He gritted his teeth and grabbed my hand again, this time covering mine with his and showing me how to pleasure him. As I got the hang of it, he released my hand to hold on to the sheets as he threw his head back, moaning in delight. I watched as his pecs tensed and his biceps danced, and I felt my heartbeat in my throat at the sight of him.
He looked like he was enjoying himself, and I wanted to make sure that he continued to. The more I continued the motion he showed me, the louder his moans became, and as I massaged the tip of his cock, rotating my thumb over the hole, a clear liquid coated my fingers and his head shot up to stare at me. His messy blond hair tangled, and his eyes were an even more shocking blue that they almost appeared silver from the sunlight causing them to somehow grow darker as he gritted his teeth.
My nipples became tender as I watched him, and my core became wet as the words escaped me in a breath, “You’re so sexy.”
He launched forward, shoving his hand in my hair and pulling me forward so that he could drink from my lips like it was the fountain of life. I didn’t stop stroking him, learning from him to be relentless, and my need to taste more of him took control as I moved my lips to his neck, sticking my tongue out and indulging myself in the saltiness of his skin. I couldn’t get enough of him as I kissed my way to his chest, releasing his dick so I could place both hands on his chest. “Let me taste you,” I said. “All of you.”
Even I was unsure what I meant as he leaned backward with encouragement, and I kissed my way down his chest, imitating the way he kissed my breasts as much as I could. I tried to tease his hard pecs with my mouth as he did for me but his were too firm, allowing me only to press soft wet pecks against him and lick around his nipples as my lips brushed up against the blond hair on the center of his chest. I shivered with pleasure, moving my tongue against his abs, placing more small kisses there, feeling his dick bounce against my breasts as I moved even lower.
He groaned when my chin brushed against the tip of his dick, and I stared at it with need and fear. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, but as I thought about his tongue on my clit and his mouth making out with my pussy, I decided to start there, sticking my tongue out and licking the length of him like a popsicle.
“Oh, fuck me,” he mumbled to himself, hissing under his breath as he watched me. I almost wanted to stop to ask him if I was doing it right, but as I began to kiss the tip, alternating between my lips and my tongue, he reached forward, cupping my chin in his hand and tugging me toward his mouth. As I moved up to take his lips with mine, he threw his arm around my waist, pulling me on top of him so that I could feel his dick against the crease of my ass as he brought my left breast to his mouth, sucking on my nipple and grunting as if he needed it more than he needed breath itself.
I threw my head back, gripping his hair as he moved his other hand between my legs to stroke me. I began to shake again, panting as I rested my forehead against his. He moved his mouth over to my other breast as my moans increased in pitch. He kissed my neck, and my hips took on a life of their own, grinding against his lower abdomen.
“Fuck,” he said, resting his forehead against my chest, groaning along with me as I came. His fingers left my center, and my eyes were foggy from my release when I felt him slapping his dick against my ass. I looked into his eyes in confusion and the look on his face was so fucking hot when he said, “I want to watch you use me to fuck yourself.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
He put his hand in my hair, raising himself up to kiss me before whispering against my lips, “Impale yourself with me.”
He took hold of my hips while staring into my eyes, lifting me above his dick and moving my wet center against the tip of him as he bit his lip. “Take me inside you. Do whatever feels good,” he said, running his hands up my sides, massaging my breasts and tugging on my nipples.
“Oh,” I breathed as I began to rub my pussy against his dick. I needed him inside me so badly, I was willing to test out his dick from this angle, even if I had no clue how to do what he asked. I began to stretch myself over him and as his wonderful hardness stretched me, his mouth fell open along with mine. We both gasped before my eyes fluttered closed. I wanted to sing songs of gratitude when he was locked inside me.
I heard his breath shake as he said, “Fuck, you feel so fuuuuucking good.” When I opened my eyes, his eyes were closed as he licked his lips, reclining as he waited. I waited. What did I do next? I paced myself. I was stunned by how I could feel every inch of him inside of me. I could almost feel him in my belly. I moaned, still unmoving, as I let myself enjoy just having him there.
His eyes opened to stare at me in a daze before he smiled, pulling himself in a sitting position with his dick still inside me. It almost slipped out but not quite, slamming back into me once he got himself situated.
“Fuck,” we both said in shock at the impact.
He moved to place his hands underneath my legs in a rush, my heart was in my chest as I stared at him before both our phones started to alarm. I could hear his phone outside my door and mine blared like there was a friggin’ fire inside my bedroom.
We both groaned in unison and laughed at each other. “We should stop,” he said, kissing my chest. “You should really start getting ready for your interview, and I should start getting ready for work,” he said, while planting a peck on my neck, a peck that lingered before I felt his tongue slide along my skin as he growled low in his throat.
But with him inside me, I couldn’t think about anything else until I was crumbling from a satisfying release around him. I began to grind my hips against his dick with the need to relieve the buildup in my body, and he gasped as if in relief.
“Yes, that’s what I meant. Do what feels good to you,” he said between breaths and as the pleasure began to come to an earth-shattering climax, the stupid alarm screamed as if it needed us to evacuate the damn apartment.
“Can you reach that for me, please?” I asked in frustration, and he laughed, reaching over to grab it from the nightstand. “I’ll just hit snooze, for five minutes,” I said, still rubbing myself against him and sighing as the alarm quietened.
“Yeah, five minutes sounds good,” he said, lowering his voice and breathing against my lips before kissing me. “We can get a lot done in five minutes.”
Our lips reunited and the earth shook as he grabbed my hips and began to slam me down on top of him. “Oh, my, goodness, Mario, yes, fuck, yes,” I said, each word broken apart as I spoke along with the movement of my body, and when he let me go, I set off on my own, bouncing on top of him, my titties following the rhythm.
He leaned backward to watch me, groaning. “You look so good right now.”
I closed my eyes, needing to feel him hit my spot over and over again with his pleasure stick. I lost myself, vanishing to another planet as my hips ground against him, going wild as my clit brushed against him in the process.
“Fuck, Tiffany,” he said, and before I knew it, my back slammed into the mattress as he drove himself inside of me, leaving us both shaking before getting up and attempting to go to the bathroom. We hesitated as we headed there together but we were both running late. “It’ll save time if we shower together,” he suggested.
I shouldn’t have agreed to that. That was a bad idea. We both had no self-control when it came to the other and wasted even more time in the shower before finally heading out.
We drove to Crawford & Beam together because I didn’t have time to go and pick up my car from my parents’ place, and as we pulled into the parking lot, it was hard to separate from him. We shared another heated kiss, his hand drifting up my skirt before he began to undo my top and it was agony stopping him. But we managed to break apart as he wished me luck, and I headed in before him, in a rush once I checked the time.
Chapter 13
Jared