It only takes three seconds of kissing Lucy for my dick to turn to granite and my brain to go to mush. I can feel how she's melting into me and smell how wet she is, and I know if I just pile-drive her, she'll take it and love it. She'll moan and squirm and cream all over me just like she did the first time, because I do to her exactly what she does to me.
But even though I'm both as hard and as dumb as a fence-post right now, I remember that I want more than just a quick fuck. More of her.
More for her.
Easing her back to the floor, I break our mouth-fucking kiss and mutter, "You gotta take off that dress or I'm gonna rip it off."
When she looks up at me, her big eyes seem even bigger on account of being ninety-percent pupil. She nods and steps away, pulling the barely-there dress over her head and tossing it over the top of the flat screen TV. The sight of her naked, brown skin and the generous curves of her tits and ass is enough to make my dick leak a little precum. This girl is my personal wet dream come true.
And I want to be hers.
“What curls your toes, beautiful?” I ask, giving her a gentle push toward the bed. “What makes you so hot, just the idea almost makes you come?”
Her cheeks get a little dusky, and she sits on the edge of the mattress, not meeting my eyes. “I don’t know,” she lies.
I know it’s a lie, because everybody has that thing. Or maybe more than one thing, but for sure the one.
“Yeah, you do,” I tell her, running my hand over her thick curls. “It’s okay. You can tell me. I won’t judge.”
She bites her lower lip, shaking her head a little. “It’s just…so personal.”
“Sweetheart, what’s more personal than having my dick in you? Which has already happened, by the way.”
That makes her huff a little laugh. “True. But I don’t know if I can say it out loud.”
“What if I tell you mine first?”
Another huff. “I bet I can guess.”
I’m standing in front of her, my cock about level with her chin. I can guess what she’s going to guess. “Okay. Go for it.”
“Blow jobs.”
I grin, because I was right about her guess and she’s wrong. “Nope. Don’t get me wrong. You want to suck me off, I will enjoy the fuck out of it. But that’s not my thing.”
Her eyes meet mine, and she raises her eyebrow. “Really?” Her tone is skeptical. “Then what is?”
I sit down beside her and take her hand in mine. “Doggy-style. For me, there’s nothing better because I can watch. It’s like my own personal porno. And the best visual is when my dick’s in your pussy and you’re rubbing yourself off while I fuck you. Jesus, I’m about to blow just imagining it. Especially imagining doing it with you because you have a seriously amazing ass.”
“Wow.” Her breathing has gotten a little more uneven. “That’s really dirty. And really, really hot.”
Whew. That’s a relief. If my hottest fantasy was her biggest turn-off, things would get pretty awkward.
“Your turn,” I prompt, squeezing her hand.
“Why don’t we just do yours? Sounds good to me.”
“We can do mine, too. After we do yours.” She makes a face, and I can see she’s still struggling. “Assuming I have all the necessary equipment,” I amend with a smile. “I mean, if your fantasy is fucking two guys at the same time, I’m going to need some help.”
“You’d do that?” she asks, eyebrows raised.
“It wouldn’t be easy for me, but if that was what you really wanted, yeah. Is that what you really want?”
She snorts. “God, no. I mean, in theory, it’s definitely a turn-on but in practice…I don’t think so.” Once that confession is out, her shoulders relax. “Okay. I like oral. A lot.”
“Fuck, who doesn’t? There’s more to it than that, though, isn’t there?”
“Um…yeah. There is.” Her voice goes a little shaky. “God, I’m such a perv.”
“Baby, we’re all pervs. Tell me.”
A shudder escapes her and the words finally come out in a rush. “Fingers in my ass. I want you to finger fuck my ass while you eat my pussy.”
Jackpot!
I cup her cheek and turn her face toward mine. “Baby, that is something I would love to do for you. As often as you like.” Then I kiss her and push her back onto the bed.
Now that I know what she wants, there’s no rush getting to it. While our tongues tangle, I skim my hands over her body, learning the dips and swells of her body, figuring out where she’s sensitive, what makes her gasp and moan and arch. She sighs with pleasure when I tweak her nipples, squirms and shudders when I pinch them just so. When I finally slide my fingers between her folds, she shifts her hips and spreads her legs for me.
Her pussy is slick with her juices, and damn, I want to fuck her, but that’s not what I’m here for. Not yet. Once I find the right rhythm and pressure, it’s only a matter of minutes before she stiffens and grabs my arm, digging her fingernails into my biceps. Then she’s shuddering and making low, animal noises in her throat that almost make me lose it on the sheets.
I break the kiss and watch her face as the orgasm tears through her, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight. I won’t get to see it when my tongue is buried in her pussy, so I need to get my fill now, just in case I don’t get to do it again.
That’s not a place I want to go, though. Not now.
She opens her eyes and gives me a contented smile. “Wow. And that wasn’t even what I asked for.”
“That’s next.”
Her head drops back onto the pillow. “That’s okay. You don’t have to—”
Moving fast, I slide down so that my face is between her legs and hook my arms under her knees. “But I want to.”
“But—”
I press a kiss to the strip of brown curls just above her clit. “Not up for discussion.” With the fingers of one hand, I spread her pussy lips and touch my tongue gently to her clit. She’s probably still too sensitive for me to start anything serious, but I want to savor the taste of her before I get too busy with her pleasure to truly appreciate it. She’s salty and musky and so goddamn sweet, I could eat her all night. Hell, maybe I will.
