Trista
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
This is it.
My life is getting ready to change. Not in a catastrophic way, but in a way where I’m going to learn something that will make me look at the world differently from here on out.
I’m ready.
Words can’t even describe the man kneeling between my legs. He’s been seducing me all night with his words, promises, and gruff commands. Hell, even the fact he’s not treating me delicately and is throwing me into the deep end of the pool is a complete turn on because it shows his confidence in me to take what he dishes out.
But damn.
Jerico Jameson, half naked and kneeling between my legs, has got to be without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I can’t seem to stop looking at his chest, which is muscled and tanned, and leads down to a rolling six-pack of lickable abs. His chest is lightly sprinkled with hair while his stomach is smooth. There’s a trail as black as midnight just below his navel disappearing down into his pants, and I want to skim my fingers through it. His button has been undone and his zipper pulled halfway down, but all I can see is the black elastic waistband of his underwear and the outline of his erection beneath his dress pants. I want him to remove all his clothes so he will feel as vulnerable as I do, but then I merely laugh to myself because that man would never feel vulnerable in this situation.
Jerico’s hands slide along the tops of my thighs with his thumbs skimming the inside. Well before he gets to the juncture of my legs, he slides them back down and then turns his wrists so he’s gripping the back of my legs.
“Lean back,” he orders and without a thought, I comply. My back comes to rest against the cushion of the chaise lounge.
I cry out in surprise when Jerico pulls me by my legs so I slide down until I’m flat on my back. He gives me a wicked grin, and I’m completely confused when he says, “Can I get a little help here?”
“What do you mean—” I start to say, but then I gasp as two sets of strange hands clasp onto my ankles.
My head frantically turns left, then right, and I see two men standing there holding my legs for Jerico. One of them is older, maybe in his early fifties, but he looks fit and quite handsome. I’m not sure if it relieves me or makes me uncomfortable, but he’s fully dressed. The other man holding my ankle mortifies me. He’s also completely dressed, but I immediately recognize him as Jerico’s friend, Kynan, who he introduced me to the other day.
It hits me all at once that Jerico may intend to share me tonight, and I’m completely horrified with myself that my sex convulses at the thought as a brief image of me sandwiched between Jerico and Kynan flits through my brain.
What in the ever-loving hell?
I’m not that type of girl.
You are.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, but there’s nothing I can do about the pounding of my heart or the racing of the blood through my veins. I am so primed for something… anything… I can feel my pulse thumping within my clit.
“Spread her wide,” Jerico orders the men, and I groan as my legs are raised and pulled apart further. Jerico stares hungrily at my pussy, but my eyes slide over his shoulder to see a few people have come to stand behind him who are also staring where he is.
I am flooded with shame and mortification. Yet at the same time, my nipples get harder and my clit screams out for some type of relief. A trickle of my own wetness slides down the crack of my ass.
“Trista,” Jerico says softly and I focus back on him. “I’m going to feed on you.”
“What?” I practically squeak out, wondering if this is some weird vampire kink or something. Jerico grins at me, bringing his other knee to the chaise before flattening out on his stomach. His face hovers right above my sex, and he reiterates, “I’m going to feast on you. I’m going to eat this pussy. Devour it. Suck it down my throat not until you’re satisfied, but until I’m satisfied.”
“Oh, God,” I mutter as my eyes rise to the ceiling and I hear Jerico softly laughing at me.
I’m oh-so-happy he’s delighted by my ignorance.
But his mouth is on me, and my back arches off the chaise as my elbows dig into the cushion. A harsh pleasured cry tears free from my throat, and I raise my head to look down my body. Jerico’s eyes… those beautiful, green, sinful, greedy eyes… are locked onto mine. His mouth is open wide, and he is indeed feeding on me. Because my legs are being held by others, Jerico uses his hands to pull me apart and expose the most sensitive part of me, but he keeps his focus on me. I feel hypnotized by the beauty of his face, which is awash with pleasure and satisfaction over what he’s doing right now.
My blood quickens and even though his mouth has been pressed between my legs for less than thirty seconds, I can feel an orgasm brewing.
