She releases me and pulls my shirt that she’s wearing over her head, leaving her completely bare up top.
“Hell,” I mutter as I grip her breast tightly in my palm. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”
“I need you, too.”
So with my girl in my arms, I walk us back to my bedroom, and I lay her on top of my bed, then reach for her sweats and pull them down, revealing a tiny black thong.
I tear it right off her and then strip out of my hoodie and shirt and let them fall to the floor.
Her eyes fall over my chest as her hand goes between her legs, where she starts massaging herself.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she answers.
“Can I fuck you bare?”
Her voice catches in her throat, and she nods. “Y-Yes.”
My spine tingles with anticipation, and I shed my jeans and socks, only to sit on the edge of the bed and lie all the way back, my cock stretching up my stomach.
“Ride me,” I say. “But don’t let me penetrate you. I want to see just how slick that pussy is.” I scoot back toward the headboard as she straddles my legs. I take her tits in my hands as she lowers her pussy over my cock. “Ride those piercings, baby.”
Her eyes turn hungry. She connects her body to mine, and her head falls back in ecstasy as she slowly moves her slick center over my cock.
“Oh my God, Silas, this feels . . . this feels incredible.”
“You feel incredible,” I say as she falls forward.
Bringing her breast into my mouth, I focus on her areola and nipple, swirling around them with my tongue, flicking and then nibbling just enough that she sucks in a sharp breath of air.
With my hand, I do the same thing to her other breast as she continues to rock on me.
“I can come just like this,” she says, her hands falling to my chest, her pelvis lifting just slightly to get a better angle. “Fuck, I’m already close.”
“Then come. Use me, fuck me like this. Make your voice hoarse.”
Her lips roll together, her eyes squeeze shut, and her pace picks up, her thrusts becoming harder, deeper. So aroused, so wet, she doesn’t stop. Her body flushes, her stomach hollows out, and I watch as she tightens only to let loose.
“Fuck!” she yells as her body undulates over mine, over and over again, riding her orgasm out until there is nothing left to take, and then she collapses on top of me.
I roll her over to her back and lower my head between her legs where I press my tongue to her nub, causing her to jerk in response.
I press again, seeing how sensitive she is, and when she widens her legs, I flick my tongue against her clit.
She moans, her back arching, her arm falling over her eyes as her body twists and writhes. “I can’t, I can’t come again.”
“Relax, baby,” I say, and she loosens up. I take that moment to drag my tongue slowly over her slit. Once, twice, three times.
Her breath catches.
Her mouth falls open.
And in seconds, she’s falling apart against my tongue as well, her moans creating such need that when she’s fully sated, I flip her over to her stomach, take a pillow, and shove it under her pelvis to keep her propped up.
I smooth my hand over her tight ass and give it a hard slap, loving the way she moans and the echo of her skin filling the air.
“Your ass is perfect,” I say, sliding my fingers down her crack. “Have you ever been fucked here?”
She shakes her head. “N-No.”
“You will be,” I say, slapping her ass again. “Now that you’re mine . . . your entire body is mine to fuck with. Got it?”
“Yes,” she says as her hands curl into the comforter.
“But I need this pussy.”
I move my thumb over her arousal, swirling it around her entrance, and position my cock where I want it. I’m so goddamn ready for this that I can’t take a breath before I start sliding inside.
“Fuck, this pretty pink hole is so goddamn tight.” I pause, catching my breath. “Babe . . .”
She feels like a virgin. I can barely get myself inside.
“I need you to relax.”
“I am relaxed,” she says. “Just push, Silas. I’m fine, I promise.”
Gritting my teeth, I push in harder and slide in a few inches. “Mother . . . fucker,” I grind out, my cock ready to explode from how tight and warm she is.
“More,” she says, bucking her hips against me.
I can’t deny her what she wants, so I push deeper into her until I bottom out, fully inside.
“Jesus, are you okay?” I ask, feeling lightheaded, fucking dizzy from the grip she has on me.
“I’m so perfect,” she answers and starts moving her hips.
“Babe, don’t move. Please . . . fuck.” She moves her pelvis, and I match the thrust because I’m so desperate for the warmth, for the friction. “I won’t last.”
Nope.
I’m going to come in less than thirty seconds.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I grip her hips and start pumping. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I can’t control myself. I can’t stop. I pump harder and harder, thrusting so fast that I start to black out. The grip her pussy has on my cock is so intense that I can’t fucking see straight.
I lose all sense of everything around me. All I seek is my pleasure. This release I need.
I thrust.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
I’m pounding so hard, and our skin slaps together so loud, I swear to God my neighbors can hear us.
“I’m there, oh shit, I’m right there,” I groan.
Blackness crowds my vision, a rocket of pleasure shoots right up my spine and explodes straight out of my cock.
“Uhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck.” I still, holding her hips.
I come inside her, just as her pussy spasms around me, and she comes for the third time, making my orgasm last longer. I can’t fucking breathe.
