Chapter 12 Without a Cue #3
She eased away from the door, pulling me by the front of my shirt until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
Her eyes stayed on mine while she unbuttoned my shirt from top to bottom.
Every new strip of skin got her fingers first, then her mouth.
She kissed my chest, dragged her tongue across one nipple, and bit lightly enough to make my stomach clench.
"Already," she murmured.
"You've been touching me since eight this morning."
"And you've been trying to hide what it does to you since eight-oh-one."
She opened my jeans and reached inside my briefs. Her warm hand closed around my cock, and I groaned into her hair.
"That's better," she said.
"For you."
"For both of us."
She pushed my shirt off my shoulders, then stepped back and turned around.
I found the zipper at the center of her dress and lowered it slowly.
The fabric parted down her back. I kissed each new inch of skin until the zipper reached the base of her spine, then slid both hands inside the dress and around her waist.
Lucy leaned against me. My palms moved up her stomach and closed over her tits through her bra. She covered my hands with hers and pressed them harder.
"I've thought about your hands here," she said.
I kissed the side of her neck. "How often?"
"Enough that I know what I want you to do."
"Tell me."
"Take the dress off. Then use your mouth."
I pushed the straps from her shoulders and let the navy fabric fall around her feet. She stepped free in a matching bra and panties, then turned and caught me staring.
"Keep going," she said.
I unhooked her bra. Her tits filled my hands before the straps cleared her arms, warm and full, nipples already hard against my palms. I bent and drew one nipple into my mouth.
Lucy's breath broke. Her fingers slid into my hair and held me there while I sucked, circled the tight peak with my tongue, then gave the other breast the same attention.
"Harder," she said.
I used my teeth. Her hips pressed against the hard length still trapped in my jeans.
"Again."
I bit and sucked until her nails tightened against my scalp and her nipple shone wet beneath my mouth.
Lucy pushed me onto the mattress and knelt between my knees. She stripped my jeans and briefs down together, tossed them toward the chair, and watched my cock rise against my stomach.
"There you are."
She wrapped one hand around the base, and clear precum gathered beneath her thumb.
"You want me?"
"You can feel how much."
"I want to hear it."
"I want your mouth. Your tits. Your pussy. I've wanted all three since you climbed into my Jeep."
Heat flashed across her face. Her fist tightened, and the first stroke pulled a groan out of me.
She watched my breathing while she worked her hand from root to tip, slow enough that every pass registered. Her other hand cupped my balls. The pressure changed whenever my thighs flexed or my hips tried to follow her.
Then her tongue touched the underside of my cock.
She licked from my balls to the head, flattened her tongue over the leaking slit, and took the first few inches into her mouth. The wet heat closed around me. Her cheeks hollowed. Her fist followed her lips, twisting lightly where her mouth stopped.
"Fuck, Lucy."
She took me deeper, held me there until my breath hitched, then pulled off before I could thrust.
"That," she said, stroking me with a looser grip, "was close."
"A warning would've been nice."
"Your body warned me."
She bent again. This time she alternated deep suction with slow kisses along my shaft.
Her tongue circled the head, her hand tightened at the base, and every time my balls drew up, she changed something.
Less pressure. A slower mouth. Her thumb over the tip while she kissed my thigh and let the ache settle just enough to keep me from coming.
She wasn't denying me for sport. She was learning the exact line and keeping me balanced on it.
"Tell me what happens when I do this."
She sucked the head and squeezed my shaft instead of stroking.
My fingers dug into the sheets. "My balls pull tight. My legs shake. I forget every useful word I know."
"How close?"
"One hard pull. Maybe two."
Her eyes held mine. She gave me one.
The pressure shot straight through my spine. My cock jumped in her grip, and Lucy smiled around the head before letting it slip from her lips.
"Now I know."
She rose onto her knees, gathered her tits around my shaft, and pressed them together.
The soft heat swallowed my cock. She moved slowly, letting the head appear between her breasts before drawing it back through the tight channel of skin.
Her nipples dragged over me. Her hand controlled the base while her mouth caught the tip every second stroke.
I stopped breathing.
Lucy stopped moving.
"Look at me."
I did.
"Breathe."
I dragged air into my lungs. She waited until the worst of the edge passed, then licked the precum from my head and climbed over me.
Her panties were soaked. I felt the heat through them when she straddled my thighs, careful to keep my cock below her pussy. She kissed me and let me taste myself on her tongue.
