Page 11 of Chasing Storm

He stays in the shower, and I pat his hands, stepping out and drying off. In the bedroom, I plump up the pillows, pull down the sheets, and spray some fragrance on the bed.

Joey comes in and gives me a wicked grin. “Cute. Now we’ll smell of lavender and cum.”

I flip him off. He grabs and pulls me against him, tossing us onto the bed. His playfulness has me laughing, but it doesn’t last. Joey’s on top of me, his erection between us, and he’s kissing me from hairline to jaw. Open-mouth kisses. Nips. Licks. Whispering tender words, words that melt my insides, all the while, his hand massages my breasts. His heavy breathing, devotion, and moans is foreplay enough. I’m wet for him. The air steams from our heat.

Joey rolls onto his back. “Sit on my face.”

This position embarrasses me, afraid I’ll smother him. Since I don’t move fast enough, Joey arranges my knees by his head, so I’m kneeling over his face.

He pats my butt. “Sit back.” I lower, and as I do, Joey slides down until I’m over his face, leaning forward. His tongue runs from my entrance to my clit, and I moan through the duration. It’s hypnotic what he’s doing, which is different. Joey’s thumbs open my labia, and he blows onto my core. The tip of his tongue dabs along the slit, circles my clit, slides back down, and inside me. It’s erotic how he keeps the pace until he sucks my clit into his mouth, teeth biting enough to pinch, releases and blows on it. No longer embarrassed, I’m grinding into his face, unable to hold back from his ministrations.

Joey’s hand leaves me as he reaches for the lube, flips the cap open and I hear a spurt come out. He rubs it on his hands, tossing the lube to the side, and then I feel his thumbs again, spreading me for him. Fingers splayed over my butt cheeks, he massages my plump flesh, never losing focus on my pussy. My nerves are on overload, causing me to lock up, and come on his face. My body goes into an uncontrolled Tourette’s phase. This doesn’t stop Joey. He continues to assault my sensitive clit while his fingers knead my butt toward my backend. A part of his finger slips inside of my ass, which I’d like to refer to as my starfish, and a moan escapes me. A moan. Like I’m enjoying it. The sensation of his finger moving in and out of my ass, along with his mouth on my pussy, forces out another orgasm. By this point, my entire body is shaking from exertion.

From there, Joey slips out from underneath me, kneeling behind and lifting my hips up. He enters me as my body is still quivering. His pelvis snaps forward, and he smacks my butt as he retreats. I suck in a breath and look over my shoulder at him smirking. Another snap, slap, and a thumb sinks into my starfish. His thumb keeps in time with his pelvis. In and out. Circling. His other hand slinks between my thighs, rubbing my painful clit raw. All at once, snap, thumb, rub, and I’m screaming his name. The entire building has got to hear because it’s a combination of pain and pleasure.

I collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily, tears leaking from my eyes. I’m like a pile of wet blankets. Joey places the pillows underneath my hips, propping me up. A finger slides into me, pulsing, and the other hand spreads my cheeks apart. Then his tongue swirls around my starfish, the sensitivity beyond comprehension. It’s phenomenal. My hands fist the sheets, struggling for my next breath, while Joey’s tongue and finger occupy my pussy and ass. Another explosion.

I’m whimpering, rolling my forehead against the bed. “Joey, I can’t take another orgasm. My body is on the verge of melting into the mattress, leaving only my trembling bones.”

He puffs out a laugh. “Pretty dramatic. And that’s how I want you.” He shoves another pillow under me, hiking up my hips even more. “Now stay relaxed, Tea. When I press in, you’ll feel pressure, but don’t tense, okay?”

I bury my face in the bed and nod.

He slaps my ass, and my head turns to the side as he asks, “What did I say?”

“Not to tense.”

His hand smooths over the burn of his slap. Next, the cold gel drips onto my ass, and he smears it inside the crack and some in my hole. I watch as he adds a handful of lube to his cock, stroking it while staring at my ass. He places the head of his cock against my starfish and presses against it. I tense right away. He smacks my butt and I loosen again.

It’s instinctual to squeeze my butt cheeks together, but I concentrate on relaxing by counting. The head of his cock pushes against the ring in my ass, and with all the lube, he’s able to get the head past it.

“How are you feeling, Tea?”

“Full.”

Joey’s beautiful laugh calms me. “Good, Love. I’m going to inch in a little at a time. You’ll feel pressure, maybe a little pain, but it shouldn’t be a lot. If it’s too much, tell me.”

I bury my face back into the mattress after telling him I will.

Joey rocks into me, smallish amounts, stretching me to the point of minor pain. My teeth bite into my lip, feeling his cock find more space. My toes curl from the pain, but I want to give him this for his birthday. I psych myself out, chanting in my head that I can do it.

Joey’s finger presses against my clit. “I’m halfway in, Tea. Breathe.” I let out an exhale. “Any pain?”

I squeak out, “Some.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

My head shakes as I say, “No. Just give me a minute to adjust.” I’m breathing harshly.

Joey’s hands brush circles over my ass. It’s soothing. He squeezes more lube in my crack, and with more on his hands, wipes it along my tender core. Bending over, he places kisses along my shoulders, upper back, and down my spine. He’s so loving that I ease into the bed.

With one last kiss, and his hips pulling back, he says, “I’m going to start moving in and out.”

And when he does, the nerves in my ass scream at the rest of my body. In and out. After several minutes, it becomes bearable, and I find myself angling my ass further in the air.

“That’s my girl.”

I watch him over my shoulder, staring at my ass as his cock emerges and disappears into my starfish. His head falls back, and his groans and moans make me wetter. Now the pace increases. His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me toward him while pushing into me. I keep quiet because I love the way he sounds in sexual bliss. Erotic. He repeats my name like the lilting of a violin—rich, haunting, and in a way, mournful, as if he doesn’t want this connection to end. Except the lube douses the fire in my ass. My fingers drill away at my clit, and I cry out when another orgasm clenches my insides, shattering me into a million pieces. Joey’s hips snap back and forward, groans increase, and then he’s in all the way, holding me in place and coming in my ass. The warmth floods me and overflows down my thighs.

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