Page 57 of A Fine Line

I say nothing. I can’t with my words hung up on the lump in my throat. So, I do the only thing I can think of. I release her throat and take her face between both of my hands, squeezing tightly and yanking her close as I crash my mouth down onto hers without preamble.

It’s neither subtle nor slick, neither suave nor sophisticated, and soon, we’re eating at each other, our lips, teeth, and tongues dueling for dominance. Her hands grip the back of my neck. I adjust my hands on her head so one arm is wrapped behind her, my hand on her throat, keeping her where I want her.

After a few minutes, I rip myself away from her, forcing myself to lie back, to put myself at her mercy as initially planned. “Use me, sweetheart,” I say huskily. “Take what you want.”

She’s panting, her cheeks flushed, her lips and chin glistening with our mixed saliva, as her gaze moves from my face to my chest and then down to where my cock is pressing against my jeans. She pulls at the bottom of my shirt, and I sit up, yanking it over my head and tossing it aside before leaning back again.

Her hands are on the waistband of my jeans, the button undone, zipper down, and she’s pulling on the fabric until I lift my hips, allowing her to pull them down my legs. I lean forward, intent on helping her, but she slaps my hands away, so I sit back and watch her as she removes my shoes and then pulls my jeans off, tossing them to the side.

And then I’m sprawled there, completely nude, with her fully clothed and looking ridiculously pleased with herself. She sits back so she’s resting her ass on her feet, her eyes slowly appraising every inch of me, and for a moment, I think she may leave me like that—bare as the day I was born, dick in the wind.

Then, she meets my gaze and licks her lips, and any worry I had that she wasn’t going to go through with it vanishes, and I suddenly wish I had a cock ring handy.

She doesn’t bother teasing me. She wraps both hands around my dick and takes me deep until the tip hits the back of her throat, and then she’s gagging around me. My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Holy fuck.”

She gives a garbled laugh, and my toes curl because what she lacks in skill, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. Saliva runs down my cock, dripping over my balls onto the sofa beneath me, and I buck my hips up, pushing in deeper.

She glances up at me, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of her with her lips wrapped around my cock. Tears stream down her face, her mascara is smudged beneath her eyes, and her cheeks flush red with excitement, making my balls tighten. I attempt to pull back some, to ease off, but the look of confusion on her face stops me. “You better slow down unless you want me to come like some unschooled teenager.”

She does her best to smile around my dick, her eyebrows rising as she gets to work with obvious intent, and I lay back and let her have her way with me. If she wants me to come down her throat, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.

It doesn’t take her long to finish me off, and she remains kneeling between my legs, her hands and mouth continuing to work me. It’s fucking torture, and it takes all of my self-control not to pull her off me, the aftershocks of my orgasm zapping through me with every squeeze and pull of her hands and mouth on my still hard cock.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Whatever I want,” she replies, her tongue licking over my tip like a lollipop. “That’s what you told me to do—take what I want.”

“So, you’re going to suck me off all night?”

She smiles around my dick, her eyes sparkling as she licks me a few more times. Then she pulls back and says, “I want to sit on it.”

A chuckle vibrates up from my chest at her phrasing, and I reach for her, pulling her to her feet and yanking her sleep pants down her legs, where she kicks them away. I grip her hips, urging her forward, but her hands on my shoulders stop me. “Do you have a condom?”

“My jeans, in my wallet.”

She reaches over and snags my jeans from where she tossed them, and I rustle around until I find what she asked me for, then toss the clothing aside. I hold up the foil packet and ask, “You wanna do it?”

She gives me a slight smile, then tentatively takes the packet from me, ripping it open and pulling the condom out almost gingerly. I laugh again, truly baffled by her reaction to something as simple as a common prophylactic. “Have you never put a condom on a man before, sweetheart?”

Her eyes jump to mine, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment, and she raises a shoulder dismissively. But then she lowers her eyes almost ashamedly, a reaction I don’t like at all, so I squeeze her with my thighs, pulling her into me as I place two fingers under her chin and press upward until she’s looking at me again. “Don’t look away, sweetheart,” I say soothingly. “There’s nothing to be afraid or ashamed of here.”

She swallows, inhaling through her nose as she nods in acknowledgment of my words, but she remains quiet. I take the condom from her, placing it at the tip of my dick, and then, with my free hand, I grab one of hers and help her roll the latex down my shaft.

I press my hips up, and her hand tightens around me, her eyes never leaving mine as my breath hitches.

The fucking yearning.

A growl rumbles in my chest, pushing down the sudden tightness that I can’t explain, and she smiles at me almost smugly, so I ask, “Are you going to play with me or fuck me?”

Her smile shifts to coyness, and I groan and adjust myself on the sofa, reaching for her, but she moves back and tsks at me. “Nuh-uh. You said I’m in charge here.”

I narrow my eyes but drop my hands back down to rest on the cushion beneath me. “I don’t think I ever said you’re in charge, sweetheart,” I murmur. “But by all means, take charge.”

She leans in close, her eyes boring into mine as she asks, “Why did you come here, Tony?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

She smiles, rolling her eyes a bit as she laughs at my obvious lie, but she doesn’t comment. Instead, she rises to her feet and places a knee on either side of my thighs, settling her bare cunt against the hard line of my dick. She rubs her pussy up and down, pausing every few moments to grind her clit against me, her quiet gasps and whimpers making desire thrum through me like a live wire.

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