Page 33 of The Dire Reaction

I do this to him. A surge of pride rolls through me as I flatten my tongue against him for the first time. His skin is velvety smooth, pulled tightly over the rigid steel of his erection. He tastes like a margarita with too much tequila. Salty, sweet, burning in a rich potent aftertaste. It makes me want more.

When I suck the tip into my mouth, he groans, throwing his head back. A spurt arcs down my throat, but I surprise myself by swallowing it greedily. I always thought this would make me gag, would be a turn off, but every drop he gives me just makes me hungrily seek more. Watching his Adam’s apple bob and his hand gripping his thigh so hard his knuckles turn pale makes me squeeze my own thighs together. My clit throbs seeing him barely maintain control.

Seeing his chest heave forces a moan from my own throat. He spasms at the vibration, another hot ribbon of silky cum shoots down my throat.

Oh, my god, I want to suck him dry. Every drop I get from him rockets me higher until I feel my belly tighten and I cry out my climax around him. His fingers tighten in my hair and he pushes himself into me, nearly choking me with a flood of his release. Squeezing my hands around him, I try to curb his thrusts into my mouth, stretching my cheeks, pushing against the back of my throat. He pulses within me, and burst after burst of hot fluid burns its way down as his hips spasm on the edge of his chair.

With a roar, he pushes my head back and I gasp, swallowing the remnants in my mouth.

“Fuck, Dani, I’m sorry. I nearly drowned you.” He’s still leaking beads from his narrow slit, rolling down his wet hard length to gather around my fingers. He’s still rock hard.

I clear my throat. “I didn’t know guys had this much.” I can feel the heat on my cheeks when I look up at him, my hands still stroking his rigid cock.

“I don’t think it’s normal,” he says with a panting grin, his dark blond hair falling over his eyes. His fingers loosen in my hair as he gently massages my scalp. “It only started doing this after I got sick. Now, it happens every time I think of you.”

Wow. My medically minded brain tries to kick in, even as I lean forward to lick around the lip of his mushroomed head. I wonder if it’s the regenerative ability that replenishes so quickly? Maybe that’s why our appetites are so much larger? Now, I wonder if I’ll get full before he stops coming.

I want to find out.

Wrapping my lips back around him, I ravenously start sucking again, twisting my hands up and down his length, now wet with my own saliva.

“Take off your shirt.” I hear him groan, his voice husky as his cock jumps in my mouth. Keeping my lips around him, I unbutton my cotton blouse and then my bra. The exposure makes my nipples harder as the fabric tickles down around my thighs.

When my fingers touch him he spurts again, the tangy hot fluid coursing over my tongue pulls another moan from my throat.

He pulls out of my mouth, mid-stroke, and his hot cum pulses over my neck. His eyes grow wide when we both freeze.

His thumb slowly rubs a bead into my sweaty skin, and his nostrils flare.

When he leans forward, his eyes are nearly black.

“Do you know how fucking good that smells? My scent on your skin is the best thing I have ever inhaled.” His nose is buried against my cheek, his heavy breathing coursing down my bare chest.

Suddenly, my arms are pulled up and he flings me over his shoulder as if I’m weightless.

Chapter nineteen

SAM

Thatsmell.Whenmybeads of cum hit her hot sweaty skin, it was a raging primal synapse that fired. Like baking soda and vinegar, a volcano of the most intoxicating smell exploding from the smooth skin of her throat.

And now I’m carrying her like a caveman back to my bed. Her breasts rub against my shoulder blade, each nipple grazing burning lines as she sways.

I peel her sneakers off before I hit the door, and stand her on my mattress. Her hands alight on either side of my neck with her beautiful trimmed pussy right at eye level.

Shedding my boots and my own shirt, I feel her hands trace fiery lines across my chest, her thumbs scratching the pebbles of my nipples with her nails.

I want her naked. Now. Fighting the urge to grab and yank her leggings off, I find one hand thrusting two fingers back into her wet slit, my other pushing down on the damp fabric of her pants. Nearly dangling in the air, her toes dance across the fabric of the bed as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth opens to match. Trembling thighs grip my arm when I hoist her closer to me with my fingers still buried deep in the tight confines of her sheath.

“I should just carry you around with me all day like this,” I drawl. The blush of red that flares up her neck is mine now. No longer resisting the urge, I pull her against me, latching onto the hollow of her neck like a vampire. I leave a trail of glaring red marks on her skin. She whimpers and rolls her hips on my hand. Her gyrations intensify as I work my way up. A final hard nip, her soft flesh between my teeth, my nose pressing against the velvet lobe of her ear, sends her crying out in shuddering spasms, her hands clinging to my neck. Her pussy is clenching my fingers so tightly I don’t know if I could free them.

“Holy shit, Sam,” she moans against my neck. “Everything you do feels so good.” Another shiver runs through her making her hard nipples press against my chest.

“Then I want to do everything to you, Dani. I want to fuck every inch of you until my scent oozes out of your pores.”

She stiffens in my arms as her head flies up, wide eyes meeting mine. Her perfect thighs tighten again around my arm as her heartbeat quickens, thundering in my ears. “I’m, um, I’m not very, um, experienced.” She chews on her pouty lower lip. Ribbons of white and pink flicker across its petulant surface as she presses.

With her feet still floating in the air, I walk closer to the soft embrace of the heavy comforter, lowering her down with my hand still lodged firmly between her legs, my fingers rubbing the soft cords within her.

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