by Sophia Ryan
His mouth took over. With just the edges of his lips, he nibbled at the sensitive lips between her legs. She moaned and his cock stiffened even more. His blood was rushing in his ears so loud that he knew she could hear it, knew how turned on he was just tasting her flesh.
Her body trembled, and he could feel her starting to slump against him. The wave was building inside her again, he knew. Soon it would take her.
“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me again. Let me hear you scream my name.”
He stood, pressed his rock hard cock against her ass.
“Ahhh,” she moaned and pressed back into him. “Make me come.”
He gripped her hips and let his fingers fan across her stomach, trill along her ribs. He was rewarded with another shiver across her hot body. He bit along her shoulders and neck while his hands cupped her full breasts and pinched her nipples. He wanted her to feel. No arms, legs, neck, lips, no skin. Just…him.
Her arms rose and circled his neck, giving him better access to her jutting breasts. She leaned her head back and to the side, baring her neck to his teeth, and he bit her and licked her and kissed her.
The gentle massage on her breasts changed tempo and became rougher. He released one breast and smoothed that hand down between her legs, his fingers crawling through her bush for her clit. He easily parted her smooth lips and slid a finger inside her pussy.
“You’re so wet.”
“For you.” Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted.
She lifted her leg and wrapped it back, around his leg, opening herself to his searching finger. Leaving his middle finger inside her to plunge and stroke, he used his thumb and forefinger to tweak and tug her clit.
He ground his hips against her ass, his mouth kissed her lips, his hand worshipped her breasts, his finger filled her dripping wet pussy. He claimed all of her, the body he had craved since the first night he’d seen her. He felt the sweet pleasure rising in her body, higher and higher, knew the second it took her. He held her tight to him as the explosion rocked her. Her breath stopped, her body tensed, and she came into his hand, moaning his name in a long slide of sweet, unintelligible sounds that fed his own hunger.
“Kristin, ah my Kristin.”
She rode the long wave and slumped in his arms, panting as if she’d run a marathon.
He picked her up and carried her to his bed, so ready for her he was almost out of his mind. Her boneless body melted into the mattress, arms and legs splayed in a pose of total satisfaction and relaxation. He had pleased her.
“How do you feel?” He stood by the bed, smiling down at her and unbuttoning his shirt.
She managed to slide one word through her smile, “Fabulous.” Her gaze fell upon the bulge tenting his pants. She stretched to awaken her loose muscles and crawled toward him, stopping on her knees in front of him.
“Two for Kristin, zero for Sean,” she said, passion still high in her eyes. “Let’s even the score a bit.”
“I’m ready,” he said.
She kissed him softly, briefly, then focused her attention on pushing his shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. She ran her hands up his chest, letting her fingers trail over his skin. His skin tingled with heat wherever her fingers and hands touched. He burned with desire for her to explore the rest of his body. She watched his face, his eyes. Did she know what she was doing to him? Could she see the pleasure she was bringing him?
She lowered her mouth to the nipple her fingers had teased to attention, let her tongue swash over it, her lips suck it and her teeth nip it. She kissed across his chest to the matching nipple. He felt his own pounding pulse on her lips.
A groan hushed out on a breath that had been caught in his lungs. God, she affected him like no other woman ever had. She hadn’t even touched his cock yet and he was already about to come.
Her mouth kissed its way down his chest to his stomach. His abs twitched when her tongue found a ticklish spot in the valley of his ribs, but he didn’t flinch from her. Her eyes found his, but her hands kept traveling lower.
“I want to taste you,” she said, “here,” and cupped her hand over the bulge in his pants and rubbed it. “Can I?”
Colors and lights exploded inside his head at the thought of her mouth on his cock, sucking him, loving him. Never letting go of her gaze, he nodded.
Her hands unfastened his belt and pants. She shoved his pants down then reached for the bulge that was about to rip a hole in his boxers. As if she suddenly couldn’t wait any longer to get her hands on him, get him in her mouth, she yanked his boxers down. His cock bounced out toward her, tapping her stomach. It was long and thick, with a head the size of a large, firm mushroom. Would the size scare her? Or tempt her?