Jerico slips a thumb inside of me and presses downward at the same time his lips curve around my clit where he gently sucks at me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I vaguely hear someone say, but I don’t bother trying to look. I totally agree… what he’s doing to me is beyond hot.
It’s magical.
Jerico’s eyes flutter closed briefly, and he groans in appreciation before opening them back up to watch me. I can feel the vibration of it clear down to my toes. His teeth scrape along my flesh briefly before his tongue starts lapping at me. He starts out slowly but then builds momentum. His tongue lashes my clit back and forth before rolling around it in a circle. He repeats this faster and faster, and I realize I’m urging him on by saying, “Yes, yes, yes.”
Jerico latches onto my clit, slides two fingers into me, and sucks hard. In the blink of an eye and with no warning at all, my entire world explodes. A shriek of pleasure bursts from deep within my chest before careening up my throat and tearing out of my mouth. My hips buck so hard the older man loses his grip on my ankle. That’s okay as my leg comes down over Jerico’s shoulder. I curl it around the back of his neck, squeezing his mouth tighter to me as he continues to lick and suck. Another orgasm rolls, punching pleasure so hard through me my hips fly off the chaise again.
Jerico finally lifts his head and although he looks only at me, his words are for Kynan, “You can let her go.”
Kynan doesn’t drop my leg, but gently lowers it until it’s also draped over Jerico’s shoulder.
Jerico bestows a carnal smile at me and then proceeds to crawl his way up my body. With his elbows resting beside my ribs and his face hovering right over my face, he murmurs, “I want you to taste how delicious my meal was.”
I don’t need any further explanation. My hands slip into his hair as I pull his mouth down onto mine, feeling my wetness and then tasting it. Jerico’s tongue mates with mine as he grinds his rock-hard shaft against my pussy.
I give a tug on his hair, and he lifts his head to stare down at me in question.
“I want to do that to you,” I tell him softly and now with no shame I’m publicly displaying myself. “Let me do that to you.”
His eyes bore into mine intently. I can’t tell whether my offer pleases him or not, but he shakes his head and says, “That will be for another time. I’ve got something else planned.”
A violent tremor runs through me at the pure sensuality in his voice, and I think it actually might be another mini-orgasm.
Next thing I know, Jerico is pulling me up and flipping me around on the chaise lounge so I’m on my knees, my hands going to the rolled back of the chaise to steady myself. My gaze goes to the handful of people standing there who had been watching the way Jerico just wrecked me. I quickly lower my face because I have no desire to see what would be reflected at me in their eyes, although I’ll admit… the minute Jerico put his mouth on me, I didn’t think once about the crowd around us.
I startle when Jerico takes my wrists and pulls them behind my back, causing my body to straighten as I’m forced to balance on my knees. My pulse goes crazy again when he starts winding his tie around them, finishing off with a secure knot that I test by trying to pull my arms apart. They are stuck tight.
It’s not the first time I’ve been tied up, so I’m not concerned in the slightest. In fact, me being helpless at Jerico’s hands makes me hunger for him more than ever. Wetness slides down the inside of my thighs, which is something that has never happened to me before. Proof perhaps that my body and sexual psyche were built for these types of experiences. I have no clue if it’s because Jerico just gave me the best oral sex of my life or if it’s because I’m doing this in front of other people, but I’ve never been so turned on or had stronger orgasms in my life.
Jerico’s lips are on my shoulder, and he kisses me from behind before murmuring, “Hang tight just a second. Need to get a condom on.”
My body starts to tremble as I know I am very close to having this man fuck my brains out. Closing my eyes, I try to regulate my breathing. I can hear him rustling his pants, the tear of the foil packet, and then a soft groan from Jerico, which I imagine came from the stroke of his own hand as he put the rubber on.
I can feel him shift behind me, and he slides an arm around my stomach to pull me back against his body. His erection presses into my lower back, and I can feel the rhythm of his pulse through it.
“Open your mouth,” Jerico tells me.
I do as he commands and tilt my head to the side, assuming he wants to kiss me again. Instead, I cry out in surprise as Jerico pushes my panties into my mouth. He leans around me and brings his eyes, which are filled with mischief, to mine. I can’t tell you how much I like that look. It makes him seem more human… less like a god.