"Your turn," she whispered.
I rolled her beneath me and pulled the last scrap of fabric down her legs. Her pussy was already swollen and wet, dark hair trimmed close above it, inner thighs slick where she'd been holding herself against me.
"All that from watching me?"
"Watching. Touching. Planning."
"Still planning?"
"Always."
I kissed her tits again, then worked down her stomach. Lucy opened her legs before I asked. I kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, taking my time while her hips shifted impatiently against the sheets.
"Nash."
"You made me wait."
"I made you feel it. There's a difference."
"Then feel this."
I spread her pussy with my fingers and dragged my tongue over her clit.
Lucy bucked beneath my mouth. Her hands flew into my hair, and the captain-clear words came fast.
"Again. Slower. Stay on my clit."
I followed every cue. I licked in long circles, sucked the swollen little peak into my mouth, and slid two fingers into her wet heat. Her pussy clenched the instant I curled them.
"Right there," she gasped. "Hold that angle."
I held it, moving my fingers in short strokes while my tongue kept a steady rhythm. Her thighs tightened around my shoulders. Her breath shortened. I felt the first tremors in her stomach and eased the pressure before she told me to.
Lucy lifted her head. "You read that."
"I'm learning."
"Don't get smug."
I sucked her clit again and watched the comeback vanish from her face.
She pulled me up by my hair before the orgasm could take her. Her chest heaved. Her pussy squeezed around my fingers in frustrated little pulses.
"Not yet," she said. "I want the first one with your cock inside me."
I left my fingers buried but stopped moving. "Ours together."
"Yes."
Her mouth found mine. She tasted herself on my tongue and moaned. One hand reached between us, closed around my cock, and stroked while my fingers rested inside her.
Neither of us had enough distance from the edge to play much longer.
Lucy released me and guided my hand from her pussy. She licked her wetness from my fingers one by one, then lay back near the edge of the bed and spread her legs.
Her eyes were bright, her lips swollen, her tits rising hard with every breath.
"Fuck me, Nash."
I settled between her thighs and wrapped one hand around my cock. The head dragged through her wet folds, over her clit, then back to the entrance she'd opened for me.
Lucy's hands closed around my forearms.
"Slow," she said. "I want to feel the first inch."
I pressed forward.
The head of my cock slipped inside her, and both of us stopped breathing. Her pussy stretched around me, hot and tight enough that every instinct told me to bury myself in one hard thrust. I held still and watched her face instead.
Her eyes stayed on mine. Her lips parted. The muscles in her thighs jumped once beneath my hips.
"More."
I gave her another inch. Her nails pressed into my arms.
"Again."
I pushed deeper in slow stages until my hips met hers and my cock was buried to the root. Lucy's head tipped back. A low sound left her throat, stripped of polish and too honest to mistake for anything but pleasure.
I stayed inside her without moving.
Her pussy fluttered around me as she adjusted, squeezing in small involuntary waves that made my balls tighten.
"Fuck," she whispered. "You feel even bigger than you looked."
"You feel like you're trying to keep me."
Her eyes opened. "Maybe I am."
She drew a long breath, let it out, and moved her hands to my hips.
"Pull back halfway."
I obeyed.
"Now come in slow."
I filled her again. Lucy lifted her hips to meet me and changed the angle by a fraction. The next stroke rubbed somewhere that made her breath catch.
"There," she said. "Don't lose that."
She set the rhythm from beneath me. Her thighs tightened around my waist when she wanted more depth.
Her palms held my hips when she wanted less.
A breath held between her teeth meant wait.
A small lift meant move. Every cue arrived with captain precision, and I followed because the result felt fucking incredible.
Long stroke. Pause. Her pussy clenching around the head.
Deep stroke. Hold. Her clit grinding against the base while she rolled her hips.
Three quicker thrusts, then stillness while both of us fought the release she'd kept waiting all night.
"You're doing it again," I said.
"Doing what?"
"Reading me."
She squeezed around my cock on purpose. My hips jerked before I could stop them.
"You're easy to read when you're inside me."
"That so?"
"Your jaw locks. Your stomach goes hard." She pulled me deeper with her heels. "And right before you come, this muscle jumps."
Her fingers found the place low on my abdomen and pressed lightly.
"You haven't seen me come yet."
"I will."
The certainty in her voice almost made it happen.