She smiled and pulled his rod level with her mouth, licked all around the tip. His lungs weren’t working right. He couldn’t breathe. With a low growl, his hands went to her head and his fingers slid into her hair, holding her against his hardness. His eyes closed as his fantasies became reality.
“Mmm. I knew you’d taste good,” she murmured.
He felt her tongue roll around the head of his cock. A drop of pre-cum beaded at his slit. Her tongue tasted his pleasure before she took the head into her mouth, sucked on it, taking him a little deeper each time. Her mouth slid down his organ as far as she could go, squeezed him, sucked him, while her hand massaged his balls. His cock swelled to almost bursting at every touch of her tongue and lips. His hips flexed and pumped, searching for more. He was close to coming. His fingers tangled in her thick hair and he held her head still, pulling back and stopping her from finishing him.
“Ahhh…” His voice was low, almost inaudible and his breathing ragged. “Darlin’, I can’t wait any longer to have you.”
“Then take me.” A seductive smile on her lips, she scooted backward until she could lie back on the pillow. Wasting no time, he rushed to her, suspending his body above hers and supporting his weight with his forearms on either side of her head. But instead of taking her right then, he drizzled kisses like rain over her face and her mouth, showing her how much he appreciated her passion and wanted her. As he felt her shiver, trillions of tiny sensations roared in hunger throughout his own body.
His lips seared to her neck, her nipples, and the underside of her breasts. Danced across her ribs and teased her belly, her navel. There wasn’t a spot on her body that he hadn’t tasted, but he caressed her flesh, slowly, carefully, as if it were the first and last time and he didn’t want to risk missing a single inch.
He moved down her body and pasted kisses on the inside of her thigh. When he got to within an inch of her pussy, he forced himself to move to the other leg, repeating the exquisite torture. He slid both hands up her legs and palmed her mound, pressing against it with the heel of his hand, kneading. He parted her damp lips with his thumbs and framed her clit. Clipping the flesh between both thumbs, he lapped it to a hard peak.
“Ahhhh, Sean,” she cried out in pleasure. “I thought you couldn’t wait to take me.”
“Pretty sure I said taste you.”
He breathed on her swollen flesh then fully consumed her pussy with his lips, making her hips raise off the bed into his mouth.
“Oh, God!”
“Want me to stop?” he asked.
“Oh, no, no, no, never!”
She opened her legs wide to him, and he ran his tongue along her valley, parting the dewy, petal-soft lips. His mouth captured her clit again, nibbling at it, pulling it into his mouth, sucking it, flicking his tongue against her, so hot and deliberate that the room spun.
“Sean…I need you inside me now.” She breathed the words more than spoke them as his tongue plunged into her pussy.
At the taste, the feel of her, a full-body rush engulfed him and he almost came with his cock arching against the sheets, but he stopped himself. “Don’t hold back, darlin’,” he mumbled against her torrid flesh, “come in my mouth.”
She held his head tight to her pussy, and pressed
herself deep against his mouth and tongue. Her body shuddered under him, releasing a wild cry of pleasure from her throat.
He lifted away from her when her last spasm died, ripped open a condom, and rolled it onto his cock. Then he was on her again, between her legs. It felt so good, his belly sweaty against hers, his chest brushing the tight, sensitive peaks of her nipples.
“I want you inside me. I want to feel you.”
He knew he had to be careful, but he wanted her so bad, had held back his pleasure for so long, that he wasn’t sure he could. He inched slowly inside her.
“God, you’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. It feels…ahhhh…sooo goooood.” She arched against him, seeking more.
He pushed in, driving deeper into her creamy, slick center, then pulled out slowly, over and over, to get her used to being filled so fully. As she relaxed around his raging erection, and their lubricant eased the way, he picked up the pace and was soon plunging and withdrawing in time with their racing heartbeats.
