8. Slutty Little Glasses
slutty little glasses
Mirren
Three? Three! My body can barely function, and I’m seconds away from falling into a buzz so glorious it will be the very definition of bliss forever. It’s the standard of ecstasy—on a scale of one to Strider Anderson, it’s a trillion.
“My— I… Three?”
The man looming above me has a lazy smile that looks for the whole world like the cat who got the cream. He’s so proud of himself, so boyish, so pleased.
“Yeah. You’re right. I’m shooting too low. Let’s go for four, but we’ll settle for three if you’re too tired to give it your all.”
My body is so sated, I can’t argue, but the afterglow in my head evaporates. “Did you just reverse psychology me into sex?”
He leans so close I can feel his breath on my lips. “I’m offering you the ultimate in human pleasure, and you’re acting like it’s a dare. Is that what it takes, Freckles? Okay, I dare you to fuck me until you get blissed out by coming all over my cock.”
I can’t help but laugh, feeling our last few minutes in my belly and my clit as I do. “Fine, Strider. I accept your dare. But I want to be on top. I’m going to go slow and deep and drive you out of your mind, edging you until you want to explode.”
His eyes crinkle in the corners. “Sure. If you insist.”
“If I insist?” I slice my eyes to slits.
With a small grin on his lips, he lifts a shoulder. He takes my mouth, his eyes open and watching me, letting me taste my orgasm on his lips and tongue. Out of nowhere, he flips us so I’m astride him and lifts his hips so I’m reminded of what’s beneath me.
Rising, I grab his belt, unhooking it, then undoing the button of his jeans. The teeth of his zipper scratch, and I smirk, looking into his eyes, those slutty little glasses on full display as his chin juts proudly.
“Are you trying to punish me with the slow-walk?”
“Well, since I’m capitulating to your dare”—I emphasize the word—“I can play however I see fit.”
“She’s trying to kill me,” he says to the room, rolling his eyes.
“She is.”
The smile that breaks across his face is worth every bit of anxiety and mortification today.
“Would she mind torturing me with my dick out of my pants? It’s a bit… claustrophobic.”
“I’ll allow it.”
It’s the throaty laugh and the vibration at my most sensitive place that changes the vibe. That and my groan.
I hold his eyes to pull open his fly and palm his dick. Shit. He’s long and hard as a steel pipe, with a slight curve back toward his belly.
He slides both hands behind his head to watch me take him in.
“You were smuggling this weapon all along? Things could’ve gotten awkward if your towel hadn’t held up.” I look at his belly. “Then again, this is probably why it couldn’t fall.”
A look of smug satisfaction crosses his face. “Thank you.”
“I want your shirt off. I know what your chest looks like and I want to touch it as I ride you. In the meantime…” I lift my hips and grab his jeans and boxers, making quick work of pulling them to his knees.
Two thunks must mean his shoes have hit the floor. I was naked, and he was dressed down to his shoes. Writhing underneath me is soon met with the sound of his jeans and belt meeting his shoes in a pile behind me. Shirt gone and tossed overhead, we’re both equally naked.
I stroke his shaft from root to just below the base of his mushroomed head, rolling around the rim as his low, rumbling groan fills the room. Dipping down, I suck the head into my mouth, tonguing his slit with a wide flat stroke.
“Fuck. God, fuck.” His hands reach for my face but change direction and grip my comforter. “Mirren, that’s— Fuck.” The word drags from his lips, dying upon its escape.
I suck harder, pumping my hand along the length of him, only to pull off, and suck his balls into my mouth one at a time, watching him bow off the bed.
He chants my name, and his pelvis stretches as if straining to get closer.
I lick up the underside of his shaft, rolling his sac in my hand, and suck on the head hard.
His hands go flat on the bed, and he attempts to withdraw, but I follow him down, flicking his slit, tasting precum and humming.
“No.” The first one is weak. The second is strangled but louder. “No.”
Arms come under me and drag me up his body until we’re face to face, my hair curtaining us both from the rest of the world.
