“Seven, six …”
Pressure builds, and holy shit, Jamie might be right. How the fuck am I this close this soon?
“Five, four …”
My back arches, my hips lifting off the bed. The whole middle of my body is nothing but a tight clench of liquid ecstasy. Sparks dance all over my perspiring skin, and as hot as I am, my nipples are hard and peaked like it’s sub-zero.
“Three, two …”
His prediction arrives a second early.
My whole body goes taunt and my orgasm wrings me dry.
My eyes clench tight, and I writhe on my bed as the most unbelievable release of my life barrels through me. It draws out so long I almost feel like I’m going to pass out. When I come down and can finally open my eyes again, the last several minutes have an utterly surreal tinge to them in my mind.
My body feels like rubber as I lie breathing, my brain too scrambled for thought.
“Told you,” Jamie breaks the silence.
I gather the strength to lift my head off the mattress and find his eyes. Swimming with smug satisfaction. Even standing across the room, he was able to play my body like an instrument, with his just eyes, just his voice.
Suddenly, I feel an impulse to wipe that smug look off his face—and maybe wear one of my own.
32
JAMIE
The cocky look slides off my face as Carmen crawls toward me on top of her bed. A sharp, feline look beams from the dark pools of her eyes.
My cock was rock hard, throbbing behind my jeans every second while I watched Carmen get herself off, that gorgeous pussy of hers fully exposed to my hungry eyes. But now as she undoes my pants, it’s even stiffer. My pulse beats at the base of my length like a hammer.
My pants are tugged down my legs. Carmen wraps her hand around me. Pleasure and thrill sing through my body just at that touch, even before she’s started moving her hand, even before she’s grazed my swollen pink head.
The tip of my dick already buzzes. I’m way too close. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough by coming in my pants twice. Carmen seemed to like it, but I don’t want to blow my load early again, before she’s even taken me in her mouth.
“I’ll have my mouth pretty full, so I don’t think I’ll be able to count out loud,” she says slyly. Her mouth is so close that the hot gust of her breath feathers across my cock, and it’s downrightunbelievable how good that feels. “But try to keep track in your head. I want to see if you can outlast me.”
She flashes me another grin, and then her lips are around me.
I hate to let Carmen down, but I don’t think I’ll be able to comply with her request to keep track of the seconds. The molten pleasure that blasts through my body scatters my brain far too thoroughly for me to manage something as complex as counting.
The wet warmth of Carmen’s mouth glides up and down my length. Bliss like I’ve never felt before swells through me. My brain is nothing but crackling fizz. This experience might permanently shave off a couple dozen IQ points. I might never be able to count again. When she glances her tongue against my tip, I realize that’s a trade-off I’d gladly make to keep this going.
I wrap my first around her silky dark hair. I feel it tug against her scalp. Fuck, I hope I’m not hurting her. I just needed something to grab onto, because the pleasure coursing through me is making my legs feel like rubber, and if I can’t hold onto something, I might collapse.
But a hum of appreciation vibrates against my shaft, and she increases her suction. She likes it. I give another light but firm tug and get a similar reaction.
The rumble of Carmen’s moan as her wet lips wrap around my pink head spells the end of me. I can’t hold back any longer. My pulse is drumming in my ear. I can’t even hear my own voice when I warn Carmen that I’m about to come. She keeps me in her mouth.
My orgasm races through me, savage and unrelenting. Every muscle in my body coils tight, and at the mind-shattering height of my climax, I unload.
Thick streams of hot cum blast from my cock. Carmen takes it all, swallowing every drop of my release. After the last spasmof my climax pulls another jet of cum that I can’t believe I still have, I feel utterly wrung dry.
As physically empty as I feel, I feel emotionally full as I collapse onto Carmen’s bed and she nestles against me.
“Did you keep track of how long you lasted?” Carmen asks playfully.
I gasp out a laugh. “Carmen, I don’t think I’ll be able to count past five for at least the next two weeks.”
