21 - Aiden #2
“What’s not to love when they split open for me like this?”
My slow, wet kisses wandered closer toward her pussy and my first light kiss near her lips was announced with a drawn out whimper from her.
My lips delivered a steady barrage of light kisses on either side of her flushed, swollen lips.
Soft flesh meeting the softest flesh, and Sage gasped whenever my cold nose brushed against her skin.
When I moved to finally slide my flat tongue between her folds, she flinched, sucking a sharp breath between her teeth.
It eased out into a deep moan as I continued teasing her like that.
The sharp sweetness of her arousal flooded my mouth, and my cock throbbed dangerously.
Licking her juices from my lips, I dove back in, mouth exploring deeper and deeper as Sage writhed beneath me.
My questing tongue searched for more of her taste, each broad, heavy lick finding more of that intoxicating flavour.
I used my tongue to part her folds some more, giving me deeper access to that sensitive area around her clit.
Her hips jerked as soon as I made contact there, then settled into a roll that moved with my tongue as I pleasured her.
Starting high, I sucked and licked my way down to her entrance, then dipped my tongue inside and waited for her to respond before doing it all again.
Teasing, coaxing her closer and closer to her climax.
She was trembling now, fingers tangled in my hair as she held me in place, begging for it.
I soaked myself in her juices, from my nose to my mouth, and chin.
And soon, the air around us filled with wet, sucking sounds as I pulled her whole clit into my mouth.
Sage cried out, rocking her hips hard as she smashed my face into her pussy.
One hand shot to her breast and she fondled her nipple, tugging and rolling it between her fingers while my tireless tongue worked her clit.
I sucked her in one last time, and she tensed, eyes closed. Her breath got caught in ragged, choked-up pants as she switched to a slow, rolling motion that urged me to keep going. To keep giving her more. Her whole body asked the question, and I wasn’t about to leave her without a resounding reply.
My mouth left her pulsing pussy, but only enough to create space for my fingers.
I spread her folds open, her pink center practically dripping with arousal.
I lashed at her stretched wide pussy with my tongue, savoring the taste of a fresh surge of juices pouring out of her.
The sudden, rapid licks set her off, her fingers clutching and dragging through my hair as she encouraged me with insistent tugs.
Tremors ran through her when my tongue pushed inside her entrance again, hips squirming as she pushed harder against my face.
She wanted more, and so that’s what I gave her.
My tongue plunged deep inside, circling, drinking in everything she gave.
When I broke away, my face glistened with traces of her arousal.
“Have I ever told you how hot you look when you have me all over your face?”
My cock twitched. It was throbbing so hard now I knew I didn’t have long.
“Not as hot as you begging me to make you come.”
Sage bit her bottom lip as she gazed at me through heavily hooded eyes. “Do it.”
I took a moment to exhale a gust of hot breath over the exposed clit, feeling her shiver before letting out a soft whimper. Applying light pressure, I licked over her stiff bud with one broad stroke.
Her reaction was instant, eyes shooting wide. “Yes. Oh, God, please.”
My attention to her clit was more focused now, flicking my tongue fast and quick back and forth.
The touch was barely there, but I could tell by her rising moans that it was just what she’d wanted.
Her juices poured into my mouth and down my chin, the taste driving me on as I lapped at her pussy like an insatiable beast. Long strings of moans, gasps and whimpers flowed from her lips as my tongue played with her.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.” Her words blurred into nonsense as she threw back her head, mouth forming a silent ‘O’.
Thighs clamped tightly around my head, encasing me in a warm darkness that pushed me closer to her.
Her fingers clutched and clawed at my shoulders while her body shook and bucked with the force of the climax tearing through her.
One of her heels thumped against my back, but I kept my mouth moving for as long as I could, trying to prolong the sensation.
