Chapter Ten #2
on either side and bent to touch his mouth to hers.
When he was done, he said, “Be back with your joe.”
He did another mouth touch, let her go, turned away, but she
caught him by the back waistband of his jeans.
He looked to her.
“Hurry, I need a sip in before we shower.”
We.
Excellent.
“On it, sweetheart.”
She smiled at him.
Then in a tank, no panties, she turned to the extra sink
that had been free and mostly unused since he bought the place, and reached for
the toothbrush she left behind the first time she spent the night.
She had some redness at her throat where he’d gripped her
and a hickey on the side of her neck.
The marks he’d left made his cock jump in his jeans.
“Hurry.”
His gaze went from her neck to her eyes in the mirror.
Hers were on him.
Okay, maybe the second-best ride she was going to get that
day would happen in the shower.
She shoved the toothbrush in her mouth.
He moved out of the room to pour them coffee.
And he didn’t fuck around in doing it.
Archie was curled up in his lap on her couch.
She had on a short, pale yellow silk robe that was tied at
the waist, but now gaping open.
She’d put it on to make them a plate of crackers and cheese.
The crackers and cheese were gone.
Now she was squirming as she let him play with her.
He’d been taking his time with his hand between her legs for
the last half hour, at least.
So she was soaked.
And his dick was throbbing, so he was done playing.
“Climb on,” he growled.
She didn’t hesitate.
She shifted to straddle him, took control of his dick, got
in position then ground down on it.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his head falling back to the couch.
She caught his neck in both hands and rode him.
He lifted his head, went in, and sucked her nipple in his
mouth.
She made a low noise and went faster.
He switched nipples but cupped her free breast and pinched
the slick bud in rhythm with her bounces.
He held the pinch and rolled as he popped her nipple out of
his mouth, tipped his head back and ordered, “Faster.”
“Baby,” she whispered, but didn’t adjust speed.
He spanked her ass.
She went faster.
Jag slid a hand up her spine, into her hair, pulling it
back, arching her in front of him.
Her pussy clamped hard simultaneously with her gasp.
Jag’s balls drew up.
Her tits bounced, nipples dark and peaked.
He looked down and saw his cock swallowed again and again by
her trimmed bush.
Fuck.
Hot.
Too hot.
Her work was done.
He surged up, filling her, twisted, fell down with her on
her back on the couch, and he took over.
She wrapped her legs around his thighs, grabbed his ass, and
slid her finger to the first knuckle inside him.
Fuck.
Hot.
He grunted, reached between them and pinched her clit.
That did it.
She cried out and blew.
Then he blew, bucking deep and spewing a big load even if it
was the fifth time he’d come that day, the third time that evening.
He came down and rode her gentle.
She circled her finger slowly inside him and tongued the
skin of his neck and ear as she did, and when he pulled out, she did too.
He rolled so his back was to the back of the couch.
She kissed his collarbone, raked her teeth over his nipple,
and slid off the couch.
He watched the silk of her robe dance along her round ass as
she walked to her bathroom.
Jag repositioned to lying on his back and raked his fingers
in his hair from his forehead back.
And he kept them there.
He stayed that way even after Archie came back and stretched
out on top of him.
“Seems fucking you produces unending amounts of my jizz.”
Her body rocked with her laughter.
He shoved a hand between them until he found the tie on her
robe. He tugged it then pushed the fabric aside so they were full-length skin
against skin and his hands had unfettered access to the rest of her.
Then he took advantage of that unfettered access.
“So we did Vail today, you wanna
do Estes Park next weekend?” he asked.
“Can we ride up Saturday and spend the night somewhere?” she
asked back.
“Does it have to be in a yurt?”
Her body shook with her humor again and she answered, “No.”
She lifted her head and pushed up so they were face to face. “Doesn’t my boy
rough it?”
“There are things I’ll sacrifice at a rally when most the
time I’m drunk as fuck and the rest of the time I’m hungover so I don’t give a
shit. If the end of the road means time spent between your legs, I want privacy
and a shower nearby that I’m not sharing with other people.”
“I’ve never been to a bike rally.”
“We’ll get on remedying that.”
“Cool,” she murmured, grinning down at him.
Using both hands, Jag pulled her thick hair behind her ears
and noted, “Good call on wait-for-it, just-us, nothing-pressing-in first fuck
session, baby. Today has been the best.”
“Totally the best,” she agreed, dipping in to touch lips.
“I’ll never forget it.”
“Me either.”
“I have a confession to make,” she announced.
“I’ve got ears,” he told her.
She grinned bigger and stated, “I’ve never fucked in a
yurt.”
He started laughing while he wrapped both arms around her
and switched their positions.
When he was on top, he looked into her eyes and promised,
“We’ll remedy that too.”
She slid her fingers across his cheek then lifted her head,
tilting it, in order to kiss him.
Jag angled his and kissed her back.
And yeah, he’d find—three more times—fucking her produced
unending amounts of his cum.
So when they eventually passed out, on some pillows and
blankets they’d dragged onto the floor, Jag had no tension in his neck or
anywhere.
And he slept like a baby.