He draws my zipper down slowly as I knot my hands into quivering fists at my sides. Jayden hooks his thumbs into the top of my pants and wriggles them down my hips a few inches, stopping when the lace V on the front of my panties is revealed. He chuckles deviously, then leans forward and kisses the tiny silk bow at the top.
“I have nicer ones. Panties, I mean,” I say, shaking my head and squeezing my eyes shut when he looks up at me again.
“Shhh,” he hums, working my pants over my hips completely, then letting gravity take over as they fall to the floor around my feet.
“Here,” he says, moving my hands to his shoulders for balance, then drawing his fingers up the inside of my calf until I step out of my pants one leg at a time.
“I wore my fucking compression socks,” I groan.
Jayden smirks at me and glides his hands down them, the Mavericks black and red stripes at the top. He snaps the top of one of the socks against my leg.
“These stay,” he says, his lips rising on one side.
“Yeah?” I say, hiking one shoulder to my cheek to quell the burn taunting my face.
He nods slowly, running both palms up the backs of my calves then continuing behind my knees, to my thighs, and eventually stopping when his palms cover my ass. He squeezes gently, pulling me into him until his mouth covers my pussy over my panties. He glides his tongue against the cotton strip, pressing against my center and drawing an uncontrollable moan from somewhere deep within my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I rasp, my head falling back at the sudden rush of heat that burns from my center into my belly.
“I want you to see me,” he says, sliding his hands from my ass, his fingers trailing hot lines down the back of my legs. I miss his touch instantly, but I’m rewarded by him removing his warm-up shirt from his muscular torso.
My hands leave his shoulders just long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head, and they glide along his strong shoulders the moment they return. Jayden slowly stands, and I back up enough for him to stand in front of me. He unbuttons his baseball pants and works them down his legs, stepping out of them until he’s wearing nothing but his tight compression shorts.
“Touch me,” he commands, taking my hand and placing it on his hard cock. He guides me in stroking him over his shorts, the heat in his eyes growing along with his dick. The tip peeks out of the top and I grow bolder, reaching under the stretchy fabric to grasp all of him.
“Colby,” he says, my name coming out husky on his tongue.
“Yes.”
It’s the answer he wants. What I want. He slides his shorts down his frame, kicking them to the side once they reach his feet. I don’t look directly, though I want to. I felt his size with my hand, and perhaps I’m a bit nervous. I haven’t been with anyone for a while, and, well . . . it’s Jayden.
His hands glide up my sides, pulling my bralette up over my breasts, and I raise my arms over my head so he can remove the garment completely. His lips part when his gaze drops, and his hands shift to brace my back as he lowers his head and covers my nipple with his mouth. I arch into the pressure as he sucks me in, whimpering with sweet relief.
“You’re perfect, Colby. Every inch of you, perfect,” he says, dragging his tongue over the hard peak before moving to the next.
My hands sift into his silky hair, my fingernails scratching against his scalp as I hold him to me, keeping his mouth trained on my breast as he pinches my nipple between his teeth. I squeeze my thighs, the pulse deepening between my legs. I can tell I’m getting wet. And when his shaft grazes against my abdomen, my knees grow weak.
“Touch me,” he says against my breast, his lips brushing my pink skin as he alternates between torturing the pebbled bud with his tongue, then blowing it cold with his breath. I wrap my hand around his girth, stroking slowly and running my thumb over the tip of his cock, coating it in his precum.
“You feel how much I want you, Colby?”
“Yes,” I moan, my eyelids fighting to stay open as he brings his mouth up to mine. I feel drunk, the room spinning, my skin buzzing from every touch. Everything is amplified.
Jayden kisses me hard and covers my breast with his right palm as his left hand trails down my stomach and dips into the front of my panties.
“Ahh,” I pant as his fingers glide between my legs, my pussy pulsing from his touch.
“Don’t you come yet, Colby. Not until I taste you,” he says, sucking my bottom lip in, then kissing my breast and stomach on his way down to my abdomen. He sits on the sofa, forcing me to release his cock. He pulls me close before hooking his thumbs in the sides of my panties to slip them down my legs. My hands drop to his hair when my underwear pools at my feet, and I step out of them as I stare at the top of his head. His eyes are trained on the slight strip of hair that leads to my pussy, and as he licks his lips, I let my own eyes flutter shut in anticipation.
It feels like minutes pass, though I’m sure it’s merely a second or two before his mouth covers my swollen clit. He sucks me in, flicking my sensitive center with his tongue, and my hands dig into his scalp once again.
“It’s even better than I imagined,” he says, swiping his tongue against me again.
“Yeah?” I cry out, my trepidation unraveling with each tease from his mouth.
“Yeah, Colby. You’re so fucking sweet,” he hums, covering me with his mouth again and letting his moan vibrate against me.
His hands move to the insides of my knees, and he nudges my legs further apart before running a palm along the inside of my thigh until his fingers reach my pussy. He flicks his tongue against me as he sinks a finger in, and I nearly collapse on his lap. His devious chuckle only drives me wilder as he slides his finger out, then follows up with two.