I fall off to the side and feel my chest heave as I try to catch my breath. Slowly, my vision comes back just in time to see Ollie lying on top of me. My hands go around her, and I pull her in tight.
“Never in my life have I ever come that hard,” I say.
“Me . . . neither. Or that much.” She kisses my chin and then my cheek, my nose, and then my mouth. I part my lips and allow her to make out with me for a few seconds before she releases me and rests her head on my chest. “Silas?”
“Hmm?” I ask, stroking her back.
“I think you just ruined me for all men.”
“Good.” And then I add, “See what happens when you fuck a real man?”
She chuckles. “I can admit when I’ve been proven wrong. Dating an older man is so much better.”
“Damn right, babe.”
* * *
“Are you really cooking me breakfast, or am I imagining this?” Ollie asks, coming up behind me and kissing my bare back while her hands rest on my hips.
“I hope you like omelets.”
“Love them,” she says as I turn off the stovetop and turn to face her.
She’s wearing one of my shirts, and it looks so good on her. I truly wonder how I got this lucky to call her mine.
I lift her chin up and say, “Morning.”
“Good morning.” Her hands go around me and dip under the waistband of my briefs, where she grips my ass.
“You’re going to make me hard.”
“Good.”
“Breakfast first, then I’ll fuck you.”
“Fine, but eat fast.”
I chuckle and then remove her hands from my ass. “Grab us coffee from the pot.”
She looks over at the coffee maker and says, “For a man who has all this money, I’m surprised you don’t have a fancier machine.”
“No need when I like it black,” I answer. “Don’t worry, there’s creamer and shit in the fridge for you.”
“Aw, did you get that just for me?”
“I did,” I answer.
She pulls two mugs off the tree mug stand next to the coffee maker and then fills them up. She then goes to the fridge, where she pauses for a moment. “Silas, there are five different creamers in here.”
“I didn’t know what you would like.”
“When did you get them?”
“This morning,” I answer as I put the very large omelet on the plate and then split it in half.
I serve her the other half and then grab the whole wheat toast from the toaster and spread butter over both slices.
Together, we take the plates, silverware, and cups to the table.
I sit and then tug on her hand to sit on my lap.
“You know, there is a perfectly good chair right over there,” she says as I kiss her neck.
“I know, but I’ve been jealous of watching my friends sit with their girls like this. It’s my fucking turn.”
She loops her arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. “That’s actually really cute.”
I smooth my hand over her thigh and pick up my fork. “You know, I don’t think I ever thanked you.”
“For what? Making you blackout when I sucked you off last night?”
I lightly laugh. “No, not that, but this mouth”—I lightly kiss her—“it’s fucking sinful.”
“Thank you.”
“But that’s not what I was talking about.” I rub her thigh gently. “Thank you for being patient with me. I still have a lot to work out in my head, but I appreciate you not getting frustrated with me.”
“Like I said”—she drags her thumb over my lip—“you’re worth it, Silas.”
I nip at her lips, and she smiles, returning the kiss before turning back to her breakfast. “So I have a lot of things I want to do with you.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Well, first of all, I want to try my vibrator on you. I also have this cock ring I’ve been eyeing that I want to strap you in. Also, how do you feel about some light bondage?”
I chuckle. “Jesus, Ollie, I thought you were talking about like regular activities.”
“Are cock rings not regular activities?”
“No.” I laugh some more and then kiss her shoulder. “But I’m game for whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Really. Just don’t hurt me. I still have to play hockey. If my balls are beaten up and bruised, I’m going to have a hell of a time skating.”
“I love your balls. I would never hurt them.”
“Well, that’s not something I’ve ever heard.”
“Because my predecessor didn’t know how to appreciate her man.” She kisses my chest and draws her hand down on my balls where she lightly cups them. I breathe out a deep sigh, so fucking content as she handles me. “Do you get waxed?”
“Yeah,” I answer.
“I thought so, I’ve never seen them hairless like that, and I feel like I couldn’t get enough of them in my mouth last night.”
“Yeah, I could tell.”
She scoops up some egg and then says, “Can I ask you something, and I’m not asking to get praise or anything like that, just genuinely curious?”
“Sure.”
“Well, Yonny never truly liked getting his dick sucked, and I don’t know why. He didn’t like sex that much in general, and I always thought that was weird. Do you think that has anything to do with my . . . rather aggressive technique?”
“Fuck . . . no,” I answer. “That was all on him. Baby, when I say you’re easily the best I’ve ever had, I mean that.”
She turns toward me. “Really?”
“Really.”
She twists so now she’s straddling me, and that’s when I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. I slip my hands under her shirt and then pull it all the way off her body and deposit it on the floor. I then take my already hard dick out of my briefs and whisper, “Fuck me.”
“I’ve been waiting,” she says right before she lifts up, poises my cock at her entrance, and slams down.
Christ . . .
She is absolute heaven.