Chapter 15 #2
I twist him back toward the couch and push him hard, still going with my gut, not sure where it’s leading me. He lands as I climb on top, straddling him and grinding down against his crotch. I feel him stiffening between my legs. What happened to stealing from him again?
“Are you finally giving up?” he grunts, his hands gripping my ass tightly.
I bite his lower lip. “Never.”
“Feels like you are.”
“Let’s call this a break in the action.” I kiss him, one hand darting down between his legs. I grip his cock and stroke him over his sweats. “Seems like you don’t mind.”
He shivers and lets out a low groan. “Fuck, baby.”
“You like that?” I keep stroking, heart racing with the way he’s reacting to me. I pull back to look at him and his eyelids flutter, his mouth hanging open. Go with it. Be someone else. I move back, getting down to my knees in front of him, and tug his sweats forward and off.
His cock springs free. I catch it in a palm. He’s thick and meaty and I’m moaning when I take him in my mouth.
His fingers slip through my hair.
“Fuck,” he says again, groaning as I suck him, slowly and tentatively at first. I’m not sure what I’m doing.
But soon it becomes obvious that doesn’t matter.
Brenden shudders as I lick him, sucking the crown, licking his slit and tasting the pre-cum that glides down his shaft.
It’s messy, but I’m being someone else, and I like this girl.
I like my husband too: the way he moans, the feeling of his defined abs, his hard, muscular chest, and his throbbing cock in my mouth.
I suck him faster, moaning as I do it. He pulls me back by the hair and kisses me greedily. I keep stroking him while he does it.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispers, a wild edge to his quivering voice.
“Sucking your dick, I think.”
“Stroking now, more like.”
“And you’re enjoying the hell out of it.”
“God, I really am.”
“Is that all you’re going to do?” I tease him, swaying my hips as I tilt forward to kiss him.
He takes off my shirt and throws it aside.
His hands palm my tits with a possessive need.
He kisses me, kisses my neck, drags me back to the couch and peels my sweats off next.
I raise my arms above my head, smiling as his mouth sucks my nipples, my belly, down to my hips, kisses my pussy before wedging himself between my legs.
“I was thinking I’d come in your mouth and make you swallow every drop, but now I think I’d rather fuck you until you beg me to come on your tongue.”
My mouth falls open. “Oh. Wow.”
“You want that, baby? You want me to fill you to the brim? Or did you think you were teasing me? Did you think you were in control?”
“I kind of hoped—“
He slips his tip up and down my slit before slipping inside.
And yep, fuck, oh god, I was so wrong, so very wrong—
He fills me to the brim. His big cock thrusts in until I’m aching with how full I feel. His mouth kisses me, easing himself back, and thrusting in a second time, and shit, I was never the one winning this game.
He holds my hands above my head and fucks me.
One palm holds my tits, the other my wrists.
He kisses me and tells me how pretty I am with my legs spread wide, taking his big dick, how I’m warm and wet and perfect, how there’s nothing better than watching my face as he fills me over and over.
I love the way he talks, his delirious whispering, delicious and on the verge of going wild.
He grinds into me, fucking me deep and hard, making the couch tremble with every rough thrust.
“Again, god, please, again,” I gasp, grinding into him, feeling myself shaking on the edge.
But before he finishes me, he pulls back and turns me around, down onto my belly. This time he’s rough as he fucks me from behind, one strong palm smacking my ass. I feel incredible as his cock pumps into me over and over.
“Touch yourself.” He grabs my wrist and puts my hand between my legs. “Right now. Tell me you like it.”
“Fuck!” I rub my clit as instructed and waves of pleasure slam into my core. “Oh my god, Brenden.”
“Tell me you like being my filthy little wife. Tell me you like it when I fill you to the rim. Beg for me to come in your mouth.”
“Please keep going.” I rub furiously at my clit, eyes rolling back. “Oh fuck oh fuck—“
“Beg, Tallie.” He pulls my hair roughly.
“Come in my mouth! Come on my tits! Come between my legs! Just don't fucking stop.”
He thrusts into me in a frenzy and I keep touching myself as I stiffen, back arching, taking him even deeper.
That finally does it and I break, I shatter into a thousand pieces, I come so hard I can’t breathe.
The orgasm smashes me to the floor, and I’m only dimly aware of him pulling out until his dick’s in my mouth again and I’m sucking him eagerly.
“Fuck, Tallie,” he moans, and it’s my name, my nickname, that really makes me happy.
He comes in my mouth, as promised. He comes hard too, squirting into my throat. I gag and swallow, grinning as I do it, sweaty and happy in that post-fucked way. Brenden collapses beside me, looking only half awake, as I curl up beside him. He wraps his arms around me and holds tight.
“That… was not expected.”
“Really?” I kiss his chest. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. You seemed intent on the job.”
“What job is that?”
“Getting your phone back?”
“Oh?” I bite him near the nipple. “You mean, the whole misdirection thing?”
He grunts in reply and his smile starts to fade. “Exactly… misdirection…”
I slip my phone out from between the couch cushions where I stashed it after sucking his dick and hold it up.
“You weren’t paying attention when my tongue was swirling around your shaft.”
He stares, dumbfounded.
Then bursts out laughing.
A strange swell of pride fills me. I had to give the guy head to distract him enough to get my phone back, but it worked in the end. And I got some sex on top, which was a fantastic bonus.
“Well done, wife,” he says, bending down to kiss me again.
“Now will you start teaching me in earnest?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
I bite his lip. “I would.”
“Tallie… the last person I taught…”
“Is fine. Your sister is fine.”
“I know, but still.”
“Brenden. Listen to me.” I shuffle until I’m straddling him again.
My wet pussy’s grinding against his still-slightly-hard dick.
“We both need this. You need my help. I need to feel like—“ I reach back and touch him, guiding him back to my entrance. “I need to feel—“ I shiver as he enters me. I’m surprised he’s still hard enough. “I need to feel like I’m in control of my own life.”
“Fuck,” he breathes as he sinks inside of me.
“Don’t be difficult.” I move slowly, grinding my hips. I’m still sensitive from coming but it feels really good.
“I’m getting hard again.”
“That’s the point. Tell me you’ll teach me.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Misdirection, remember?”
“Fuck, Tallie.”
“That’s the idea.”
“Fine. I’ll teach you.” He grabs my hips tightly and leans forward, kissing me hard. “But you better not stop until I tell you to.”
I laugh, but that turns into a moan as he thrusts into me, and I don’t say it out loud but I’m pretty sure I can’t stop even if I wanted to.