Chapter 18
chapter eighteen
priscilla
This had not been my plan for the evening, but I couldn’t care less.
We’d figure out the details later. Right now I was going in hard and not coming up for breath until we were both wrecked.
I’d left my bra on, but was naked and so horny I could barely think as J got on the bed still fully clothed.
In the back of my mind I wondered if he remembered how hot that made me, to know he couldn’t even wait long enough to take off his clothes.
I would probably regret this later, hell the thoughts were trying to creep in right now, but I deserved this.
To have this man like this tonight. To get the satisfaction I knew he could give me.
The only place in my world where I could shut out everything was when I was like this with J.
Playing that game where we anticipated what the other needed, where to kiss and touch to make all thought and reason fly right out of our heads.
Without saying anything, he knelt on the bed and tugged on my ankle. “Come here.” His voice was strained like he could barely contain himself. Like he couldn’t decide what to do first.
I shifted on the bed and moved closer to the headboard, until I was kneeling with my back to him.
“You must really want me to smack that ass.”
Oh, it was on. No more tentativeness, no more questions. J was in it to win it, and I was already shaking with the anticipation of having his mouth and hands on me.
“Don’t take your clothes off.” I didn’t need to explain why.
Within seconds, he was on his back, head propped on two pillows between my thighs.
I had my forearms resting on his headboard, looking down at him.
Breath coming fast as my clit pulsed, my walls clenching with need.
I wanted to scream; I was so fucking hot for him.
“Come on, pa. Lick it.” I urged him, and brought my hand down, showing him my engorged clit.
He smacked my hand away, hitting me with his palm right where I was aching and my vision blurred.
“I told you, that’s mine. Put your hands on the headboard.
” He knew the one time in my life where I was fully compliant was with his mouth inches from my pussy.
I obediently leaned on my forearms and threw my head back as he pulled me closer and sucked hard on my clit.
My hips started moving, circling in a tight grind as he flicked the hard tip of his tongue against every nerve.
The pleasure made my whole body throb. I hummed and moaned as he slapped my ass hard, sucked and licked me.
“Shit, J. I’m gonna come. Ungh, your mouth.” I bit off another curse and focused on the knot of sensation at my core.
He breathed through his nose as he doubled down on his efforts, lapping up every drop from me.
I was panting like I’d been running a marathon as he worked me hard.
That tongue circling, then licking. Lips locking in on my clit and sucking hard.
Juan Pablo loved eating me out; he went into this kind of meditative state while he was doing it; he could go for hours, until I was a boneless heap in his hands.
“Ooooh, don’t stop, J, fuck.” I bucked hard as he did something particularly filthy with his tongue and fingers. We stayed locked together, him not letting go, and sucking and fingering me until my vision washed white as I twitched through a literal mind melting orgasm.
“That’s good. I’m good.” I moaned feeling hypersensitive. He finally loosened his grip and I slid down his body until my ass bumped into his raging hard-on. With my eyes still closed I gripped his head and kissed him.
He smelled like me. His lips swollen from sucking on me. I glided my tongue with his, feeling hollowed out by my orgasm. Like my insides had been blown out from all the pleasure, and still I wanted more. It was like now that I’d decided I’d let myself have him, I wanted it all.
I ground my ass on his erection, making him hiss, and when I pulled back from the kiss and looked at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, mouth twisted in a painful grimace. He was holding back. Giving me what I needed and not asking for more than what I’d freely give.
“Pris, shit. You’re gonna make me blow. You know my dick can’t handle your ass when you’re grinding on me like this.” That last part was more a long shudder than words, since I was now propped on my hands and really trying to make him sweat.
“Get a condom, Juan Pablo.” His arm shot out to the side, blindly pulling open a drawer as I tried not to laugh.
Fuck, this boy could always ruin me.
I pushed up and started pulling off his sweats and briefs.
“Gimme,” I said extending a hand while I stroked him with the other.
