by Penny Wylder
"Hours?" I say, more breathless than I'd like. "How?" I’d never had any man spend more than a few minutes with my breasts, too eager to get to the rest of me.
He chuckles, pressing kisses to the seam of fabric against my skin just below my tits. They’re screaming for him to touch them more. Harder. "You're turned on right now, and I've barely touched you. I could spend just an hour teasing these nipples of yours until you were so wet that all I'd have to do is blow on your clit for you to come." He leans up close to me, blowing gently against my neck to prove a point. I shiver, goosebumps flowing down my body all the way to my toes. "And then I'd like to see my cock in-between them, cover them in lotion, and fuck them until I came. Maybe you'd come too."
His hand slides under my back and his fingers slip between the laces with ease. The top loosens, and he pulls it free, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. I watch the color of his eyes darken as he takes in my tits. "Scratch that," he says. "I'd fuck them until I came twice." I laugh, because he's smiling and I know that he's saying it for a laugh, but I bite my lip to keep from telling him that he could do that. I would let him. But then his smile fades, and he’s looking me down with hunger. “And after I came, you would swallow all of it, whether or not you had to scrape it off your tits with your fingers.”
Oh my god. Heat roils through me, and I can feel wetness soaking down to my thighs.
I've never done that with a guy, let him lotion me up like that. Frankly, I've never even thought about doing that with a guy, and it sounds sexy as fuck. But now his mouth is actually on my nipple and I can't breathe. Oh God, he's not wrong. This is going to get me so close to coming, he's not going to have to do anything else. Pleasure builds behind my clit and I press my legs together to keep from climbing too high, too fast. His teeth scrape, not gentle but rough, not quite to the point of pain, just far enough to have me wanting more.
Glenn's tongue swirls across my skin, lapping and licking before sucking with a force that pulls pleasure from every corner of my body. "Shit."
He hums against my skin, and I think that he was absolutely serious when he said that he wanted to find out what made me scream. That's not like most guys. With most guys, we'd be finished already, with him having gotten off in two minutes of fucking and nearly being asleep by now. Glenn hasn't even gotten me all the way naked yet. Holy shit.
I push my breasts together, offering them up to him so he can do what he wants with them. He can fuck them, come on them, suck on them until I’m delirious. Please. He places his hands over mine, holding them together, and he licks both my nipples together. I think I’m in fucking heaven.
Teeth graze my skin again, and I work my fingers into his hair, holding his head against me. More, more, more. I don't even realize that I'm saying it out loud until he pulls back, releasing me as he says, "Yes, Ma'am."
Kisses are peppered across my breast, circling closer until he's teasing me with the tip of his tongue. The warmth of his mouth on me is amazing, and I relax into the sensation of pleasure. Glenn's mouth covers my nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth with no hesitation. He sucks me until it aches, until it feels like his mouth is already between my legs, and I'm so wet that I'm dripping.
He slides a hand down further on my waist to my hips and across the fabric of my jeans. Oh my God, there's champagne in my veins, the way I feel tingles and bubbles. All he has to do is touch the seam of my jeans and I'm writhing with pleasure. Glenn flickes my clit, rubbing me forcefully, and I’m overcome with an orgasm that's so fast and bright it leaves me spinning.
"Jesus," I say, gasping for air.
"That's quite a compliment, but it's just Glenn."
I start to laugh, still not quite present from the wave of perfect sensation, when I feel his mouth again. It grazes the skin between my breasts and drifts lower across my ribs, stopping to mark each one with a touch or a lick. He circles my bellybutton, and he tastes that too. Fuck, how can he make even that feel good with nothing but his tongue and some whiskey? Am I really that drunk or is he that good? Maybe I'm just still in the post-orgasmic high and my brain is playing tricks on me. God, I want to be impaled by this man. If he can do this much with his tongue, then his cock is going to send me into space.
He's going so slowly, taking his time, that I half expect him to unbutton my pants with his teeth. But he doesn't. They're stripped off my legs with quick efficiency--the only thing I'm left wearing is a lacy black thong. It hides absolutely nothing and is soaked through with my orgasm and renewed arousal. I’m sticky with it. And I know that's exactly where he's headed. I can see it in his eyes.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say. “I already came.”