“I don’t want to come. Not yet. The first time, and the second through the fifth, will be inside you, and not in your mouth.
Sometime after I’ve had your pussy in the double digits, you can finish that amazing blowjob and suck me off. But not today.”
In the double digits? Does he think I’m bionic?
I don’t ask. In fact, I stop thinking at all when I feel his cock at my entrance. Forgetting all about everything but right now, I slide over him, using that bulbous head to stimulate my clit, and throw my head back, engrossed in feeling him on me.
Through gritted teeth, he offers, “There’s a condom in my wallet.”
“I’m tested...” Shit. He doesn’t need to know my job. I change it up as a slide against his length. “The Army was diligent. I’m clear.”
“Same.”
I slide up. “And I’m on birth control.” His head bumps at my entrance and a thrill and something I can’t name zings through me.
“I’ve never—” The sentence dies as I take him past my entrance and push over him inch by inch by deep inch.
Strider
Holy fucking fuck. Is this what I’ve been missing? I had no idea. And thank God I didn’t, because this is ruinous.
She’s tight and slick and so damn hot. Every nerve along my cock lights up like a live wire. I fight to keep my eyes open, to watch her face as she sinks over me, sheathing me to the root. I hit the end of her and don’t know whether to grit my teeth or scream and beat my chest.
She moans as she takes me fully and seems to be fighting the same battle.
“Need you to move, baby.” My voice is gentle, but my words are firm.
She holds a single finger up between us, her eyes dropping closed, and wiggles around me.
“Fuck you feel good.” I thrust my pelvis, pushing myself deeper inside her tight heat.
Mirren’s eyes fly open and, with a move designed to put me in an early grave, she squeezes her inner muscles around me, pulling up, and giving me a smile that says she knows what she’s doing to me. She takes me again, deep, but way too damn slow.
“Mirren.”
“Oh, no, Strider. I specifically said I would be on top and that I planned to torture you. This is me accepting the dare.” She glides up and cool air meets my shaft, a direct contrast to the warmth of her body.
I thrust up, planting myself to the root, as she gasps. “Sit up, baby.”
She does as I direct, wiggling to situate herself with me deep inside her.
“Touch your tits.”
I don’t know whether it’s the authority in my voice or her lust-soaked desire, but she obeys.
“Lift for me.” I pull down and stab up into her as she drops.
Her sound is half-gasp, half-keen, and the look on her face etches itself permanently on my brain.
Her body is stunning, all tan, compact muscle. She’s smart and funny. Her smile is outrageous and what she can do with her mouth could bring a dead man back to life. And her cunt? She’s ruined me forever. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
“Ride me like you mean it, Freckles. Show me what you’ve got.”
She lifts with a tightening of those inner muscles again and hovers, her eyes challenging me to complain. “Only because I want to, handsome.”
I throw a fist between my teeth and bite down. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
She drops with force.
“Never mind.” My voice is hoarse. “If you do, don’t tell me.”
She lifts with a “Why?”
“I can’t brain, woman.”
Resting her hands on my chest, she rides me like a jockey on a prized steed, her eyes holding mine the whole time.
Words escape me. I’m surrounded by sensation. Mirren above me, her wild, honey-colored hair framing her face. Me inside her tight heat. The sound of our bodies coming together over and over again. The smell of us. Her panting breaths. My ragged ones. The pressure of her nails at my ribs.
Her eyes close in ecstasy, and I lose what little vulnerability I’ve seen. It’s replaced with a different kind of trust. She’s reaching, in it—on me, with me, surrounding me. I find her clit and strum.
“Strider.” The end of my name dissolves on her tongue as she collapses on my chest, pulsing around me, rippling along my cock, coaxing me to come with her.
I thrust. It takes four until electricity rattles down my spine, and I do what I’ve never done—spill into a woman, feeling the heat coat us both—and glide inside our combined orgasms.
The best I’ve ever had.
The best I’ll never not want.