Page 39 of My Super Sexy Spy
“How do you…never mind. I don’t even want to know.”
“Remember that guy…the one with the Phillies hat, sitting at the table next to you at Luigi’s…? You told me the show was over as you left.”
I bucked against him in rage. “That was you!”
“Yep. Poor, old, sad sack Jared. What the hell did you see in that guy?”
I gritted my teeth together and wondered if I could have sex with someone when I was so damn pissed at him right now.
“Jared was safe. And he told me the truth!”
“Hey, I told you the truth just now about my dick.”
Which he was rubbing up and down between my ass cheeks in a way that made me nervous. How the hell would those little pierced balls feel pressed up inside my ass?
But then I could feel Ted kissing my shoulders and dragging his tongue down my back.
“I’m a lights-on guy. And I’m going to fucking devour you. I know you’ve had sex, Beth. But have you ever been fucked?”
Not really. “Of course I have.” Now who was the liar?
“Hmm,” he hummed at the crevice right where my back met my ass. His lips were doing something that made me tickle but before I could wiggle free, he bit my ass cheek hard.
“Ow!”
“A little pain mixed in will intensify the pleasure. Trust me. It’s about the person dicking you.”
That sounded familiar, but then he flipped me over again like I was a pancake and knelt between my legs. Looking at him I could see there was a gleam in his eyes, which suggested I might be really in over my head.
With Ted. Who I had once thought of as the safe guy.
Cupping my ass cheeks in his hands, he lifted me to his mouth and without a second’s hesitation he thrust his tongue between my trimmed pussy lips. Jared had tried to do this to me once, but he’d literally been holding his breath while he did it, which made me so self-conscious I stopped him.
Ted licked me like I was an ice cream cone. Like he was in an eating contest and I was the bucket of wings. Like he wasn’t going to stop. Ever.
It was too much. “Ted, stop. Please…I can’t think.”
“You’re not supposed to think during oral, baby. You’re just supposed to feel.”
Then he took my clit between his lips and I thought I was going to fly apart. His tongue was flicking back and forth over it, when I felt his finger penetrate me.
Geezus, even his fingers felt thick. I could feel my pussy squeezing around him, could feel my orgasm shooting up my body, but then abruptly he stopped. Holding me still, as he scooted closer.
“I think I want you to come on my cock instead,” he said, and that was all the notice I had before he thrust inside me.
“Holy shit!” I screamed. I’d never been filled like this. And that piercing…? Oh my God! It was rubbing and rubbing over the same spot again and again. It felt like my body was exploding. Like my eyes were going to burst from my head. Nothing had ever prepared me for this.
So, this was fucking. He was hammering into me over and over. One hand on my hip to keep me where he wanted me, the other he slid up my stomach and started pinching my nipples.
Hard enough that it hurt and felt good at the same time.
“That’s it, baby. Look at you take my cock. Like you were made for me. I bet you like sex now. You want me to turn the lights off?”
No. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to see me. With my nose ring and my tattoo and my tiny boobs and flat stomach. I wanted him to watch me take him. Take his big cock and his piercing without holding anything back.
“Fuck, you are tight and hot. You wanna come now? Or maybe not.” He pulled out of me and it was like losing an appendage. As if in that short time my body had decided his dick was mine.
“Ted! Don’t stop. You can’t stop.”
