Page 8 of Sticking Around

I lightly pet her, and blow a breath over her quivering clit, and her entire body quakes. I stay between her legs, wanting to fall asleep with my mouth on her, my fingers inside, but my cock has other ideas. So does Lanie, judging by the way she’s tugging at me. I lift my head and grin at her.

“Something else you need to see?” I ask, and swipe my tongue over my lips to taste her again.

She crooks her finger, and I’m about to climb up her body when she stops me. “Up on your knees.”

I momentarily hesitate. If it wasn’t for the lust in her eyes, I’d think she was tossing me out after her orgasm. I do as she says, and my cock twitches, my crown spurting pre-cum as it peeks out of my boxers. I arch a questioning brow as she gives me a mischievous grin.

“I think I might want to kiss the cod,” she says, a hint of laughter in her eyes.

My head rears back. “What? Seriously? Right now?”

She chuckles, tugs on my pants until my cock springs free, and wraps her small fingers around the length of me. I run a shaky hand through my hair. “Jesus.”

Her warm breath washes over my crown and pre-cum drips from my slit as she leans in and wraps her full lips around my cock. “Mmm…” she murmurs around a mouthful.

“Fuck me.”

She tilts her head, and lust, need and playfulness dance in her eyes as they meet mine. My cock slips from her mouth and she murmurs. “That sounds like a good idea. But I’m not quite done kissing the cod.” Her hot breath fires my blood and she turns her attention to my cock as it throbs in her hand. She stares at me, like she’s committing my dick to memory. I’m about to tell her she doesn’t have to sketch anything with her mind. Fuck, she can put her mouth on me anytime she likes. My words fall off as she stretches her lips around me again, taking me to the back of her throat.

I grip her long dark hair and wrap it around my hands as she takes me deep, and since it’s actually been a while for me too, I bite down on my cheek to tamp down the urgency in my body. Her hands follow the action of her wet mouth, and I shake, pleasure gripping hard, too hard. I need to be inside her. Need to feel her hot body wrapped around my dick.

I gently tug on her hair. “Fuck. Now.”

My dick stands at attention as she takes her mouth off my cock, and I give a little push until she’s flat on her back, her legs wide open, her body mine for the taking. I jump from the bed, my eyes still on her sexy body, her nipples specifically as they poke through the lace material, and tear my pants and boxers from my body in record time. So much for tamping down my urgency.

She writhes and lifts her hips, welcoming me into her body and seconds before I climb over her, I remember I need a condom. I might not be having a lot of sex lately, but I’m always prepared. I pick my pants back up and her eyes drop, the lust in her eyes clearing as she turns her head and stares off into the distance. What, did the sight of the foil package momentarily bring her back to reality and remind her that I’m simply a fuck toy? But that’s all she wants, right? Hell, it’s what I want, too.

Don’t forget that you can’t be anything more to her, dude.

At that painful reminder, I rip into the foil and lust returns to her eyes as I sheathe myself and climb back onto the bed. I fall over her and tug down on her lacy top to expose her perfect pink nipples. Hard and pert and waiting for my mouth. I admire her for a moment the same way she admired my cock and wet my lips before murmuring, “So pretty.”

Her arms snake around my body, and her fingers explore my back as I lick on a bud and pull it into my mouth to savor the sweet taste and texture. So fucking good. She arches into my mouth as I move my body, settling my dick between her legs. I rock against her, rubbing up against her wet heat.

“Brady, please,” she whimpers, and I tear my mouth from her breast and press them to her mouth for a ferocious kiss as I shift until my cock is at her opening. Our eyes meet and lock and I soften the kiss, our lips barely touching as I move my hips and slide all the way inside her. Our groans mingle, and despite the need hitting like a runaway puck, I go still, basking in the way her muscles tighten around my dick. I slide my arms under her, holding her tight as I sink into her body, wanting to curl up in it and live there forever. But she has other plans. She begins to move, bucking against me, and I go up on my elbows so I can piston into her.

I pull out and slide back in, and a garbled noise catches in my throat as I briefly close my eyes as intense pleasure builds inside me. “Jesus, you are so hot and tight.”

“More. Harder.”

I grip the back of her shoulders, and give her what she wants, despite the fact that I’m so fucking close to the edge. I pound into her body, hammer her with my cock, my brain completely shutting down, nothing mattering but this woman and the pleasure I want to give her.

“Brady, God…Brady.”

“I know,” I breathe out, and capture her mouth with mine again, swallowing her cries of pleasure so they can live inside me. We move together, each giving and taking until her sweet pussy tightens around my cock, and the second her hot juices sear me, I throw my head back and let go, pumping seed into the condom, and oddly enough, wishing we didn’t have the barrier.

I stay inside her as I flop down on top of her body, shifting so I don’t crush her with my weight. She runs her fingers lightly over my back, and it tickles but I like it. After a long moment she breaks the quiet.

“I really needed that.” I lift my head and she smiles at me. “Thank you.”

I laugh. “I don’t think anyone has ever thanked me for sex before.”

Surprise lights her face. “Really, never? I mean, you’ve been with…”

Her words fall off and that familiar troubled look is back.

“No, never, and I should be the one thanking you,” I say, working to keep things light.

“Now that’s a first for me, too.”

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