“I don’t want you to be embarrassed by involuntarily calling out my name over and over again,” he teases.
I roll my eyes at him, but that’s all I can do.
He laughs and presses his lips against my temple. His kiss is soft… gentle. He lets it linger, and that intimate gesture makes me dizzy as it’s so unexpected from a man like him.
And then he’s gone.
Back behind me with his hand to my neck, pushing my torso toward the cushion. When my cheek meets vinyl, he releases his hold on me and uses his hands to spread my legs apart. He adjusts my skirt to push it up my back, and then he’s rubbing the head of his cock against my wet opening.
While I didn’t get a look at him just now, I remember clearly how big he was when I watched that woman sucking his dick. My vaginal muscles contract in fearful anticipation. Jerico must sense it because he whispers, “Easy now. I’ll take it slow.”
I relax immediately, completely surprised I’m able to do so just because he tells me to. I don’t know this man, so I have no clue why I have this innate trust in him right now. But this is the most dangerous, intimate, and crazy thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I can’t imagine doing this with anyone but Jerico. It may have been that soft, gentle kiss, or the mischief in his eyes, but it tells me clearly that he’s a man that wouldn’t ever hurt a woman intentionally. It tells me he cherishes what we are about to do.
As he continues to rub his dick through my wet folds, I start to gyrate my hips, a silent plea—because my mouth is full of silk—to give me more.
I’m pleased to find he’s not a merciless lover who likes to torture by withholding, because he gives a tiny push and slides into me just a fraction. I groan from the pleasure as I expand to accommodate him more. I don’t have much leverage with my hands tied behind my back, but I have just enough to let me push my ass backward a tiny bit.
“Slowly,” Jerico whispers, but I hear the amusement in his voice. He pulls his cock out of me and I cry out in distress, but it makes it no further than the bottom of my throat due to the silk impediment in my mouth. When he puts the head of it back to my opening, he tells me, “Let me do the work for right now.”
I don’t respond because I can’t, but I am patiently waiting for him to give me what I need.
Jerico works himself into me with care. I am soaking wet so it’s not a difficult entrance, but he is long and wide, so he’s considerate of me. He takes his time so that my body can form to fit his cock and by the time he is fully planted inside, my entire body is on fire.
“Jesus… you’re fucking tight,” Jerico grits out as he rotates his hips against my ass. “Can’t even imagine what your ass will feel like.”
A shudder runs through me and I know Jerico feels it because he groans in response just before sliding out of me and pushing back in just a little harder.
I grunt. It’s not ladylike, but it’s appropriate. Jerico is the type of man who makes a woman grunt.
And then he fucks me.
He fucks me hard, deep, and fast. It’s the motions of a man who wants to get off quickly. Jerico’s breathing is harsh, his fingertips digging down into my hips so he can hold me in place while he pounds into me.
It feels so freaking good I think I’m going to lose my mind. My entire body feels like a live wire, electrified and ready to explode. I’ve never been able to have an orgasm without clitoral stimulation, but there’s no doubt in my mind my body is going to give me that elusive treasure before too long.
Jerico slams into me a few more times, grunting with pleasure—same as me. Then he pulls back to the tip, holds for a brutally long moment, and then merely slides into me with gentle slowness.
The sound of protest bubbles up against the panties in my mouth as my brewing orgasm starts to fade. Jerico’s hands smooth along my hips in a reassuring manner.
“Don’t worry, Trista. I’m not done with you yet.” I’m mortified Jerico knows he needs to reassure me. I don’t like coming off as needy to anyone, and I sure as hell don’t like depending on anyone for something. But God help my soul I need that orgasm I know he can give me. I’m convinced it’s the type of orgasm I’ve never felt before.
Jerico’s hands come down to the cushion by my head, his lips slide against my ear where he whispers, “Gonna try something a little different. It’s going to be intense. Not sure if you’re going to like it or not, but I really hope you do. It’s not like you can tell me to stop with those panties stuffed in that beautiful mouth of yours.”
