Hutch
Tonight’s session withMegan had worn me out. I had told her what had happened with Pat this morning and how I had instantly regretted it. I knew it was about standing up for Jillian, but she had asked me if maybe I was trying to defend myself. Was it? I didn’t think so, but now, all I wanted to do was go home, share some peanut butter cookies with Jills, and snuggle on the couch. It wasn’t always about the oral. I could just cuddle with my girl.
“I’m home,” I announced as I shoved my shoes into the corner of the room. I noticed how she had dimmed the lights as I locked the door behind me. “Jills?” I called out her name as she appeared before me. “Fuck, what are you wearing?” I whispered as my eyes moved over her body.
She tilted her head. “Do you like it?” she asked. “It’s the dress I told you about the other night.”
“You call that a dress?” I grunted as I took a step forward. It hit her mid-thigh and I wondered if she even had a bra on. My dick stirred inside my jeans as I imagined stripping it off, my hands roaming all over her skin.
“You hate it.”
I shook my head. “Fuck, Jillybean, I love it.” I cupped her face in my hands. “But no one else is ever going to see you in this because I will have to resist the urge to kill every man that even looks in your direction,” I warned before I pressed a kiss to her mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as her tongue found mine and her soft little sighs began to fill the room.
“I want you, Hutch,” Jillian whispered. “I want you so bad. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, and I want you to—”
I froze. “Jillian, you know I want that, but I can’t.” I turned so that my back was to her, pulling at my hair. “You know how much I want to fuck you, feel you wrapped around me, but...” My voice caught in my throat.
Jillian’s hand gripped my wrist,her eyes shining with understanding and adoration, before she said, “Baby, it’s okay. I’ll wait as long as you need me to. Forever if that’s what it takes.”
God, what had I done to deserve this beautiful woman in my life?
When I just kept staring at her, my eyes blazing with desire, she rasped out, almost begging me, "Kiss me, Hutch."
Whatever ounce of control I had in me, snapped. The strings binding me loosened, almost broke, as I lunged for her mouth.
Before I even realized it, I had picked Jillian up to carry her to the bed, and her dress—so fucking perfect—was bunched up around her waist while she rubbed against my ever-growing erection. Her nails dug into my arms as she nipped and pulled on my lips as my hands tugged on her hair. I flipped her around so that she was straddling me, my fingers finding purchase in pulling her nipples.
“Wait.” Jillian’s voice came out raspy as she stopped to yank her dress up over her head. “Hutch.” She met my eyes with lust in her greens. “Let me...let me feel you.” She reached down to pop the button on my pants.
“Jills,” I warned with lust in my veins.
She shook her head. “No, just...” She pulled my cock out from my pants, hard and ready just for her. “I want to just feel you.” Jillian raised her hips to slip her thong off, something I had completely missed, and glided the head of my dick between her soaking wet lower lips. “Like this.” she moaned as she rocked her body against mine.
“Jesus, fuck,” I hissed as pleasure rocketed through me. “Stop, right now,” I hissed out my warning, already feeling on edge. If she kept that up, I was going to come undone. There was no doubt in my mind.
Jillian leaned forward to run her tongue over my top lip. “Feels so good having you nestled between my legs.” Her voice hung with desire. She wasn’t telling me something I didn’t already know. My hands gripped her waist as she slowly rolled her hips over mine, her clit bouncing over my shaft, soft little mewls escaping her mouth. “Hutch, you’re so big,” Jillian purred.
I tangled my hand in her hair so I could yank on her bun. “Jillian, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to do that. Not yet,” I warned as a sexy little smirk slid over her face. “You like teasing me, don’t you?
“I do.” Her hips rolled again, and this time, she reached up to pinch her nipples between her fingers. That was hot; not going to lie. “Let me come, Hutch. Your dick makes me feel so good, baby,” she moaned softly, rocking vigorously against me.
“Jillian.”
“Please.”
I growled so deep in my chest that I nearly scared myself. “Come all over my cock, Jilly.” I watched mesmerized as she milked me. Her pussy sliding over my shaft, her back arched. I pulled her closer to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I felt that familiar tingle start up my spine, the one I knew meant I was getting close, as Jillian moved above me.
“Oh, Hutch, God, yes!” she cried out as her wetness dripped between us. “Going to come.” Jillian’s big green eyes stared down into mine just as she locked her lips with mine, and I felt every muscle in my body grow tense as the raging fireball inside me finally burst into flames.
Jillian slumped against me as she started to come down from her high, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. She moved to ease her body onto the mattress, but I held her firmly against me. She raised her head to look at me. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean—”
I kissed her, turning her so that her back was pressed against the bed. “That was the most amazing experience of my life.” I dropped wet kisses against her mouth, her jaw and neck, before I met her eyes. “Honestly, Jilly, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to.” I tugged on her bottom lip. “It was hot as fuck. Hearing you talk dirty to me like that...” My dick was already starting to get hard again.
“Yeah?” Jillian’s cheeks burned pink.
I grinned. “Going to come,” I growled before I buried my face in her hair. “Fuck, I’m so hard right now.” I reached down to grip her ass in my hands.
Jillian sighed happily. “Want to do that again?”
