by King, Jayna
Scooping up his phone from the table, Moses headed out to the garage. Even though I was worried about other users getting the bad crank, and I knew that we had to handle the situation right away, the sight of Moses' broad shoulders, the bold tribal tattoo that arced across both of his shoulder blades and into the designs of the sleeves, had me thinking about him on top of me, naked. I wanted him again right that minute.
Enough work, I thought. He was going to square away the problem with the bad meth -- at least as far as he could that evening. We had our plans set for the following day. I decided that the second Moses came back inside, that work was over for the rest of the night.
I reached up on the couch and grabbed a couple of extra pillows, intending to make it harder for him to think about anything other than removing the little bit of clothing I had on. I stretched out on the floor, and rolled onto my side, making sure that my cleavage was just on the verge of spilling out of my bra and camisole. Moses had seemed to enjoy looking at and playing with my breasts, so I may as well put them on display, I thought with a smile. I turned my hips a bit so that Moses would be able to see the curve of my ass revealed by my black satin underwear, and I took a sip of Champagne while I waited for the sexiest man I'd ever been with to return.
The door from the garage opened, and Moses walked back inside.
"All done," he said, still looking down at the phone. He didn't look over at me until he reached the kitchen. "Need anything while I'm up?" he asked, before he closed the phone to meet my eyes.
"Just you and a little hands-on attention," I answered, gratified by the desire I saw on his face.
Moses set the phone down and walked slowly toward me, stopping for just a second to pick up a couple of blankets from the chest at the end of the couch.
"Mind if we stay by the fire for a minute?" he asked, as he unfolded the blankets.
I got up on my hands and knees and crawled out of the way, taking care to give him a full view of my ass. "We can spend all night on the floor, for all I care," I answered as I watched the muscles in his back as he spread the blankets out -- doubled up to give us a more comfortable spot. When the blankets were in place, I stretched back out and Moses reached down to unbutton my cardigan.
"It's warm in here. You don't need this." Once he had it unbuttoned, he slid both hands in, one on either side of my waist. He knelt on the floor next to me. "You look perfect right here," he said quietly before he bent to kiss me.
I ran my hands over his chest and arms, thinking that I could never get tired of feeling his muscles -- tensed now from his position bent over me. I thought about unbuttoning his jeans, but I decided to wait at least a minute or two before undressing him again. Moses lay down beside me on the blankets, up on one elbow as he continued to kiss me, his lips leaving mine occasionally to kiss me along my jaw and neck. I could feel my temperature beginning to rise, my heart rate increasing, as I thought about having him inside me again.
He trailed kisses down my throat to my cleavage and he stopped, raising his head. "The tank top has to go. It's in my way." He slipped the shirt up and off in a single quick motion, and he looked at me like he wanted to devour me. He unhooked my bra and pulled it off. "This too. Has to go." Without another word, he bent his head to my breasts.
I gasped as he flicked the tip of my nipple with his tongue. He ran a hand down my side and the feeling of his strong grip on my waist was intoxicating. Slowly, so slowly, he opened his mouth and sucked my nipple inside it, teasing and releasing it every few seconds. I could hardly keep still, I wanted to pull him toward me and prevent him from doing anything but pleasuring me. He reached up and ran his fingertips across the other nipple, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the two different sensations at the same time. Warm, wet mouth and playful fingers banished every other thought from my head. Right at that moment, we could have been the only two people in the world, for all I cared.
Moses shifted his hips, and I could feel his erection pressing into my hip. Knowing that I could turn on this amazing man was undeniably satisfying. The fact that he wanted me, wanted to be inside me, made a delicious little shiver run through my body.
Moses felt the shiver and let my nipple slide from his lips. "What was that?" he asked.
"Just thinking about you and wondering what you're going to do to me?"
"Scared?" he asked, the teasing in his voice apparent.
I wiggled my hips a little, pressing into his hard-on. "Should I be?" I asked, pretending to be seriously worried.
"Depends," he said, as he sat up and used both of his hands to cup my breasts and bring them together, squeezing my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
I arched my back involuntarily, squirming with desire that was almost impossible to contain. I couldn't speak, eyes closed, and mouth open while he played with me.
"Depends on how much you value being in control," Moses said as he shifted to his knees and started to pull my underwear off, before lowering his mouth to my stomach. Black panties discarded, he parted my knees and ran one finger over my neatly shaved lips. I lifted my hips, pressing against his hand, wanting to feel his fingers exploring, pressing inside me.
"Fuck control," I whispered as I watched him lower his mouth to my nipples again, while I felt one finger tease my clit before sliding inside me. Good Lord, I was already dripping wet again.
I closed my eyes and felt Moses' mouth tugging at my breast, sucking, flicking, increasing in pressure, as his fingers spread the wetness to my clit and gently rubbed until I felt like I was going to explode. My breath quickened, and I pushed up again with my hips.
"Right there," I whispered, knowing that if his fingers continued to fondle my clit I would explode in seconds.
My eyes flew open as I felt Moses pull his hand away. I looked up to see him smiling down at me, a naughty little grin on his face.
