Page 157 of Boyfriend of the Hour
“I assume that’s a joke.” His finger drew up my center, toying gently there, teasing the space without penetrating. Drawing patchy breaths and the occasional gasp in response. “But I’m not feeling very funny.”
Then he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. And the other one before he removed his glasses and set them on a bedside table.
“There was a second part to number five,” he said as he leaned back down, close enough that I could feel his breath heating the sensitive skin of my thighs. “An addendum, if you will. Do you remember?”
He licked straight up. I moaned in response.
“‘D-don’t be stingy with your tongue,’” I recited, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
I could feel that delicious smile against my thigh. “I don’t intend to.”
And then he set to work, placing my legs over his big shoulders so he could splay me open for him while his mouth sampled my darkest spaces, licking, nipping, even slipping his tongue inside me to taste it all. I moaned without a care, grabbed for the curls that were everything I’d dreamed they’d be, ground my hips against that intrepid tongue, even more when it was replaced by a finger, then two. His lips closed around my clit, and he sucked gently, then a little harder as his fingers curved inside me. Every part of me squeezed as a squeal slipped from the back of my throat.
Soon, I was practically singing as his hand worked harder in tandem with his mouth. It was too much, all too much. The pliancy of his lips, the delicate swipe of his tongue, the slick pressure of his finger, the scrape of stubble on my thigh. I wanted it all but needed more as he drove me higher, higher until I couldn’t help but explode in light and desire around him.
“NATHAN!” I shouted as I came hard enough that I swore the walls of the apartment shook right along with my body.
He didn’t stop, though his movements gradually ebbed along with the pleasure pulsing through me. When I was finally ableto see clearly again, I looked up to find him watching me with a hazy expression.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. He leaned down to kiss me. “And you taste so fucking good.”
I arched into his words, into him, then reached down to pass my hand over theveryobvious bulge in his black boxer briefs. “Take these off. It’s your turn.”
Looking almost bashful, Nathan stood and removed his underwear. His erection fell out, heavy and long. My mouth literally watered.
He was big. Even bigger than I had thought, having seen him once through his shorts and feeling him half asleep. For a split second, I wondered if I could take him.
My heart pounded between my legs with trepidation and desire.
“We could stop now,” he said, obviously noticing my shock.
I looked up. “Don’t make jokes like that, sir. You can’t tease me with that thing and just walk away.”
For that, I was rewarded with another blinding smile as he hauled me up from the bed for another soul-searing kiss.
“I want you,” he said against my lips. “I want to own this body, Joni. I want to sink into you so deep I forget my name. Forget my entire fucking life.”
That was all I needed.
“Number six,” I said. “Talk to her every single time. Just like that.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Nathan gently pushed me back onto the mattress. And then he was there, a heavy weight putting on a condom, then a solid rod teasing my slick entry, nudging its way in, inch by massive inch.
He took it slow, giving me extra time to get used to the sheer size of him. I sucked in a breath as he used his weight, anglingone of my legs over his arm so he could go deeper, then deeper still.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I hissed once he seated himself fully.
I was so full, so unbearably, deliciously full.
“All right?” he asked again.
“Yesssss.” I couldn’t manage any other words, head thrust back, chest up as I breathed through that ache, that overwhelming fullness.
Then he began to move. Slow, at first, a delicious withdrawal, followed by an equally controlled, patient thrust. I was already flailing and would have thought him unaffected if I hadn’t looked up and seen desperation in those eyes, along with sweat dripping down his temples. He was struggling as much as I was to keep himself under control.
I spread my legs farther, then used all those muscles, so carefully trained from years or dance, yoga, Pilates, and any other training I could find. And I squeezed.