He shook his head and sat up fast, and without comment went to undo my bra.
“I want to see them.” He loosened the hook with the ease and efficiency that only came with years of practice, and flung my bra somewhere in the room.
He leaned back on one arm, eyebrows high on his forehead, and a smile on his lips that meant he was deciding where to put his mouth first appeared.
“I could write sonnets about your tits. You still have the piercings, I kept wanting to say something in the DR, but I was afraid you’d ream me out.” I chuckled, as he stared at the two gold hoops I’d had since college. I’d taken them out for a few years but put them back in on a whim.
“They feel nice. I like to tug on them.” This was said purely to get a reaction from him and I got one. No words though, just more grunting. He leaned in and put the tip of his tongue through the small hoop and then pulled on it with his teeth.
I sucked mine at the sensation and cupped the breast he was playing with. Wetness pooling at my core. “Umm that’s nice. Suck on it.”
He did. I hummed in pleasure, letting my head loll back on my neck. Resting my hands on his shoulders as he pinched and sucked on me. Teeth and tongue doing what he knew would make me wild for him.
He kissed up my neck as he worried my nipple between his fingers, making my skin tighten with every brush of his lips. “Put the condom on me. I want to see your tits bouncing when you’re riding this dick.”
His breath was so hot on my skin, and I was sure I could come just from the tip of his cock rubbing on my clit. I made quick work of the lubed condom, as he leaned back on the headboard. I pulled off his sweatshirt, so I could see his chest. I leaned in and nipped at him as I rode him.
He moved back and forth, pushing in and pulling back until I had him all the way inside.
We both exhaled as if something tight and suffocating had been loosened in our chests.
I closed my eyes, hands gripping his shoulders, hard.
Getting my balance. Feeling him deep, so deep. And fuck, I could’ve wept.
This was what I needed.
“J,” I pleaded as he gripped my waist and started to thrust into me.
“Move with me, Pris.” He sounded…lost, like his whole life was hanging on the balance of this moment. Of how our bodies would work together. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I was afraid of what I’d see there. Of what it would feel like.
“Abre los ojos, mi amor. Dejame verte.” I didn’t know if I could let him see. I didn’t know if my eyes wouldn’t betray me. But I’d never been a coward, and J and I could always say more with our bodies than we ever could with words.
I opened my eyes slowly, as I started to move. My hips undulating in sync with his movements. Those brown eyes—the ones that had seen me naked in every way, that could see in my heart and my soul like no one else—focused on me.
“You still with me, ma?” That was said while he licked his thumb before circling it on my clit.
“Asi, Juan.” The way he was moving, with his hands on me, was like lightning crackling through my body. Soon we were moving against each other hard and fast. The sounds of our bodies coming together and our ragged breaths the only sounds in the room.
“I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth, as he pushed into me.
He kept rubbing my clit and I tightened around him as he bucked into me. “Fuuuuck.” I felt the first spasm of his orgasm, right as my own was crashing into me.
He pressed me tight to him, our skin clammy with perspiration. The exertions of the last hour had wrung us out. And when I was finally coming down falling into the bed in Juan Pablo’s arms, still too blissed out to say a word, I thought to myself again, This is what I needed.
I kept my eyes closed and rested my head on J’s chest as he kicked his sweats all the way off. Once he was settled in, his arms tight around me, I could feel the tension of the question he was afraid to ask. But J had never been a coward either.
“How are you doing?” That wasn’t any kind of simple question, but the answer came easier than I thought.
“I don’t want to think about the long game with this.” I dug my nails into his chest, surprised with everything I was feeling. “Or how it’s going to end badly or how we can make this last. This is good for now.”
He tightened his arms around me, a deep sigh rumbling on his chest. “If you’re good. I’m good. We can figure out the rest later.” The gentle kiss he planted on my forehead made the last of my reservation seep out of my body and I settled in.
“Okay. Later.”