Page 49 of Tesio
Her nose scrunched up and she glared at me. “Disgusting. You don’t have condoms again?”
I grinned, moving up to straddle her bare legs. “Wasn’t exactly expecting to get laid last night, but I guess I shoulda been a boy scout and been prepared, huh?”
“Pig. Hang on.” I half thought she was gonna throw me out, but hell, instead she rummaged in the drawer beside the bed, and produced the one thing I really didn’t want to see. A fucking condom. Why was I so into taking her bare? I mean, we’d only done it the once, but it felt like heaven, and I wanted that again.
“I’m clean,” I protested, like a complete bastard, because if she insisted, I wasn’t really about to refuse, was I?
“So am I, but what if the implant isn’t completely effective? I don’t think you want a baby, do you?”
Fuck’s sake. I grabbed the little foil packet and tore it open, backing off the bed to strip off and trap my poor dick inside the condom.
“Just saying, I really liked being inside you without one,” I murmured as I climbed back on top of her, and leaned down to kiss her.
“One more word, Grease, and you can wear it home, and go unsatisfied.”
“So sexy when you’re bossing me around, little pain,” I said with a grin, as I dragged my dick back and forth over those wet lips of hers, and then pressed deep inside her.
“You gonna keep sassing me, or shut it while you take this cock, huh?” She opened her mouth to speak and I grinned, pulling back and slamming deep once more. Her words disappeared into a throaty moan, and hell, that’s a sound I want more of from those lips.
“I’m sorry, little pain, I didn’t catch that… wanna try again?” Every time she tried, I rammed my cock in her hard enough to turn her attempt at words into nothing more than an incomprehensible sound of pleasure and, maybe a touch of pain, because those go hand in hand when they’re done right.
What I love about this woman… wait…love?What I deeply like about this woman is how she fucking surprises me at every opportunity. Her small fingers suddenly latched around my throat and squeezed, and hell, nobody told me how fucking good that felt when my cock was deeply embedded in a hot wet pussy, but damn. My cock literally twitched inside her, and I choked on the groan that tried to escape.
“Sorry, Grease, cat got your tongue?” The savage grin on Jamie’s face was just another fucking level of the amazing she hopefully didn’t show any others, because I wanted it all for me. Jesus. Am I getting in too deep here? Do I fucking care?
“That the… best… you got?” I wheezed out as she squeezed tighter. Fuck it, if she kept that up, I was gonna nut before I was done.
“Grease, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but stop being a prick and get me off!”
My laugh was a little ragged, I’m ashamed to say, but fuck me, she just practically nailed me in the balls with that sexy sass.
“Yes… ma’am…” I started fucking her without all the pausing and winding her up, because now we were both on that fucking knife edge, and I wanted her coming before me, or at least with me.
“Harder, Grease.” Fuck me. She’s gonna kill me, and not with the loosening grip on my throat.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I fisted my fingers in her short hair, and pinned her in place to take every deep, savage thrust, and she rose to meet me every fucking time. She liked it hard, and I knew exactly how to give her just that.
Jamie
Ihad no ideawho the hell I was channelling in this moment, but a win against Grease, and that mouth of his, was pretty much the icing on the cake. That orgasm that had been lingering, and ebbing and flowing, every time he wasted valuable time by speaking, was peaking at last, and one more crash of his body against my clit sent me over the edge, pleasuring roaring, rather than rippling through me, as my body tried to embed itself in him.
“Fuckkk…” he rasped, as his hips stuttered and he groaned long and low, and I could feel him twitching inside me. If I hadn’t insisted on condoms, he’d be coating me again, marking me as his. What the fuck? I’m not his. I blame orgasm brain.
Grease slumped over me, bearing most of his weight as he nuzzled my throat, and pressed his lips against my pulse.
“I really like how rough you like it, little pain,” he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my neck, and a ripple of gooseflesh at his chuckle.
“Can you get off now?” I didn’t know why I was suddenly wanting to push him away, maybe it was the intimacy of this single moment, but I just needed distance. I needed to breathe.
“Already did,” he murmured, lifting up on his arms to stare languidly at me.
“Grease.”
“What’s got you flapping all of a sudden, huh? You got off, I felt it, and you’re welcome.”
Ugh. I shoved at his chest, and he laughed, rolling off of me, and hurriedly gripping the condom as he slid out of me.
