“How are you already hard again?” I ask in amazement. With how he just came down my throat, I can’t believe he’s ready to go again. Doesn’t it take guys longer to rebound than that?
“I’m always hard looking at you. I thought you knew that.” He lifts my ankle to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss to the bridge of my foot.
“I don’t know if I believe that.”
“No? You been staring at my crotch every time we talk lately.” He repeats his actions on my other foot and pulls me to the edge of the couch.
“Of course not,” I huff. “I just mean I doubt you can get hard just by looking at me. There’s nothing sexual about me in the office or on the field.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Princess.” He lowers to his knees in front of me and runs his thumbs along the outside edge of the fabric. Taunting. Teasing.
“Please,” I beg.
“Hmm, just how I remember.” He yanks the fabric to the side, exposing me. “So fucking drenched for me.” With two fingers, he spreads me open and blows softly on my swollen clit. My hips buck off the couch, but he uses his other hand to pin me down. “Are you going to be a good girl and come on my tongue?”
“Fuck. Yes.” He devours me, making out with my pussy while holding me down. “Oh my god, oh my god.” I’m so close. When his tongue spears inside my opening and his fingers pinch my clit, I detonate. Falling over the cliff as my orgasm takes me under. He doesn’t stop licking me until my pulse steadies and my incoherent mumbling stops, then he rips my panties off and crawls up my body.
“Watching you fall apart has me ready to fuck this little pussy until we both forget why we fought this for so long,” he whispers into my ear before biting the lobe and nipping along my jawline. The tip of his cock presses against my entrance as he starts to slide inside.
“Condom,” I choke out. He lifts his head, meeting my eyes. It takes a minute for the words to register. The lustful haze heavy around us.
“Fuck, right. Be right back.” Pushing up, he leaves the room. The momentary reprieve is enough for me to remember the stakes. His career. My career.
Doubt sets in. We’ve crossed a line tonight. Am I okay with that? What happens now? Are we together? Or is this just fun? All questions I should’ve worried about before showing up almost naked on his doorstep, but ones that didn’t seem as important at the time.
“Ride me,” he says, rolling the condom on and bringing me back to the present as he walks back into the room. Not waiting for a response, he picks me up again and settles onto the couch. I have no choice but to straddle him. My hands rest on his shoulders as he lines himself at my entrance. I hiss as hefills me. I haven’t had sex since our night together almost a year ago.
“You feel so good.” He unhooks my bra and drags the straps down my arms.
I momentarily freeze and stare down at him. I don’t know what to do. How he likes it. The last time I was on top, I was fueled by tequila courage. He liked it then, but I had zero thoughts or inhibitions. Now, I’m sober as a judge and my brain is working overtime. A million questions are running on loop in my mind.
How do I look from this angle?
Is my double chin showing?
My full breasts aren’t as perky without the support from my bra.
Does he still like what he sees?
“You good?” he asks, peppering kisses along my collarbone. His teeth graze lightly but not enough to leave a mark. He’s still hard inside me so that’s a good sign.
“Um, yeah, sorry. Just in my head a bit.”
His large palms grip my hips, rocking me against him. It feels good. Then he leans back resting his arms along the back of the couch. Why couldn’t he have kept doing what he was doing? It felt good.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Think, Gabby, think. I rock my hips, starting slowly while having a mini panic attack in my head. His stare is penetrating and making me even more self-conscious.
“Get out of your head, Bree. Be here with me.” He drops his hands to my thighs and thrusts up from beneath me, hitting that secret spot deep inside. I moan and meet his hips for more.
“Ride my dick, Princess. I want to see you.” His uncanny ability to read my mind is unsettling.
I mentally give myself a pep talk while meeting his thrusts.
You can do this. Just do what they said in the video. Yes! The video! Okay whatdid she say?
I can’t help the smirk on my face at remembering the video from social media of the woman giving women tips on how to ride a man and drive him crazy. I keep rocking my hips giving myself time to remember. Slowly, I lift up to bounce a little. He seems to like that move. His gaze drops to where we’re connected and he watches as I lower down his shaft. His hands begin to rub up and down my thighs.
