I blushed; I wasn’t used to compliments. Growing up, I was shy and awkward. I wasn’t athletic like my younger sister, and that was okay. She was the girl all the boys wanted to hook up with; I was the one they’d share a joke with.
“I’m not the kind of man who commits to a woman long term, but if I were, it would be with someone like you.” Jye’s gaze ran up and down my body, lingering on my generous breasts that were straining the buttons on my pyjama top. “All I can offer to you right now is a bit of holiday fun, and to be honest, I kinda think that’s what the universe wants for you.”
“You think you can tell me what I need within a day of meeting me?” I challenged him.
“No, I would never tell a woman what she needs; I just want you to know what a gorgeous woman you are and maybe give you more orgasms than you can count.”
“Oh Jye, I’m an accountant; I’m very good with numbers.” I teased back.
“And I’m very good at giving orgasms.” The smirk on his face was both cocky and slightly desperate. “I can’t think of anything else I want to do in this snowstorm, but spend hours making you mindless with pleasure.”
“That sounds like a challenge. I’ve never been mindless, even when drunk.”
“No, gorgeous, it’s a promise.” Jye sat back and looked at me, eyes half-lidded with desire.
“Then, I think you might need to get to work. Where do you want me?” I stood up and attempted to slide my pyjama bottoms off until he caressed the back of my hand. I froze, looking down into his eyes heated up. My pants stayed in place, anticipating his direction.
“How about in front of the fire, on the rug, right here?” Jye stood up and moved the coffee table, then stepped toward me, holding my hands and tugging me into him. I could feel his cock hard and heavy against his pants. He placed each hand on my hip and leaned down, his mouth so close to my ear that his breath sent shivers down my spine. “You’re in charge here, Wynter. Anytime you want to stop, tell me. You want to back out now, just say so. Today is all about you.”
I sucked in a breath. This wouldn’t be my first one-night stand, but Jye Drake was definitely the hottest man I’d ever shared my body with. Despite my insecurities, I grabbed his hands and slid them up under my top. “I want you Jye. I want you to make me feel good.”
“Thank fuck,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me, his lips firm and confident. I opened for him, and his tongue stroked mine slowly, like he was enjoying a lavish dessert. A moan escaped my mouth as his hands slid higher and his fingers grazed the underside of my breasts. I instantly wanted more; my tits ached for him to rip my shirt off and grab them roughly. I needed to feel him; I needed to feel us skin-to-skin.
With an inner confidence I rarely showed, I reached for the hem of his t-shirt, slowly lifting, my fingers brushing his abs and his pecs as I raised the fabric higher. We reluctantly paused our kiss so I could pull the shirt over his head. He looked down at me hungrily, then focused his gaze on my shirt. “I think we need to even the score.”
With hurried fingers, we both worked on the buttons before opening the shirt and letting it fall. Jye cupped my breasts reverently before leaning down to lick and suck at one of my nipples. I could feel my arousal already pooling.
“Fuck, I could get lost for days in your tits, but today isn’t about my pleasure.” He took one last nip before pulling away. “Let’s lay down and I can work on that first orgasm.”
four
Jye
Ibrought Wynter down with me, laying her gently on the soft rug in front of the fire. Soft and abundant in all the places that make me hard. I kissed her lips softly and slowly, letting it travel to her jaw and her neck. Feather-light caresses from my lips along her silky skin. It was every bit as soft as I’d imagined. I was becoming drunk on the taste of her as I left little licks along her collarbone and I made my way down her body.
Her luscious tits begged me to nip and suck them. I had every intention of doing just that, but first I needed her naked, to see the body that had me transfixed from the minute I met her. I left little kisses on her nipples, twirling my tongue around each peak before reluctantly pulling away to travel lower, licking my way down her body and over her soft stomach.
“You don’t need to…” she tried to bat my head away from her core. I could hear the embarrassment in her voice, I ignored her and continued toward my target.
“I need to taste you everywhere,” I insisted, twirling my tongue around her navel. Wynter was a curvy girl, and she probably had some ex tell her she needed to lose weight but to me, she was perfect, every inch of her made me salivate. I was harder than I’d ever been and she still had her pants on. Not for long, though.
I hooked my fingers under her pants, and she lifted her pelvis, and my brain went haywire. It felt like she was offering her pussy up for me to worship. Both her pyjama pants and panties were pulled off quickly, and I positioned myself holding each of her legs in my hands. I kissed one ankle, then the other, alternating between them as I trailed my mouth up her delectable legs. The scent of her arousal was driving me crazy the closer I got to her pussy. She was wet and waiting for me. I rested her thighs on my shoulders and inhaled one last time before running my tongue from slit to clit, and I groaned. With that taste, I was insatiable.
Wynter whimpered as I lapped at her lower lips and then sucked her sensitive little nub. Adding a little pressure with my tongue, I heard her take a loud breath. The taste of Wynter was driving me insane. I released her clit, and my tongue travelled down to her slit, teasing the entrance before I pulled back slightly, replacing my tongue with my index finger. She whimpered as I slowly pushed in and out of her tight hole with one, then two fingers. As her panting increased, I placed my mouth over her bud again, hooking my fingers to brush against her g-spot and she called out my name.
I’d never heard a sweeter sound, and I knew I was in trouble, but I chose to ignore that little voice that told me that Wynter was meant to be more to me than a holiday fling. Sitting back, I looked down at her, face flushed, eyes dazed as my fingers continued to coax the last of her orgasm.
“That’s number one,” I said, grinning, and she just nodded with a lazy smile.
I reluctantly pulled my fingers out and placed them in my mouth. The taste was addictive, and I distracted myself by leaning back and rummaging through my duffel bag for a condom. I pulled the box out and laid it next to the rug.
“Was that enough, beautiful, or do you want more?” I ask before I pull down my pants.
“I want more,” she pleaded. “I need you to fuck me, Jye.”
I didn’t question her; I just pulled my pants off and sheathed my aching cock. She looked exquisite lying there, looking up at me like I’d just blown her world apart, like she was ready for me to put it all back together. Running my hard length against her wet seam, Wynter moaned, her eyes glazing over but never leaving mine. It did things to me I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
“I bet you want to feel this thick cock deep inside you,” I teased.