Glenn stops, and looks up at me, raising an eyebrow. He doesn’t say anything, just starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. My mouth goes dry, because everything that I felt when we were dancing is a hundred percent accurate. He’s ripped. Smooth muscles flow down his chest and stomach, graced with a light dusting of hair that disappears into his jeans. Bulging, completely stuffed jeans.
Oh my God. I can’t look away, and I’m glad I don’t because I get to see the way those muscles grace his arms and shoulders as he shrugs out of the shirt. I want to lick every part of his body the way he’s done mine. I want to trace those muscles and see the way his cock moves in response. I want to fucking eat him alive.
He leans down over me, very intentionally dragging his body up mine, so I feel our skin connect and it draws out shudders and shivers and echoes of pleasure.
“You don’t want my mouth on you?” he asks.
I flush, not used to such a direct question about oral sex, but he’s so close to me that I want him to kiss me again. And of course, I want his mouth on me. God, if that’s what he can do to my nipples…
“No,” I say, my voice airy, affected by his closeness. “I do. I just know that most guys don’t like to do that.”
He kisses me then, deeply and thoroughly. Effectively illustrating how good he is with his tongue and what he’s offering to do to my pussy. “I’m not like most guys,” he says. “I’m celebrating, remember? And I chose to celebrate with you. I’m not just going to make you come once and roll over.”
“I—”
He doesn’t even give me the chance to respond, slithering down my body so that his face is there, nudging my thighs apart and inhaling me. I give in, letting him closer, and he licks me through the fabric of my panties. My breath hiccups in my chest, and I reach out to hold on to something, but there’s nothing to grasp.
Glenn stretches the black lace tight over my clit, continuing his onslaught on top of it. The smooth heat of his tongue and the rough scratch of the fabric combine to make me squirm. I can’t seem to keep my hips still, lifting them toward his mouth and wordlessly asking for more. Please make me come again. Please.
A thumb presses over the fabric, rolling across me in easy circles. The pleasure is sharp, plunging deep through my gut, and I moan. My fingers dig into the comforter, knuckles white.
He peels the thong down my legs and drops it to the floor with the rest of my clothes. He gives me a grin that’s all sex and hunger and anticipation before he pushes his mouth between my legs again, and this time it’s not gentle. It’s a fucking tidal wave.
Hands caress my thighs, pushing them outward, and his tongue opens me like a flower. Tracking and licking and seeking and I can’t breathe. Huge, lapping strokes of his tongue cover me and raise me higher on the wave of ecstasy, and I crash down again as he pulls away, just short of the edge.
“Noooo,” I say. He doesn’t say anything, because his mouth is still occupied. He’s just stopped, slowed down. The touches are light and grazing, making me jump in surprise when he connects. A couple of times he strays from my pussy and brushes kisses to the inside of my thighs. I’m aching with need, practically shaking. I can feel his breath on my skin and even that touch makes me want to scream.
He builds me back up piece by piece, and I’m climbing that hill of
pleasure toward climax like a rollercoaster. My hands find their way back to his hair, and I pull his mouth against me, help him consume me. And he does. Like I’m the best thing that he’s ever tasted. His tongue plunges inside me, fucking me, so deep he almost touches my G-spot, and I’m blind. There’s nothing left but his tongue and the way he moves. He scoops his hands under my ass and seals his mouth over me, working me with long, slow sucks until I’m so close that he can’t breathe.
And he stops.
Again.
I curse loudly, and he laughs. Laughs.
“Glenn, please.” It comes out long and low. Pleading. Fading pleasure is pinging low in my gut, and it almost hurts as the need to come fades. If things could spontaneously combust, I would almost be there.
“You taste amazing. You should be served for dessert.” He grins up at me, unable to conceal his smile from between my legs. “Never edged before?”
“Not like this.”
“It makes it better.”
I glare at him. “Prove it.”
