Chapter 11 Katie #2
His muscles shift with the movement, and my mouth goes dry at the sight. He looks like something out of a surf magazine, all bronzed skin and corded muscle. I want to eat him alive.
“Is it working?” I ask with a laugh.
The look in his eyes is absolutely wicked as he kicks his jeans off, leaving him in nothing but his briefs.
The bulge of his cock is obscenely obvious, and he stalks forward to find his place between my legs again.
I groan at the feeling of warm skin against mine, his hands on my hips to hold me still as he grinds down against me.
“Yeah, I think it’s working,” he whispers.
My laugh trails off into a moan when he dips his head down to trail kisses down the length of my throat. His cock throbs between my legs, and the proof of how badly he wants me makes me shiver.
“This isn’t what I thought you meant when you said you wanted your mouth on me.” My voice is breathless, even with the teasing lilt to it. “Not that I’m complaining.”
He hums against my skin, grinning as he lays a soft bite to my collarbone.
“Impatient,” he scolds.
He doesn’t make me wait, though. He folds himself down between my legs, kneeling on the floor as he yanks me to the edge of the bed. His lips trace a slow, lazy line up the inside of my thigh until he reaches the edge of my panties.
I can’t help watching as he peels my thong down my legs. Those bright blue eyes are swimming with ravenous desire.
I’ve never felt half as sexy as I do when Wayne looks at me like that.
“Hold on, sugar.” He grabs my hands and leads them into his own hair, waiting until I curl my fingers in the strands before letting go. “I’m not stopping until you push me away.”
My stomach quivers with need as his hands find purchase on my hips, but I don’t get a chance to agree before his mouth drives every thought clear out of my mind.
His tongue is just as clever as I remember it, slick and hot as he moans against my pussy.
I’m already wet just from knowing how much he wants me, and the sight of his broad shoulders between my legs isn’t doing anything to help me calm down.
Those steely blue eyes catch on mine as he seals his lips around my clit and sucks, and I swear my entire soul shakes with pleasure.
I tug at his hair as a shout of pleasure tears from my lips, but he just chuckles, not easing up at all.
My thighs tremble violently as my first orgasm washes through me, a wave of overwhelming pleasure that leaves me a molten puddle on the sheets. The shaky moan I let out turns sharply into a gasp of agonized bliss when Wayne doesn’t stop for a single second.
His mouth keeps going, offering me no reprieve to catch my breath. I quake under his ministrations, unable to do anything but yank at his hair as he works me up again.
I nearly scream when he slides one finger, then two inside me.
The stretch is exquisite, sending heat and need to every corner of my body.
He crooks them right up against the spot that makes me see stars.
My spine arches like a bow and then immediately melts, my fingers spasming in the soft waves of Wayne’s hair.
My thighs are tense with overwhelming bliss, but he refuses to let me inch away.
He holds my thighs in a grip tight enough to bruise, moaning against my skin and sending pleasure coursing through me like a tsunami.
“Fuck, Wayne!”
My head goes fuzzy as the pleasure just keeps coming. He works me to orgasm after orgasm, his tongue and his fingers moving ceaselessly to drive me insane. I can hardly even pull in enough air to scream, my body strung so tight that every shift of his mouth almost hurts.
I finally manage to get my thoughts together for long enough to push at his head. My grip is weak and I can hardly keep my arms straight, but he does pull away.
I collapse back against the bed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I can barely feel my legs, and my core is quivering with lust. Most of the people I've slept with have barely managed to get one orgasm out of me, but the shine on Wayne’s lips doesn't lie.
He grins at me as he follows my uncoordinated grabbing and tugging. I get him back on top of me and shove his briefs down just far enough to free his cock. He groans as I wrap my trembling thighs around his waist.
“Too much, baby?” he teases, grinding his hips down against mine. “Want more?”
“Already told you.” I tangle my hands in his hair again and yank him down into a brutal kiss, moaning at the taste of myself on his tongue. “I want you, Wayne. Fuck me already.”
His cock throbs against my pussy so hard that I almost worry he's going to cum before he even gets inside of me, but he curses and pulls back just enough to speak.
“Fuck, you're so hot. Condom?”
Shit, I didn't even think about that. It's one time, it'll be fine.
“Just pull out,” I urge him. “I can't wait any longer.”
He must be just as impatient as I am, because he lines up and sinks into me without hesitation. The stretch makes us both groan, and I tug him down into another kiss as he slowly slides every last inch of his cock deep inside me.
I know it’s only been about a month, but it feels like it's been years since I've had him inside me, and I'm starving for it.
I lock my legs around his waist, arching up to meet every thrust as he rolls his hips down.
My nails slice down his back when he bites at my lip, both of us practically feral for each other.
I've never had anyone want me like this.
He's not so big it hurts, but I feel empty every time he pulls back just to stuff me full again.
I want to make this good for him, to be good for him, but I can't think past the wash of agonizing bliss.
I never want him to stop, but another orgasm is fast approaching, and I don't think I'll be able to go again after.
I intentionally clench down around him, grinning against his lips when he curses and his hips stutter.
His fingers dig into the meat of my ass, holding me still as he slams into me, obviously chasing his own release. His eyes are darker than usual, stormy with lust and pleasure. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him close, staring into his eyes.
“C’mon,” I whisper, my voice ragged with bliss. “C’mon, Wayne, make me cum. Make me cum on your cock.”
I can see his pupils dilate as the words hit him, and it only takes him a few more thrusts to send me over the edge, wailing his name. He ducks his face into my neck when I toss my head back and groans, staying inside of me for as long as he can before he yanks out of my hold.
He tugs at his cock frantically, his mouth dropped open on a chant of my name as he strokes himself. I watch pleasure take over him as my own orgasm slowly fades, leaving me shaking and satisfied.
He stripes my hip and thigh with his cum, staring down at his mark as it drips down my skin.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he huffs, reaching out and dragging his fingers through the mess of his own cum.
I giggle, and he grins at me, leaning down to press one last, soft kiss to my mouth.
“Let's get cleaned up, hmm?” He kisses me. “Then we can do something about dinner.”
Oh, right. I invited him over for dinner, didn't I?
Funny how several orgasms in a row can clear your mind so thoroughly.