“I need your mouth here,” I said, taking off my bra to bare my breasts fully to him.
His eyes were hungry, and he let go of my hair, grabbing both hips and pulling me forward to lash his tongue against one nipple, then the other. My control was slipping as I rocked my core against him, and I pushed him back against the sofa, leaning back to scratch one hand up his stomach and over his nipple. He hissed with the contact, and I did it again.
“Fucking hell, Jenna.”
Then it was my turn to trail my lips over his skin, across his collarbone, down one pec, and to his other nipple, where I flicked my tongue across the smooth disk. He hissed in a breath, and I smiled into his chest, nibbling on him and loving the red, raised trail I was leaving on his skin.
He moaned and pulled my head away, bringing his lips back to mine in a soul-searing kiss. I gasped as he grabbed my hips with both hands and dragged my pussy against his cock.
“Mark, fuck. Don’t stop. Please. Make me come,” I moaned, lost in the moment and feeling nothing but him.
He gave me one last kiss, then broke away and pressed our foreheads together, so we could both look down. His sweatpants had ridden down on his hips, and the head of his cock was visible. A bead of pre-come was shiny on the tip, and I brought one hand down, swiping my thumb across his swollen head. I brought my thumb to my mouth and sucked, letting his salty taste burst across my tongue. Groaning with the taste on him on my lips, he grabbed my hips with renewed vigor, grinding his cock hard against me.
“Fuck yes, I’ll make you come. Use my cock,” Mark growled, his movements getting jerkier as he chased his pleasure. I scratched my nails up his stomach again and pinched his nipple hard. Mark threw his head back on the couch and squeezed his eyebrows together, moving me faster, harder.
I kept one hand on his nipple and put the other on his shoulder, thrusting madly against him and digging my nails into his hard flesh. A low moan started in my throat, and as his cock brushed against my clit, the moan turned into a guttural cry once, twice, three times.
“Yes, Fuck, Mark.”
“More,” he hissed, and something broke inside the depths of my soul like he wanted to see me unhinged and mad with lust.
I fisted his hair and pulled, so his dark, hooded eyes met mine.
“Don’t you fucking stop, Mark. Grind that thick cock against me and imagine how good it will feel buried so deep inside my pussy, a piece of you will always be there. Squeeze my tits, hard. I want to watch you come. I want to watch it paint my stomach, leaving molten tracks on my skin. Don’t stop, please. Pull my hair,” I cried, and his eyes turned to black slits as he lost whatever shard of control he still had.
Fuck yes, he did.
Mark released one hip and grabbed the back of my neck, fisting my hair and pulling hard so my neck was exposed. He latched back onto the same tender spot he was sucking on and bit down hard enough for my toes to tingle. I cried his name, pinching his nipple and arching my back, so he had to steady me with his hand, but I didn’t stop.
I kept thrusting, grinding, riding him until I felt his hand tighten impossibly harder in my hair and his whole body shuttered. I felt his cock against my stomach, then hot splashes of his come coated me as spots danced across my vision, and my orgasm destroyed my body, shattering me into a million pieces. But he was there to catch me.
Mark slowly loosened his grip and ran his hands down my back, crushing my chest to his and burying himself in my neck. We sat there in silence until our heartbeats were in sync.
I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms. He nuzzled my chest, my neck and eventually made his way up to my mouth, where he kissed me gently like he had all the time in the world to explore.
“Wow,” I said, leaning down to rest my head on his shoulder.
His fingertips danced along my spine, and he sighed, sounding content. I couldn’t imagine going to separate bedrooms after that, but my brain was still trying to piece together a coherent thought. We untangled our limbs and stood up, Mark tugging on my hand toward my bedroom.
“Wow is an understatement,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a wet washcloth.
He wiped down my stomach and his, then tugged down my shorts, leaving me in my soaked panties.
He traced my jaw then walked out of the bedroom. I was speechless, still recovering from my earth-shattering orgasm as I went to the bathroom, changing into an oversized T-shirt. I wanted him by my side and next to me, but it wasn’t like I could march into his room and demand he snuggle. The bed creaked as I sat on the edge, wondering what would happen next.
“You didn’t think you were sleeping alone, did you?” Mark said, returning with Phoebe and wearing nothing but boxer briefs. He sat her on the foot of the bed and crawled underneath the covers, opening his arms to me. I slid in next to him, resting my head on his chest, and fell asleep.
12 - MARK
Things were happening down there. Not good things. Uncomfortable things. Cringe-worthy things. Tear-jerking things. I was spending more time rearranging my junk than Jenna had spent there all last night, and that was unacceptable. Especially if I wanted a repeat. And hell-to-the-yes, I wanted a repeat.
I wanted her to pick my dick out of a police lineup after he was charged with giving too many orgasms. But that wasn’t going to happen unless some serious manscaping took precedent over any other plans this morning. I was three hairs away from being a full-on sasquatch, and I wouldn’t expect Jenna to hang out down there if my dick looked like a Mogwai.
There was nothing better than feeling a warm, wet mouth wrapped around your cock, and I palmed myself, wondering how Jenna’s mouth would feel. After last night, it was easy to imagine her standing up, then sinking to her knees, trailing her fingernails up my thighs, and swallowing me down.
And that kiss.
That fucking kiss ruined me. I was done for, content to feel her tongue tangling with mine until she ran her nails over my nipples, and I felt her hot pussy grind in my lap. Then my Universe exploded in technicolor as I grabbed her thighs, getting us both off. I’d never given my nipples a second thought, but with her on my lap, running her nails over my chest…