There’s a sharp glint in his eye, and I know that he’s accepted the challenge. Sucking my clit between his lips, he rolls it between them, grazes it with his teeth, teases it with his tongue. He focuses on that little bundle of nerves, flicking it over and over, sweeping up the underside that carries me higher, and the renewed need to explode comes hard and fast, stealing my breath.
Glenn works a finger inside me, and then another, my slickness allowing him to sink deep. He curls his fingers, finding that rough patch that’s my G-spot with more ease than anyone I’ve ever been with. It’s effortless, and suddenly I’m shaking, sensation driven into me from inside and outside, and I can’t hold on.
The orgasm shatters me. I cry out, arching off the bed, every muscle going taut, electrified with pleasure. I’m frozen and blind, completely at the mercy of Glenn’s fingers and mouth. The climax washes up and over, and spirals down deep. So deep that I’m shaking.
He keeps going, licking and sucking until every last drop of pleasure is wrung from me, and I’m limp on the bed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I say it out loud too. “Fuck.”
Glenn pulls his fingers from my pussy and licks them clean as he stands up, looking down at me with pure satisfaction. And judging from the even larger bulge in his pants, he enjoyed it too. Not as much as I did. “I would taste that every day if I could. And see?” he says. “Edging works.”
“You’re still a bastard for that,” I say, but the words have no force.
“It can be addicting,” he says, unbuckling his pants. “Keeping someone in suspense, letting them chase the high and never finding it. Never letting them know if you’re going to choose to send them over or leave them in agony.”
“Did I end up in bed with a sadist?” My eyes are glued to his hands, watching.
He pushes his pants off his hips and he’s left in tight boxer briefs. Black like my thong. We kind of matched. Just a little. But the thin fabric doesn’t hide the fact that he’s almost tearing it with how hard he is. And when he removes those, my mouth goes dry.
Glenn’s hand falls to his cock, stroking it absently. It’s jutting straight away from his body, an utter monument to sex and life and virility. He’s big. Longer than he is thick, but even so, I’m not sure my fingers could circle him.
He’s going to be inside me. Oh God. My eyes flutter closed in anticipation.
“No,” Glenn says.
“No?”
He grins, finding a condom and rolling it on. “No, I’m not a sadist.”
I had forgotten that I’d even asked the question because he’s now naked. “Evidence would suggest otherwise.”
Glenn climbs back onto the bed with me, caging me with his arms, mouth close to mine. He feels so much bigger now that he’s naked, this position far more vulnerable and intimate. “Not a sadist,” he says again. “I just like the satisfaction, and seeing someone writhing beneath me, completely, mindlessly, desperate.”
His cock is pressed against my stomach, hot and hard and ready. It’s incredibly distracting. “You’re crazy.”
“Am I?” He presses his lips to mine, and his lips taste sweet. Like me. God. “Imagine this,” he says. “A guy you’re dating comes to see you every day. Every day he pleasures you, fucks you with his fingers and with his tongue. Uses toys. You never know when it’ll happen, but it’ll be great.”
Pressing my hips up into him, grazing his cock, trying to get him to move faster. But I already know that he likes to take his time. “I like that image,” I say.
“But for one week, he never lets you come.”
“I think I’d rather die,” I say.
Glenn lowers his lips to my ear, the way he’s brushing my skin making me shiver. “No, you wouldn’t. Every second, you’d be thinking about him and whether the next time would be the time you go over. You’d be so sensitive that a breeze would arouse you. You’d be begging for it. But when you finally came, it would be the best orgasm of your life. You’d scream so loud that all of Nashville would hear you.”
His words create a picture in my head, and damn him, it’s hot. I can see everything he’s saying with perfect clarity, and part of me gets it. I can understand the exquisite agony of holding back. “And what would stop me from just going home and touching myself?” My voice has gone dark and raspy, and I wrap my hands behind his neck, pulling him closer to kiss me.
“I told you,” he says, mouth quirking up into that smile that’s devastating. “It’s addictive. You’d want it too.”
