I leaned forward, only to have Hutch latch onto the left one, and I cried out as pleasure coursed through my veins. My hands went to his hair as he sucked, and I felt like I was going to explode if he didn’t stop. “Hutch, baby, it feels good, too good, but I want your mouth, your cock, your fingers, inside me.” I moaned as he ran his tongue across my chest and over to my right nipple. “Fuck,” I whispered.
His eyes were nearly black as we stared at each other, his free hand reaching down to unbutton my shorts so he could slide it under my underwear. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.” He flicked at my drenched clit. My eyes rolled back in my head before he removed his hand to bring it up to his mouth. “Sweet as I remembered.” Once again, he flipped us back over, shimmied off my shorts and underwear, then dragged his tongue between my wet folds.
“Hutch!” I called out his name as he did it again before one finger slowly inched its way inside my needy pussy. His tongue continued to lash at my clit, pleasure rocketed through my veins, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Hutch pushed a second finger which caused my body to bow, and my orgasm to hit me full force. I gripped his hair as I screamed his name while cascading waves rolled through my body. My body shook with pleasure and my toes curled against my feet, but when I was done, I thought I might never move again.
Hutch climbed up over me to pepper my lips with kisses. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured.
I cupped his dick with one hand. “You want something, baby?” I purred, and the groan that escaped his throat was more than enough to tell me the answer. Me. “Maybe we should get these jeans off,” I teased, reaching up to undo his button, and then pulling down the zipper. His dick strained against his boxers, showing me just how right I was.
Hutch stood up to kick off his jeans, yank off his shirt, and before he could move, I wrapped my hand around his length to slowly stroke him. “So good,” he whispered, his eyes watching my every move. “Stroke my cock, Jilly.”
Heat flared between my legs. Jesus, I guess he’d gotten more comfortable in the bedroom. I dropped to my knees to slowly drag my tongue over the tip of his cock and then opened my mouth to take him in. His hands found my hair, wrapping my ponytail around his wrist, pushing only enough to tell me what he wanted, and when I slid him all the way to the back of my throat, he released a primal noise that I felt all the way to my toes.
“Fuck, yes, Jilly, that’s it.”
I whimpered at his words, and his grip tightened, tears slipping from my eyes, but I wanted this as much as Hutch. My lips moved up and down his dick, wanting to make him come, wanting to make him feel as good as he had made me. Hutch made a sensual sound, a rumble of pleasure, and then he came, filling my throat with salty lava. I sat back on my feet to gather myself together, my body once again humming with its own need.
“Jillian.” Hutch’s voice was gentle as he touched my face to tilt my head to look up at him. “Did I hurt you? Sometimes I get a little carried away.” He searched my face. “I guess you can say I’ve gotten a little more adventurous in the bedroom.”
I shook my head. “No, baby, I’m fine.” I wished that it had been me to be able to share in learning with him, but that was my fault. “I actually enjoyed that more than you know,” I assured him as I got to my feet. I let my gaze wander down his perfectly sculpted chest, his defined abs, and that amazing V that led me right down to his cock that was already starting to grow erect again. “You look like you’ve been working out more than ever.” I tilted my head as I met his heated gaze.
“That’s something I’ve always enjoyed doing, Jills.” He ran the back of his hand over my cheek. “Care to continue this in your bedroom?”
I nodded as I eased up onto my toes. “That sounds like a great idea, baby.” I pressed a kiss to his lips when he leaned down.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hutch
“That’s it, baby, don’tstop!” Jillian met my driving rhythm beat for beat as I pounded into her from above. We hadn’t stopped going at it since we arrived back at her apartment last night from the carnival. I felt the way her body trembled beneath me, that tell-tale sign that she was close to the edge, and when I reached down between her legs to pinch her clit between my fingers, she cried out, coming undone beneath me.
I buried myself as far as I possibly could inside her tight pussy, wrapped my arms around her back, and pressed my mouth against her neck as my release hit me. Jillian’s nails dug into my skin as she gripped my shoulders, and I grunted as every drop of cum slipped from my body.
That was it. I was done.
Spent.