Then, as the peak of her climax subsided, the tension ran out of her like a waterfall. Sage sagged back into the chair again as her legs went limp around me. With one last kiss to her folds that elicited a soft whimper from her, I pushed onto my knees and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
There was a goofy, blissed-out look on her face as she lay half-sprawled on the chair, loose strands of hair sticking to her glistening skin. Her shallow, rapid breathing slowly began to stabilize. A dull ache had settled in my jaw, my tongue feeling mostly numb.
But I was as hard as ever, and nowhere near ready to call it a night.
“Get your ass over here,” I said, and settled back on my ass so I was ready for her.
Sage lifted herself on shaky arms and legs, and moved until she straddled me, knees pressing into the armrests of the chair. Hands cupping my face, she kissed me so hard it pushed me back, her tongue rolling over mine as she let out a slow, deep moan. Straight into my mouth.
I let her have it, but not for too long.
Her breasts were pushed against my chest, and I couldn’t ignore them any longer.
I trailed hot, sloppy kisses along her jaw, down her throat, her collarbone.
When I reached her full breasts, I dipped my head and circled each of her nipples in turn, reveling in the way she’d suck in a breath whenever I used my teeth to gently give them a tug.
Her moans rose in volume as I continued to tease her like this, working her right back to the place where she was ready for me again.
My cock strained thick and hard against my abs as I gazed up at her, thumb stroking her clit. “I hope it’s okay with you if I make you come again.”
Sage pressed her pussy tightly against me, grinding hard against my shaft. “For now and future reference, that’ll never not be okay.”
All arrogant and self-assured, but her body told a different story.
I added more pressure with my thumb, and watched her begin to unravel all over again, thighs trembling from the effort it took her to stay poised over me.
A ragged moan slipped out of her as I played with her clit, teeth grazing the sensitive skin on her neck.
“So predictable,” I breathed just below her ear, and Sage let out a short, throaty laugh.
“God, you’re so talkative now that you’re almost famous.”
It was my turn to laugh, and I pushed back into the soft leather of the chair, my hands relinquishing whatever hold I’d had on her. Gripping the armrests firmly, I tilted my hips so my cock lifted a little higher. Sage’s eyes flicked down, and stayed there.
“I want you to do it.”
She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with amusement but also something raw and totally unfiltered.
Without breaking eye contact, she closed her fingers around my throbbing cock, stroking slowly as she guided it away from my stomach.
I was so fucking hard she needed a firm grip to do it, and I could tell by the small whimper she gave this was something she liked. A lot.
We shared a long, shaky moan as she brought my tip to the wetness at her entrance. She teased her hole a few times, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from saying too much.
“Do it.”
Her eyes met mine again, and Sage lowered herself onto my aching dick, pussy contracting around me as she took me in all the way. She was so wet, so fucking tight. The stretch was the best part—for both of us. Enough to make me come instantly.
But I didn’t.
I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity on something as pathetic as poor self-control.
Her hands came to rest on my shoulders, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, “Okay, I did it. Now what?”
“You’re such a fucking smartass.” I claimed her mouth in a biting, bruising kiss that left us both breathless. And still, neither of us moved below the waist.
We nipped and lapped at each other, deepening the kiss while her pussy warmed my cock. When her hips threatened to rock on their own accord, I released the armrests to grip them tightly and hold her still.
“Not yet,” I said with a strangled breath. Every part of me wanted to fuck her hard. To be rough and ruthless as I searched for my own release. But this felt good. This was better.
Sage felt it too. The anticipation and excitement on her face said it all.
“You like it when I hold your dick like this?”
I nodded.
The warm, velvety friction of her walls wrapping around my shaft without doing anything else was a new sensation that had me hanging on by a thread. Her walls gripped me, clenching once.
“I’ll let you soak in my pussy until you’re ready to fuck me, okay?”
My breath came in ragged, shallow pants now, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. There’d be marks there by morning. I nodded again.
“Shh… Slow, deep breaths.” Sage brushed sweat-damp hair from my forehead, her hand resting on my cheek as she gazed at me. “You’ve got this. You can wait a little longer. Here—”
She arched her back, careful not to tilt the angle of her hips too much, and guided a nipple to my mouth.
