Page 30 of Something Real with the Sea Monster
“Yes already!” I crawl off his lap, drag my dress over my head and drop it to the floor where it belongs. Then I make short work of my bra and panties. When I straighten again, I’m standing naked in front of Jack wearing only the strappy black heels I came in.
He’s frozen in the act of unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth is literally hanging open and his eyes look a little glazed over. “Oh god, you…” He drags a hand over his face. “You’re gorgeous.”
That look and the whispered way he breathes the words has my pussy throbbing all over again. Too impatient to wait, Iclimb back into his lap and tear at the buttons on his shirt, thrusting my hands beneath the fabric to feel the firm ridges of his muscled abs. He groans into my mouth as our lips clash together. It’s rough. It’s desperate. It’s everything I wasn’t aiming for, but I can’t help it.
The sizzle between us has taken over control, and the pressure inside me feels like I’m going to explode. It needs an outlet. Now.
I pull back just enough to gasp, “Please say I can touch you.”
Jack’s hand is already on my neck dragging my mouth back to his. “You can do anything you want to me, Tegan. You don’t have to ask.”
I don’t have time to argue that consent applies to men too. We can do that later.
Reaching between us, I cup the bulge I find between his legs and squeeze. Jack curses and bucks beneath me. So I do it again.
“Fucking hell, Tegan. Do you want me to come in my pants?”
I laugh because I feel the same. “No. I want you to come in my pussy. Do you have condoms?”
“In my pocket.” For a moment we struggle to wrestle the packets from his back pocket and open his jeans so we can free his cock. In the end, Jack lifts us both to retrieve the condoms while I fumble his fly open. When his thick cock is in my hand, we both let out a sigh. He’s hot and heavy. It’s big and uncut, with enough moisture already beading at the tip to make it slick. I wrap my hand around him and gently roll the condom down his shaft.
His eyelids flutter closed. “Fuck.”
Between my legs I’m just as slick and ready. The throb in my cunt has become a steady heartbeat, insistently reminding me of how much I need this.
Impulsively, I lift on my knees until I can bring the head of his cock to my entrance.
His eyes widen. “Tegan, what are you—?”
I search his face. “Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you now. OK?”
“I thought you’d need more build up, but if you’re ready, I’m dying to feel you.”
With a sigh, I slide all the way down in one swift motion. The stretch of his thickness inside me makes me moan, and I have to fight to keep from clenching around his shaft. I don’t know how sensitive he’ll be, and I don’t want this to be over before it begins. “Oh I’m ready. Mmm you want to know how good you feel?”
Tentatively, Jack brings his hands to my hips, and I experiment with a small rocking motion. “Oh god. Tell me. I’m imagining but tell me.”
I suck in a breath as I roll my hips again, sending a wave of pleasure through my core. “So good. So fucking good. I’m going to move now. You good?”
He nods. “Whatever you need. You take it.”
After that I don’t hold back. Planting my hands behind me on his thighs, I slide up and down on his cock. A roll of my hips adjusts the angle until he hits the perfect spot. My pussy squeezes, and I start to shake.
Jack is staring at the place we’re joined, watching as I drop down over him to swallow his cock on every rise and fall. His hands tighten on my hips. “Tegan, fuck. You look so fucking good on my cock. Keep going.”
No way I’m stopping now. “Touch me. Pinch my nipples.”
He lifts his hands and cups my breasts tentatively.
“Harder.” My breath is coming in short sharp little puffs as I ride him.
He squeezes me, but I hardly feel it.
“Harder!”
This time he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulls them as I bounce on his cock. Thesensation tweaks a chord of pleasure from my tits to my clit, and I throw my head back and cry out. “Yes. More.”
I’m riding him frantically now. Up and down with no mercy. The slapping of our bodies connecting joins the ragged gasps of our breath and the grunts and moans of delight each time he hits that place inside me.