He gives me another sweet kiss on my temple again and pulls back. My entire body tightens with fear and excitement. In my heart of hearts, I believe Jerico’s words were meant to scare me… to heighten the pleasure factor. Still, I’m nervous and he knows it. I imagine Jerico is getting off on my uncertainty and fears.
That’s okay, though. I’m getting off on them too.
Jerico pushes up. The next thing I feel is his hand grabbing my hair and wrapping it around his palm. He has a secure hold right at the nape of my neck. I know this because he tugs on my head and lifts me from the position I was in. This isn’t the most comfortable feeling as I’m being pulled up by my hair without adding any strength of my own but he’s holding such a large hank in his hand, it’s not exactly painful either.
Regardless, it turns me on. It’s a total caveman move, and I apparently have something inside of me that likes that.
When my torso is parallel to the chaise lounge and I’m suspended that way only by Jerico’s hold on my hair, he shoves his cock back into me. My back arches downward even though it pulls on my hair more as Jerico holds my head up.
He doesn’t move though. We’re suspended there, connected by his dick lodged deep in my pussy and his hold on my hair. I imagine it looks much like he’s riding a horse with my hair as the reins.
“Fuck me, Trista,” Jerico demands.
For a moment, I have no clue what he means but then my body takes over. I tentatively lean away from him, feeling his dick slide out. Jerico gives me some slack in his hold so I can accomplish this. Before he can fall free from me, I contract the muscles in my thighs to easily push back onto his cock. A thrill of pleasure runs through me when I hear Jerico give a satisfied groan. I realize that even in this precariously held position, I have some power over him.
“Just like that,” he praises me hoarsely.
I do it again. Pull away from him, feel the tension on my hair, then use my legs to pull myself back onto his cock. I do it again and again, each time going slowly so I can enjoy the sensations.
So Jerico can enjoy the sensations.
“Faster,” Jerico growls at me.
Apparently, he wants to enjoy faster sensations.
I do what he wants because the first time I pull off and slam back onto him, I realize it is exactly what I need to fire my orgasm back up again. I fuck Jerico Jameson and I do it hard, deep, and fast, just as he did to me moments ago.
The only disappointing thing about this encounter is that I can’t see the man whose cock I’m riding. But I can hear him. Grunting and groaning and panting and cursing.
Fuck, that feels good.
So fucking good.
That pussy is golden. I’m going to fuck it again and again.
I listen to all of this and that mighty “O” starts to brew. It’s different than the first one. It’s forming deeper in my belly and feels more substantial. Tangible, as if I could reach inside of myself and squeeze it. I can feel it rumbling, morphing, growing bigger. Every time the end of his cock hits my womb, it contracts inward and then grows a little bigger until it feels like everything from my belly button down is strung tight and ready for release.
I want to tell Jerico I’m close, but I can’t. So instead I throw myself on and off his cock faster and harder, and this causes Jerico to hiss in pleasure or perhaps pain. I’m not sure and because I am so far gone, I’m not sure I really care either.
“Jesus, fuck,” Jerico chants. “Fuck… going to come.”
Those three words are apparently the key to unlocking that huge rumbling orgasm inside of me. It detonates just as Jerico releases my hair and grabs my hips so he can slam into me one last time. My vision goes black for a moment as my entire body convulses with pleasure. He quickly wraps an arm under my chest with his palm to my shoulder so I won’t fall forward and grinds against my ass as he shudders and curses out his climax.
I cry out against the panties in my mouth. Before I know it, Jerico’s pulling them out with his free hand. His chin falls to my shoulder and his other arm wraps around my lower abdomen. He holds me tight, his frantic heartbeat pounding against my back while I heave in as much oxygen as I can get. We stay that way for several long moments, heavily panting while we both come down off the orgasmic high.
I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. Jerico is silent as well. I notice that the crowd disperses, off to do their own thing, essentially leaving Jerico and me alone.
It’s weird.
We’re in a room having just engaged in public sex. There are people all around us having sex. Strange men held my legs apart while Jerico ate my pussy. And yet right now, both of us kneeling on a vinyl chaise lounge, his cock still deep inside of me and his arms wrapped tight, this feels so very private and intimate.
I mentally shake my head to chase that thought away.
This is just sex. That’s what Jerico said, and that’s what I need to believe.