I lunged forward, sucking her in with relish, my tongue flicking rapidly over her stiff bud as I let out a primal sound that didn’t sound like myself at all.
Her pussy pulsed tightly around me a few times, her wetness coating my thighs as things got too hot for either of us to hold out on.
“Now,” Sage whispered into my hair, and that one word was like a song from the gods.
My hands still on her hips, I flipped her onto her back with my cock still buried deep inside. The chair rocked dangerously beneath us, creaking as I shifted to pull out of her. But not all the way. My tip stayed gripped in the fluttering clench of her entrance.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said, the heat of my climax already creeping along my lower back.
Sage sank her nails into my ass cheeks. “I said ‘now’.”
And I thrust into her so hard the chair swayed with the force of it.
Then I pulled out and did it again. And again.
I fucked her hard and dirty, our skin slapping together each time we made contact, her cries of ecstasy filling the tattoo booth in a rising staccato the closer we veered to the point of no return.
The need in me throbbed, actually hurt, from holding back.
With a growl I drove into her, pushing all that shit aside.
Where my eyes were fixed on the passion moving over Sage’s face, hers were locked on where our bodies met. She watched my dick disappear into her pussy every time, and every time it did, she’d moan louder than the one before.
“That’s it,” she said through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop.”
Her hand floated down between us, two fingers finding her clit.
“Oh, God.”
She stroked herself with a vigorous pace to match my own, working her clit as hard as I was fucking her.
Soon I had her squirming under me, delirious under the onslaught of pleasure taking over her body.
Each of my thrusts pushed deeper into the pulsing sheath of her pussy, her juices making the motion fast and easy.
The warmth in my back and the backs of my thighs snapped tight, curling my toes as I headed right into my climax.
I pushed into her one last time, burying myself as deep as her pussy would take me, and that’s where I blew my load.
Sage followed right after, shuddering with me as our bodies tensed up together.
A series of whimpers and moans flowed out of her, punctuated by a grunt from me as her pussy clamped down, milking my cock for every last drop.
The orgasmic feedback loop between us seemed to go on forever, until my cum had turned into a weak trickle.
I dropped my head and showered her neck and shoulders with smoldering kisses, leaving my dick inside her while I did. When I looked up, she gazed at me with that freshly fucked-out, disheveled look that damn near broke my heart.
“Was that okay?”
Sage managed a slight smile, then lifted her shoulder in an attempted shrug. “It’ll have to do, I guess.”
I laughed softly, taking her mouth again in a heated kiss, my tongue plunging in without waiting. Her pussy clenched again, and my limp dick slid out of her, making us both groan at the same time.
Dropping to my side next to her, Sage moved so I could press in close. Her body curled against mine, and I allowed myself to sink into it, to let the quiet settle around us. The faint scent of her—sweat, coffee, and something distinctly Sage—clung to me. I’d chase it down for weeks if I had to.
She shifted against me, tentative, like she wasn’t sure if saying what she wanted might break something fragile between us.
“I… I’m going to miss you,” she muttered, voice low enough that I had to tilt my head to catch it.
I smiled, twisting my fingers in hers just to draw it out. “Miss me? You hate that touchy feely crap.”
“Not all of it.”
“Not all of it, huh?” I murmured, pressing my lips to her temple. “Good to know the exceptions list includes me.”
She huffed a laugh against me, a tiny sound that rattled in my chest. Her warmth was intoxicating, addictive. I kept her there, wanting this moment to just last forever. No convention, no playoffs, just this bubble of… whatever this was.
After a beat, Sage pushed up just enough to look me in the eye. “Blow off the next game.”
“Huh?”
“Come with me to Denver.”
The proposition sat in the air, tempting and ridiculous and impossible all at the same time. She wanted me there with her so she didn’t have to miss me. Sweet. But also—
“No,” I said finally.
Her brows pulled together. “No? Just like that?”
I couldn’t look her in the eyes when I said, “I’ve never missed a game, Sage, and I’m not gonna start now.”