Page 13 of Jig's Last Dance

What commences is a cutthroat series of games where I hold my own, but I’m no match for him. At the end, he drops his controller with a shout and turns to me with a burning stare.

I squirm, damning my flushed cheeks when he palms his dick and says gruffly, “I’m gonna enjoy the fuck out of this.”

My core pulses. I roll my eyes to cover my unease before I drop to the floor before him and rub my hands up his thighs. He bucks under my touch, and when I glance up, I find him staring at me with his lush lip caught between his teeth.

Biting back a whimper, I grab his shorts and pull them back, revealing his erection. The brief glance before did not do him justice, and I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it’s not the behemoth that emerges. Pulsing warmly in my hands, the head is already wet with his pleasure.

To my surprise, he has a piercing. I run my finger over the barbell , my eyes flying to his when he groans. I’ve never done this before, but I’ll be damned if I admit it, so with a deep breath for courage, or maybe to open my airways, I lick the tip.

“Fuck,” he hisses, thrusting into the air, and with a small thrill, I swipe around the sides, feeling positively naughty when a string of his come breaks away.

“So hot, sunshine,” he breathes, brushing a strand of hair back from my face.

My chest clenches at the tender motion, and I shake my head to clear it before diving down the pole.

“Fuck,” he barks, grabbing my hair and tugging.

With wide eyes, I look up at him, and his jewel-bright gaze softens. “Slowly, baby. I want this to last.”

Nodding, I go back to my work, sliding around him eagerly. His little touches and needy groans spur me on, and I glance at him with a naughty smirk.

His eyes widen before darkening with desire, and I shiver when he says, huskily, “Suck the tip.”

Eager to please, I wrap my lips around the head and suck gently. The barbell feels strange against my tongue, but I pay it no mind when he gasps and grabs my hair, pumping into me in slow strokes. His dick pulses in my mouth, and I swallow to catch the saliva pooling under my tongue.

His eyes drop, and he moans. The sight is so hot that I squirm, the knowledge that I’m bringing him to his proverbial knees sending a thrill down my spine.

With slow, shallow thrusts, he invades my mouth. He’s taken control, so I can’t do much more than lick around the base and suck back my drool.

“Fuck, your mouth is hot,” he grunts, pulling my head back by my hair.

We stare at each other silently before he grabs my head and shoves me back toward his dick. Hollowing my cheeks, I drop to the base as best as I can, but I’m no match for his length and choke on the way down. The barbell brushes against my tonsils, and I cough, my throat tightening reflexively.

His hands flex against my head, and he pumps into me in a frenzy, his grunts and groans the only sounds. Squirming, I rub my legs together, hoping for a little relief, but it’s no use.

I need more. I need him.

“Fuck,” he moans, arching. I shudder, my throat closing instinctively.

His dick jumps in my mouth, and the warm wet tickle of his pleasure coats my tongue as he shudders above me. I swallow what I can before he lets me loose, and I fall back, sucking in air. But I have no time to recover because, in the next moment, I’m air born when he picks me up and drops me on the couch.

“Jig,” I squeak, but he ignores my protest, flipping up my shirt and staring at my mound.

His bright eyes flare as he looks up at me with a searing stare. “Do you taste as sweet as you look?”

“Oh,” I manage to say before he dives in, and I lose myself to the wicked sensations.

He licks between my lips, up, down, and back before spreading them and lapping at my clit. My eyes roll back. Heat surges through me in painful waves. Sucking in a breath that I exhale in a moan, I thrust into his face, clenching when he chuckles.

His head pops up, and I meet his bright eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he growls, and my heart thumps, but the brutal feeling disappears when he licks inside me and thrusts, running his tongue along my nerves. Everything burns. My skin. My veins.

I grab his hair, begging without words, and when he glances up at me, his mouth curves in a wicked grin. “You taste good too.”

“Jig,” I moan, pumping my hips into the air.

He drops between my legs, grabs my thighs, and suckles my clit between his lips. The throbbing turns to a crescendo, and I cry out, pumping against his wicked mouth. Without stopping, he slides two fingers inside me and curls them just so. Everything goes black. I close my eyes and keen as pleasure floods my system.

---