"You're not getting off that easy," he said. "I'm in control, and I plan to take my time. By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to be dripping wet and begging me to fuck you to put you out of your misery." He kissed me. "I want you to beg for my cock. I want you to take it any way I want to give it to you. This is how I do things, Max. I'm in control, and you're mine, at least for tonight."
I looked at Moses, and I wasn't sure quite what to think. Only because he'd stopped -- leaving me at the brink of an orgasm -- could I think at all. I'd never really gone for the dominant, alpha male type. I knew I was smart and capable, and while I wanted a partner who was my equal, I didn't get the appeal of being dominated. But there was something about that edge in his voice -- the hint of danger, the promise of surrendering just a little of my habitual control -- that turned me on. I trusted Moses, mostly anyway, and even though I knew that I wasn't thinking very clearly, considering the fact that the man had his fingers buried in my pussy and all I cared about was figuring out how to get him to continue driving me crazy. I decided that I didn't care.
I shifted my hips and raised them, using my hand to press his even harder against my clit. "I'm all yours, Moses," I whispered. "You can do whatever you want."
I spread my knees wider, giving him a full view of his new playground, and I moaned a little as he bent to replace his finger on my clit with his tongue -- the heat of it melting into me before he started to work my clit, flicking it and swirling his tongue like he couldn't get enough. I wondered what else he had planned.
Chapter 28
Moses
I was looking at the most gorgeous fucking sight I'd ever seen in my life. Max was completely naked and spread out, begging me for more. It took restraint not to just plow her right then and there, but I was gonna enjoy making her crazy for a little while longer.
Max just tasted like sex. She was all slippery, and making her wiggle under my tongue was such a fuckin' turn-on. I had to adjust my position a little because my cock was so hard and I was uncomfortable. I decided to turn up the heat a bit for her. I kept working her clit with my tongue, and I pushed two fingers i
nside her, reaching up to find her g-spot. I knew I'd found it when I heard her gasp. I could feel her sit up a little, like she wanted to see what I was doing, and I kept at it.
I wouldn't bring it up to Max, but I enjoyed making a woman cum with my tongue, even though I didn't get to do it very often. I had no desire to get my mouth anywhere near the skanky girls that hung around the clubhouse, hoping to score some crank, or at least a good hard fuck.
Max was a whole different kind of girl. She moved her hips, like she couldn't decide whether she was trying to escape or get me to press my tongue even harder against her slick, wet pussy. I could feel her getting close to an orgasm again, and I wasn't quite ready to let her have one yet. I left my fingers in place, and I moved back up to suck on her tits again. Her back arched, and she started turning her head from side to side, like she was about to lose control.
I picked up my head, slid my soaking wet fingers out of her and looked down at Max -- legs wide open, hair spread out over the pillows and blankets, nipples wet from my lips.
"My turn," I said.
Her eyes lit up and she smiled with anticipation. "Tell me what you want me to do," she said, as if she needed instructions.
I stood up and held my hand out to her. "Suck on my fingers," I said, wondering how she'd react.
She sat up and opened her mouth, submissively waiting for me to put my fingers in her mouth. I slipped one finger inside and watched as she closed her lips over it, sucking her juices from my skin. She took each finger in turn, and as I watched her and thought about her lips and how good they'd feel in other places, I stiffened inside my jeans. When she'd finished sucking off my fingers, she waited for further instructions.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them. Max anticipated my next request and put a pillow under her knees. I looked down at her, her naked tits and her sexy mouth, just waiting for my cock, and I wanted to cum right that second.
"Suck my cock," I told her. "And if you do a good job, then I'll fuck you with it later."
When Max spoke, her voice was sexy and a little husky. "Oh, I'll do a good job."
She settled on her knees and ran her hands over her tits, purely for my entertainment. She started slow, and watching her mouth come near my cock, and watching her open her mouth, take my cock in her tend, and lick the underside of the head, was so fuckin' hot. She licked me all over, taking her time and driving me crazy. I wanted to just bury myself in her mouth, but I let her go slow. She covered every inch of me -- from the tip to the base of my shaft -- before she opened her mouth wide and took the whole head of my cock into her mouth. She looked up at me, and the eye contact with the sight of her mouth open wide, stretched by my hard-on, was almost more than I could stand. She started moving her mouth over my cock, taking a little more each time, until she had the head buried deep in her throat. I couldn't help pushing my hips forward just a little with every movement of her head.
I had to stop her, though, or I was gonna cum in her mouth. As much as I wanted to do that at some point, I wanted to fuck her first. More than anything I'd ever wanted in my life, I wanted to make Max cum all over my cock. I wanted her juices dripping off of me, and I wanted her senseless, completely in ecstasy.
I put my hands on her shoulders, and I slowly pulled my cock from her mouth. "You did a very good job. So good that I have to stop you so I can fuck you."
Max sat back on her heels. "How would you like to fuck me, Moses?" She turned around, so that her ass was silhouetted by the fireplace, and while I watched, hardly able to believe my eyes, she bent over on her hands and knees and spread her knees apart. "Would you like to fuck me from behind?" she asked, as she looked back at me over her shoulder.