I can’t help but laugh softly. “I’ll keep that in mind. But right now, I’m going to need you to fuck me. Because I’m not a patient woman, and I want your cock in me now.”
Glenn rolls me on my side, straddling one of my legs and holding onto the other. He’s perfectly lined up with me, and he pushes in, plunging deep in one long stroke. I’m so wet from his attention, so aroused from his words that he slips in to the hilt, and holy fucking shit.
I gasp, losing my breath as it turns into a moan. He’s filled me to the brim, so much I’m not sure that I’m meant to take a cock that big, and still he’s in me, balls pressed tight against me. Oh fucking shit it aches so good. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer as he pulls back and drives in again. And again. And again. In this position, I feel every inch of him, and it hits different places inside that I’m not used to. I’m already so high, so sensitive, that I fall into my first orgasm in seconds. I’m stuffed and bursting, more pleasure exploding with every thrust.
Colors flash behind my eyes, and I cling to the bed again, searching for an anchor. “Oh my God,” I say.
Glenn drives in harder, faster, slamming in so I feel raw and vulnerable and perfectly content. My body has turned to jelly, accepting him, and accepting the pleasure he’s giving me. I can’t do anything else. I’m stretched to the limit, entirely at his mercy and I need more. He’s fucking me brutally, not letting my pleasure lapse for even a second. More more more more more.
He pauses for a brief second to flip me onto my stomach, barely pulling out before he’s slamming back into me. His chest is pressed against my back, arm locked around my waist as we move together. Glenn growls, low in his throat, like an animal who’s claiming me. And I want it. Take me.
Another climax is coming, delicious and deserved.
But Glenn’s voice is in my ear. “Fight it. Don’t come.”
“I can’t,” my words are a sob and a moan.
“You can,” he says, thrusting harder, and harder still, making that the most difficult thing I’ve ever tried to do. “Trust me.”
And I’m not exactly sure why, but I do.
3
Glenn
Fucking Christ, Diamond is amazing. Every inch of her body is gorgeous, and tasting her sweet pussy was something I’m never going to forget. She’s feisty, and the way we go back and forth, I like to push her.
I wasn’t lying when I told that I like edging, and that it is addictive. There’s nothing like that si
zzling heat of the first orgasm after a long denial. It’s perfect.
The other thing that’s perfect is Diamond’s sweet, hot, cunt. She’s gripping me so hard as I fuck her that it’s everything I can do to hang on to my own orgasm. Her pussy is milking my cock like it was made for it, but I will hold on. I’m going to hold on for as long as I can, make it last.
As long as I possibly can.
Even so, it feels like I’m drowning in the sweet pleasure that surrounds my cock. It’s like I’m sheathed in molten heat. She’s gasping, moaning, and I know that she’s so close. I could do what I told her earlier, simply breathe on her clit, and she’d come.
I’m tempted, just to see her scream again.
The sight of my cock being swallowed by her pussy, all the way in until I’m so deep in her I can’t remember my own name is the hottest fucking thing that I’ve ever seen. I’m going to remember this, because fucking Diamond is everything that I could have asked for.
She’s holding onto the bed like she needs a lifeline, mouth open in ecstasy while her breasts bounce from the force of my fucking. God, she's stunning. And we're both close. As much as I want to make it last, I can't. I'm greedy, and I want that pleasure that's so close I can taste it.
"Together," I say, thrusting harder, and she goes over, pussy locking down on my cock like a vise. Sheer electric pleasure blazes through me, and I yell out my climax while she screams. Such a beautiful scream, raw and sexy. Wave after wave of heat pulses down my spine, the orgasm like a force of its own, milking my cock for all it's worth. I come deep, imagining what it would be like to have her body accept my seed. Feeling her take it all and the knowledge that I claimed her carnally.
I get hard again so fast that I’m dizzy.
I nearly collapse on top of her, barely catching myself, but still landing, limbs entangled. My cock is buried deep, and for the moment, I have no plans to change that. I roll us together so that we're side by side, and decide to tease her some more. She was so horrified by my edging her, it's hard to resist.
