Maybe I was that desperate, or maybe he was just that good. Regardless, with that hand between my thighs, I became a mewling mess. He played me like a fiddle, like a master who was finally coming home to an instrument he hadn’t seen in years. Every move those fingers made around my clit threatened to send me tumbling over the edge of bliss, and I loved it. I loved it so much more than I thought I would.
I couldn’t even think about whether or not this was a good idea. It wasn’t like the guys didn’t know. Still, talking about something and actually doing it were two different things, and I had the feeling at least one of them wouldn’t be too thrilled about this turn of events. Possibly two of them.
Jason tore his mouth off mine, growling out the words, “It’s just us. Let me hear the sounds you can make.” The way he spoke them, so gruffly, so low… it was a delicious order I could not resist if I tried.
So I gave him what he wanted. It wasn’t too hard, especially with the way his hand touched me down there. Now that his mouth wasn’t affixed to mine, I could be as loud as I wanted—and trust me, it wasn’t too hard for little old me to get loud when I was in the middle of something like this.
I moaned. I writhed. I squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could while I ground my ass back on him. Every so often I heard him groan in appreciation, and his hand, those wonderful fingers, never lost their gusto. My clit swelled with the attention he gave it, and I could not push it back.
Pleasure surged out of me, spasms of my core and my clit. It swallowed me up whole, and the cry that left me when the orgasm took hold of me was legendary. It was a good thing hisone arm was still around me, steadying me, otherwise I might’ve spasmed so hard I would’ve fallen off the couch.
I was riding cloud nine after that. I felt light as a feather, a total out of body experience. My lungs worked overtime to try to catch my breath, but even if that breath didn’t come, it was A-okay. I’d suffocate as long as I had to if it meant I’d get more orgasms like that.
Behind me, Jason murmured, “I hope you aren’t done yet, ‘cause I sure as hell ain’t done with you.” Just the way he said it made me shiver in anticipation. Who was I to deny this man if he wanted to overload my system with multiple orgasms? My body was clearly ready to be rocked by this sexy, tattooed man.
He kissed the crook of my neck as his fingers picked up speed around my clit. When the man said he wasn’t finished with me, he meant it. Oh, God, he meant it. The hard work had already been done, which meant my body was ready and primed for more, and he continued to play me effortlessly.
I lost count of how many times those fingers of his made me erupt. After a while, the only thing I could focus on, besides the pleasure coursing through me, was the way I constantly panted for breath and squirmed against him. It was a complete overload of sensation, but you wouldn’t catch me complaining about it.
A girl could get used to this. Everything else ignored, this wasn’t a bad way to spend my night.
An uncountable amount of orgasms later, Jason’s hand dipped even lower on my body. Not that much lower, but low enough to make a difference. His finger circled my entrance, and I knew before he pushed it inside me that I was dripping wet. Orgasm after orgasm tended to do that to you.
Slipping a finger inside me, he hummed in approval, whispering, “What I wouldn’t give to have a different part of me inside you right now, but it’s probably best if we don’t jump into things that quickly. I’ll have to settle for this tonight.”
At this point, I was ready and willing to, in his words, jump into it, but if he wanted to wait, then we could wait. Apparently waiting didn’t stop him from wanting to feel me all over, so I couldn’t complain one bit.
He nipped at my ear. “You’re so wet, Laina. So wet for me. I hope you’ll be this wet when I’m deep inside you with something bigger than my finger.” His finger pumped in and out of me with a fast rhythm, I imagined the same kind of rhythm he’d take when he was balls-deep in me.
I couldn’t wait. I really couldn’t. I wanted this man so much it was unreal.
My hips began to work with his hand, and he slipped a second finger in me. The man’s fingers weren’t small by any means; based on the hardness I felt behind me, he was packing quite the package. Might even need three fingers to stimulate what it’d be like to truly fuck this man.
His palm rubbed along my clit as he fucked me with his fingers, and it didn’t take too long to push me off the cliff again. Another orgasm took hold of me, and I cried out, panting my pleasure, every muscle in my body tensing uncontrollably.
It was unreal. It was the kind of orgasm you didn’t know existed until you had one. So full and powerful, like that single orgasm was enough to right all the wrongs in the world.
Jason was slow in pulling his fingers out of me, and he brought them to his face. Covered in slick, he had my scent, and he breathed me in with an accompanying growl in his wide chest. Since he wasn’t currently doing anything to me, I rolled over, my chest colliding with his, and I grabbed his wrist and brought that hand to me.
Making a deadly amount of eye contact, I took those two slick fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. I made sure to take my time, swirling my tongue around each finger individually,sucking hard… you know, mimicking what I’d do if I had a different appendage of his in my mouth.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice haggard and rough in all the right ways. “I suppose you have to be, having as many boyfriends as you do. And yet, three cocks upstairs, and you still want another. Some people would call that greedy.”
“Are you one of those people?” I asked, sounding way too innocent as I moved us so that he was the one on his back and I was the one straddling him. All he did was smirk up at me, and I matched his smirk with one of my own. “No, of course not.” I leaned down, my dyed hair draping around his face on both sides as I kissed along his jaw. “I bet you like dirty girls.”
His hands roamed up my bare legs. “Maybe I do.”
I answered his words with a kiss, and those hands of his abandoned my thighs in favor of my chest. Beneath my shirt they went, until each hand cupped a tit. I responded by grinding my midsection down on his, eliciting a low moan from him.
That hard cock was right there… waiting for me. Even if we didn’t have sex tonight, surely there were other things we could do, other thingsIcould do.
Dirty girls had to do what dirty girls had to do.
Pulling my mouth off his, I arched my back. He must’ve known something was on my mind—one thing in particular that kept poking me from below, begging to be released from the jeans he wore—because his hands fell away from my chest.
“Then you won’t stop me, will you?” I asked, arching a single brow toward him as I scooted down, stopping only when I was sitting between his legs. One of his legs had to drape off the side of the couch to give me room, but he didn’t seem to mind.
And why would he mind? He had to have known exactly what I was hungry for.