I could see all of her -- her glistening pussy, right there, begging for my cock. I was gonna give it to her. Without another word, I dropped to my knees and drove right into her, not pulling out, but just grinding my whole hard length as deep as I could get it.
"Oh my God," Max called out, pushing her hips back into me, moving herself side to side slightly, as if she could get me deeper inside that way. "Fuck me Moses," she said, looking over her shoulder again. "Fuck me hard."
I followed instructions. I grabbed her hips and pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back into her, hearing her gasp as I forced my huge cock into her slick pussy over and over. She worked with my rhythm, and I could feel her reach down between her legs and start fingering her clit. She was making wordless noises of pleasure, moaning and making sounds that made me even harder.
Keeping one hand on her hip, sliding it forward a little so that I could still pull her toward me with each thrust, I ran my other hand up her back, until I reached her hair. I wound my fingers through the back of her hair, and I grabbed hold, gently, but firmly. I pulled just a little and saw her head come back toward me, pulled by my hand in her hair. I could see her throat exposed while I fucked her, her eyes closed, and her hand still working, playing with her clit. I could feel her fingers working faster, and I could feel her pussy getting even slicker, while she started to pant and make noises the sounded almost like a whimper. She was so close.
"Max?" I said, continuing to bury myself, felling her so tight all around my hard-on. "Look at me."
I loosed my hold on her hair so that she could turn her head.
"You're gonna cum for me."
"Yes," she panted.
I got harder still inside her, and I grabbed her hips so hard that I thought she might have a mark the next morning. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back roughly -- every thrust a little harder and faster.
"Moses, I'm gonna come for you."
I fucked her as hard as I could, feeling my swelling cock take up her entire pussy, knowing that the second her muscles seized on mine that I was gonna explode.
"Moses, I'm gonna cum all over your cock."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she slowed her motion and started to grind her hips all over my cock, and her pussy contracted all over me. I could feel my orgasm start from the tips of my toes, and I cried out as I buried myself inside her, thrusting just slightly as the waves of my orgasm shot my load deep inside her dripping wet pussy. She said my name one more time as her orgasm started to subside, and I could feel her squeeze the muscles surrounding me as if she wanted to make sure that every drop of cum was wrung from my cock.
I was still hard, and she still felt so good that I stayed there, inside her. Max had taken her hand from between her legs and she rested, her breathing slowing just a bit, still on her hands and knees. I bent forward and ran both hands up her sides and underneath her to find her huge tits, nipples just begging to be fondled. I flicked them both and Max gasped, as if she'd expected that we were finished.
I laughed, and I knew it sounded low and evil. I pinched both nipples hard and felt Max's pussy convulse again, squeezing my cock and keeping me from softening.
"You didn't think we were finished, did you?" I asked.
Max just moaned as I filled my hands with her tits, marveling at the weight and firmness. I wanted to smother myself with a face full of her breasts. I hadn't expected to go again so quickly, but the fact that Max was clearly still turned on -- even after her huge orgasm -- really turned me on as well. I started to move inside her again, and I could feel the trickle of my cum start to drip from her.
"Holy shit!" I stood up, pulling out in horror.
Max turned around, confused. "What the hell?"
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I forgot to put a condom on. I can't believe I did that."
"Shit," Max said, standing up as well. "I didn't think about it either. How fucking stupid."
I felt physically sick to my stomach. "I don't guess you're on the pill, are you?"
She wrapped a blanket around herself and flopped down onto the couch. "No. I'm due for a doctor's visit, and I haven't found a new doc yet since I've moved. It wasn't any big deal since I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't sleep around. Ignoring all evidence to the
contrary, of course." She buried her face in her hands.
I pulled on my jeans. "Goddammit. I've never done that before. I was just so excited, so into it, that I just didn't even think." I went to sit next to her. "Max, I'm really sorry."
"It's not just your fault. I should have stopped you, but all I could think about was having you inside me. I'm not usually so irresponsible."
"Well, shit." I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Max looked at me. "I hate to ask, but are you clean? Have you been tested?"
"Absolutely. I'm always very careful, and in my line of work, I get tested for every STD on the planet twice a year. I don't want to get anything from the people I work on."
"Okay. This will be okay. I'll go get the morning after pill tomorrow, and I'll have my doctor test me when I make an appointment. This isn't the end of the world."
I sighed and leaned back against the couch. "I don't know what else to say, but I'm sorry, Max. I feel terrible."
"It'll be fine. My fault too. I could use another glass of wine, though."
"That problem I can solve," I said, taking her glass into the kitchen along with mine.
Chapter 29
Max
Once the shock of the fact that we'd just had completely unprotected sex had worn off, I made my plan -- morning after pill and STD tests -- and was ready to move on. There wasn't anything else I could do about our stupidity after the fact. Once my heart rate returned to something close to normal, I realized that I was exhausted. I didn't know what time it was, but I was ready for bed. I yawned and stretched.
Moses looked over at me. "Tired?"
"Exhausted. It's been a long day."
"And tomorrow's likely to be as long."
"Yeah," I agreed. "I don't even want to think about that right now."
