“Alright man. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” I heard his feet shuffle and the door open and close. Then we were alone in the quiet room with the bass of the club thumping against the walls around us. Being alone with him felt more right than I thought possible. If you’d asked me a month ago, I would’ve said I’d grab any chance I could at a threesome. But sitting on his lap, it made my stomach churn in discomfort. Jameson was enough man for me.
“We should probably get go—” I was cut off by his lips slamming against mine.
Jameson’s hands moved to my shoulders and down my collarbones, dropping further to tug my dress open at the V to expose my breasts. He did it slowly, dragging the edge of the material over my hardened nipples. My shoulders tensed up against my neck, scared, but excited that anyone could come barging in at any moment. But as his fingers rolled my nipples, my muscles relaxed and I fell into him, enjoying the zing of excitement that shot to my clit.
Jameson latched onto my neck and sucked up to my ear. Placing his hands on my thighs, he dragged them up under my flowing shorts and whispered, “I’m going to finger this sexy fucking pussy. You okay with that? You okay with me feeling how wet you are? How greedy your cunt is for my fingers?”
I dropped my head to his shoulder, taking in as much oxygen as my lungs could get. I was falling into a cloud of sex, losing all inhibitions. “Please,” I whimpered, needing to feel him inside me.
He bit down on my shoulder, pulling a cry from my lips as his hands tugged my thong aside. His hands pushed my legs wider, spreading them as far as they would go. I refused to lift my head, instead enjoying the feel of his fingers dragging the wetness from the bottom of my opening to rub across my clit.
“Do you regret asking him to leave? Do you want to share your pussy?” Jameson asked into my neck.
“No,” I gasped out. “You’re all I want. All I need.”
His growl vibrated from his chest into my breasts. “Good.” Sinking two fingers roughly into my pussy, he continued. “Good. This pussy is mine. I own Evelyn’s pussy. I am the only one who gets to touch it. Fuck it. Taste it.” I panted each time he pushed hard into me, crying out as his thumb started with wide circles around my clit, closing in on the prize. “Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me.”
“It’s yours.”
He pulled out and slapped my pussy before shoving his fingers back in, deeper. “Say your pussy is mine.”
“My pussy is all yours, Jameson.” I could deny this man nothing when he rocked his thumb back and forth across my clit.
He bit down on my bottom lip and rolled his fingers inside me, hitting my g-spot, detonating my body. My toes curled and a heated flush spread from my core, up my breasts to my neck and into my cheeks. Needing to feel more, I moved my hand up to my hard nipples and rolled them, tugging harder with each squeeze of my walls around Jameson’s thick fingers fucking me.
He softly brought me down from my peak before he growled, “My turn,” and pushed me off his lap to the ground.
I didn’t hesitate. I had been feeling his hard dick pressing into my ass for the past fifteen minutes, and I was ready for it. My knees hit the ground and I leaned back, my heels digging into my bottom as I reached forward to open his pants. Taking in his parted lips and hazy eyes, I lowered the zipper and tugged. He lifted up to get his pants down far enough to release his long shaft and balls.
The sound of my nails digging into his pants as they dragged down his thighs mixed with our heavy breathing in the quiet room. I wanted to tease him and drag out his pleasure, but when my tongue flicked across the head of his cock and I heard his deep groan, I couldn’t hold back and opened my mouth, taking in as much of him as possible until he pushed against the back of my throat.
Wrapping one hand around the base of his dick, I reached my other for his balls, tugging softly. I moved my hand and my mouth in tandem as I bobbed up and down, sucking hard each time I reached his swollen head. When I felt him getting close, I decided to tease him a little and dragged my tongue up the back, staring up at him, making sure he was watching me as I dipped my tongue into the slit before wrapping my lips back around the head.
My fingers teased the spot behind his balls and he lost control. He let go of the chair and gripped my long waves in a fist, pushing me to take him back into my mouth and suck faster and harder. When I slowed down, he would pump his hips, forcing me to take more. Feeling Jameson lose control and fuck my face made me want to reach down and make myself come again. But I didn’t want to take my hands away from pleasuring him.
I focused my efforts and sucked harder, twisting my hand at the base of his cock. When my finger reached back and gently circled his opening, he jerked upward pushing in so far my gag reflex kicked in. Keeping up my assault, I let him use me and lost myself in his heavy breathing and deep groans.
His fist tightened in my hair and I felt his balls pull up tightly. “I’m gonna come,” he barely panted out.
When I didn’t pull away, he continued pumping until warm salty streams hit the back of my throat. Swallowing quickly, I continued to flick my tongue around his twitching cock, prolonging his orgasm.
His hand finally released my hair and I pulled back, licking every last bit of cum from him until he pulled me away. “Fuck that is so hot, Evelyn. So fucking hot,” he breathed, looking at me in wonder.
I placed one last kiss on the tip of his cock before rising from my knees and helping him put his softening penis back in his pants. “You going to be able to walk back to our room?” I laughed.
“If it means I get to fuck you, then I will force my legs to work.” He was still lounging back in the chair but began moving to sit up, getting ready to stand.
“Aw, poor Jamie-Boy, the big mountain of a man was slayed by a tiny little blow job,” I taunted.
“Woman, that was no tiny blow job.” He finally stood from the chair and followed me to the door. “I think that just shattered my world.”