“Oh,” she gasps. “Fuck.”
“If you insist,” I say, smiling and sliding my tongue from her clit and into her pussy. I fuck her that way until she's grinding her hips up to meet my thrusts. Then I go for my real goal. Cupping her ass in my palms, I lift her butt off the bed and angle her just right. She has the cutest asshole—small and pink and puckered—and when I lick it, she practically jumps off the bed. I steady her with my hands and keep up the good work, stroking and probing the tiny opening.
"Owen, god, please." Her voice breaks, half-whisper, half-whimper, all wildness. "Now."
Oh yeah, baby, get freaky for me.
I return my mouth to her clit, giving her more pressure and a faster rhythm than before. She makes a throaty noise that's eager and impatient. Show time. I run my fingers through her slit, which is drenched in a combination of her own juices and my saliva. Just to make sure my fingers are plenty slick, I ease two of them into her pussy and fuck her that way for a little while. She clutches my head, threading her fingers through my hair, and meets my rhythm, her breath hitching as her pleasure climbs. I don't want her to come before we get to the main event, though, so I ease my fingers from her pussy, and push the tip of my index finger against her anus.
Goddamn, she's tight, and my throbbing dick informs me that it would very much like a turn in there, too. Not what she asked for, I remind myself, and slowly, carefully press past in up to the first knuckle. Her muscles clench, resisting the intrusion on instinct, and she exhales sharply.
"Okay?" This is supposed to be fun for her, after all. But even as I’m asking, I feel her relax, and my finger sinks in another inch.
“God, yes,” she sighs. “It’s so bad, but it feels so good.”
I look up at her from between her legs. Everything about the view from down here is perfect: the dark tangle of curls at the apex of her wide-open thighs, wide hips narrowing down to her waist and then back out again at her rib cage, and the round, generous swell of her breasts tipped with those stiff, dusky pink nipples. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open in an expression of pure pleasure. I withdraw the finger about an inch and thrust slowly back in again, then a second time, a little farther and faster. I get no resistance, only moans of encouragement and an unmistakable gush of wetness from her pussy.
“That’s it.” I press a soft kiss against her slit as I work my finger in all the way to the hilt. “Take it all, dirty girl.”
“Can’t help it.” Her voice is half-whisper, half-sob.
“Can’t help what?”
“Being dirty. Liking bad things.” The confession sounds angry, which makes me think that maybe she’s shared this fantasy with someone before me, and he made her feel ashamed of it.
Fuck that noise.
“Dirty and bad are two of my favorite things.” My first favorite being doing them with her.
I twist my finger and touch my tongue very lightly to her clit. A shiver runs through her, and she spreads her legs even wider, arching her back to force my mouth into closer contact.
God, she’s sweet. Sweet and dirty and bad and so damn beautiful I’m never going to get enough of her.
But I can’t string her out like this forever, so I push out every thought except her pleasure. She becomes the center of my focus, the only thing in the universe. I follow her body’s cues—the catch in her breathing that says I’m putting just a little too much or too little pressure on her clit, the rocking of her hips that tells me I can drive my finger into her just a little harder, just a little faster. She clutches at my head, the muscles in her abdomen going taut. I know she’s trying to ride it out, to stretch the peak that little bit longer, so I gentle the strokes of my tongue and my finger, keeping her there as long as I can.
When she finally lets go and the tremors start, I ramp up the tempo again, sucking her clit into my mouth and plundering her ass for all I’m worth. It pays off because almost as soon as the first orgasm ends, she comes a second time, crying out my name along with a stream of fucks and oh gods and yesyesyes’es. And being the man to do that for her is the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s a thing I want to make sure keeps happening to me.
After easing her down for a few seconds, I crawl up her body and rest my weight on my arms. My cock nudges her sopping wet entrance, but I wait until she opens her eyes. They’re unfocused and glazed, but she gives me a crooked smile.
“That was…incredible. Your turn now. Just give me a second to catch my breath, and I’ll—”
Shaking my head, I cut her off. “Not this time.” My voice is a raspy growl. “I won’t last two seconds.” And I want to be kissing her when I make her come again, because whatever she thinks right now, that’s gonna happen.
“I don’t mind,” she says.
“I do,” I grunt. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab a packet from the box of condoms and hand it to her. “Open it. Put it on me.”
She nods slowly. “Okay.”
The packet rips, and I keep a tight grip on my control while she rolls the condom over my dick. When she’s done, I lean down to kiss her and sink into her at the same time, in one long, slow motion until I’m balls-deep in the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tapped. She sighs contentedly into my mouth, and I stroke her tongue with mine and start to move. My dick is begging me to pound her, but I keep the pace slow and even, angling my hips so that I brush her clit on each inward thrust. All my concentration is centered on her, waiting for her to catch up with me.
And when she does, everything else falls away, and it’s like we’re one person—one panting breath, one racing heartbeat, one body chasing the same goal. Her kisses turn wilder, more demanding. I fuck her harder, deeper, faster. She grabs my ass and drives her hips up to meet each stroke, and the world narrows even more, my climax curling up at the base of my spine. Or, hell, maybe it’s hers. I’m not sure where I end and she begins. She comes and I come with her, or I come and she comes with me. I don’t know which way it happens, and I don’t care. There’s only the sensation of her pussy squeezing my cock and my answering spurts of cum and the desperate, searing heat of our kisses. Nothing else matters.
I’m hers, whether she’ll ever be mine or not.