I was being a bit greedy in the orgasm department. It was as though I couldn’t get enough of OD. It was probably the dry spell I’d had that’d lasted far too long to count. Bringingboyfriends home when you had two fifteen-year-old boys living with you wasn’t the best idea. Not only would they never let you live it down, but they were impressionable. I didn’t need either of them knocking some girl up. Teenage boys weren’t exactly the responsible sort, so I just ran with the assumption that a pregnancy would happen. Living a solitary and chaste life was the only way to protect them from their own penises, or so I thought. It worked, sort of. They hadn’t impregnated anyone. Instead…
Shoving thoughts of Ryan and Teddy out of my mind before I got depressed, I decided now was a great time for a distraction. Grabbing the remote, I hit pause.
OD’s gorgeous dark eyes landed on me. “Everything oka-”
I swung my leg over and straddled his lap. “Yeah.” Leaning forward I nibbled at his neck.
“This is way better than a chick flick,” he said, his voice making his skin rumble under my lips.
“It has sex in it,” I replied.
“Right, but nowI’mhaving sex,” he said, his hands grasping my hips.
I laughed and pressed my lips to his. My body was on fire as his hands moved up and down my sides. His cock was rock hard, pressed against my core, but I wasn’t ready to take things there yet. Instead, I slid off his lap and stood next to the couch. I tugged his cut off his shoulders and laid it on the couch next to him, then did the same with his shirt.
His muscles were defined, not bulky, but there was definitely a strength and power there. I traced my fingers along his tattoos. He sat back, letting me touch as much as I wanted. His eyes were on me, watching everything I did.
When his gaze started to get heated, I leaned down and kissed him again.
He growled against my mouth, his hands going to my hair, gripping it. The slight sting had me gasping, which he used to his advantage. His tongue thrust inside my mouth. Groaning, I scored my nails down his chest, enjoying his growl of pleasure.
As soon as he let my hair go, I slipped down to the floor between his knees. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't stop me as I worked his belt buckle, then the button to his jeans.
He lifted his hips, helping me as I slid his jeans and boxer briefs down enough that I could get at him easily. I didn’t want any material in the way. He’d spent the last few days making sure to fulfill every need I had. Often before I even knew I had one. I wanted to return the favor.
I gripped his cock in my hand, eyes raising to meet his as I leaned forward and licked up his length.
He hissed out a breath. “Fuck, Rue.” He put his hands behind his head and I knew it was so that he didn’t grab me. It was easy enough to see the heat in his eyes, the desire on his face. He wanted this badly, but he wanted to let me go at my own pace. And that was why he made it so easy to be around him. Why I hadn’t bolted yet. He understood me in a way I wasn’t sure anyone else ever had. There was this soft warmth in my chest whenever I looked at him, heard his voice. My heart was doing crazy things, like skipping beats for him.
He didn’t ask for what he wanted, and because of that, I gave it to him without more teasing. Leaning forward I swallowed as much of his dick as I could. I fought back a smile as his groan rumbled around the room.
Using my hand and mouth, I worked him. His hips flexed, but he didn't move them up into my face, instead he remained still. His groans told me it was taking all his control to stay in place, and that made me smile. It was a challenge now. To make him squirm the way he made me every time. When I swirled my tongue around his tip, he cursed and his hips jerked up a little.I was testing his self-control, but the man was a fortress. Steady and true. Something I’d always dreamed of but gave up on ever finding.
“I love the way you suck my cock,” he said, his voice husky.
His words spurred me on. It was so hot when a man spoke dirty in bed. When he made noise. Knowing how much I was pleasing him, that just made me hotter. My pussy clenched, but I wasn’t done with him yet.
“Take it all the way,” he demanded, his voice rough and appreciative. “Use that pretty little mouth of yours to make me come.”
I rubbed my thighs together, wanting to shove him back, climb on, and ride him into an orgasm, but this was supposed to be for him. I could deny myself so that he could enjoy himself for once.
I wasn’t the kind of girl who could deep throat. My damn toothbrush had nearly taken my life a couple of times in the past when I got too overzealous, but that didn’t mean I wasn't going to try. And he didn’t seem to mind. My head bobbed as I used the flat of my tongue on the underside of his cock and listened to the way his breathing changed. He was saying all sorts of dirty things as I blew him and I preened under each of them.
But I wanted my reward. Tightening my hand around him, I used it and my mouth to work him over in a way I was sure had his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. I was too busy to look up and check though. It’d mess up my rhythm and he was enjoying it too much.
“Fuck, Baby, I’m going to come.”
He was warning me so I could stop if I wanted, but that wasn’t about to happen. I wasn’t normally into blow jobs, or swallowing, but Overdrive was different. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me. Everything about this was just turning me on more and more.
His grunt was my final warning before he came and filled my mouth. I swallowed it down, cleaning him up with my tongue as he caught his breath. Apparently all I’d been missing in the past was doing this with a man I was borderline obsessed with, because I was feeling particularly smug.
The world spun and I yelped as my chest hit the soft pillows on the back of the couch.
“Your turn,” he said in a low voice that made a shiver rush up my spine.
“You don’t have to-”
He chuckled. “Trust me, Light. I want to.” He said this while systematically stripping me out of the pajamas I’d put on before the movie.