Their mouths fed on each other, their skin blended, their hearts beat as one, their bodies fused. He breathed in the smell of her, of her desire, of his, and he knew he couldn’t hold his climax much longer.
“Come with me, Kristin…my Kristin.”
He had primed her body well for release, her pussy clenching around his cock. She grabbed his ass and held him inside her and she shuddered around him, clutched in his arms, groaning her satisfaction.
His eyes closed at the feel of her pussy squeezing and holding his cock so tight and deep inside her body. He let the power of it, the power of her sounds, take him, let the edges of his mind go dark, let his eyes lose focus. One final thrust and his muscles went rigid with his own orgasm.
He groaned, erupting into the condom even as she was leveling from her pleasure.
He stilled inside her, over her, still connected. Peace enveloped him. Happiness. His breathing returned to normal. His mind could focus again. And her beautiful, contented face was the first thing he saw.
The moment was too precious for words. He caressed her face, kissed her eyes, her mouth, and wrapped around her body, cradling it in contentment and pleasure.
Their union was complete. She was his. He was hers.
One thing was certain. Once would not be enough.
Chapter Ten
It was easy enough to gain entry into the dorm building. Guys think they can handle any threat, so they tend to take fewer security precautions, like locking the front doors or having security ask unescorted women who they’re here to see.
No one saw her slip up the stairs to the third floor. The hallway was empty when she exited the stairwell. No one was there to see her stop at Randy’s door or ask her what she was doing.
She turned the knob and pushed. The fucking idiot left his door unlocked!
Randy was sprawled out on his bed, yanking on his cock, moaning Kristin’s name, clearly unaware that he had company. A few more tugs and he shot his creamy load in spurts into the air.
Zoe knew she’d come to the right place. She applauded, her mouth in a wide grin.
Randy jumped, pushing his still-shooting dick into the sheets. “Wha-tha-fuck!” His breath was sketchy and his words not fully formed as his body shuddered.
“Oh, relax, Randy. Don’t put it away on my account.” She sauntered over to the bed, sat beside him, and grabbed his flaccid, wet dick.
Randy trembled, as if he couldn’t decide between scooting back away from her and moving forward to encourage her attention.
“You really love her, don’t you?” Zoe whispered as she slowly stroked his sticky rod and pinched the bullet-shaped head.
His eyes had rolled back in his head with pleasure, and he didn’t respond.
She gripped him hard, squeezing him to the point of pain.
His hand flew to hers. “Aowha! Fuck. Not so hard, dammit!”
“Answer me, then. You love her, don’t you?”
“Who?”
She squeezed again. “Don’t act stupid, Randy. The person you were jerking off to, of course.”
“Yes, I love her.”
She loosened her grip, letting the pain fade. As she slowly stroked him, bringing back the pleasure, she heard muffled grunts and moans and cries of pleasure coming from next door. Kristin was getting her fill of Sean’s big cock tonight. The thought of someone else satisfying Kristin sliced her open. She swallowed back angry tears.
“It’s hard to listen to them having sex, isn’t it,” she said to Randy, but it was really more a statement about how she felt. When he didn’t respond, she looked at his face in the dim light. He stared at the wall separating him from Kristin, his eyes shiny and his mouth held in a grim line. Strange how both of them craved Kristin with a hunger so strong that it had the power to take over their actions.
The dick in her hand had gone soft so she resumed her careful, purposeful moves. “What would you do to have her all to yourself?”
“Anything.” His mouth hung open, his eyes half closed, and his hips slowly thrusting to the rhythm of her hand on his stiffening shaft.
“Even get rid of Sean?”
His eye flew open and his hips stilled. “He’d kick my ass.”
She caressed his balls, rolling them in her hand. “If I knew a way to break them up without you getting your ass kicked, would you be man enough to do it?”
He nodded.
“I didn’t hear you.” She was pumping him hard and fast now, felt the cum rising in his flesh, plumping it to almost average size.
“Yes.” The word came out like a long hiss as he spewed his seed.
She milked him until his spasms calmed, then wiped her sticky hand on his sheets. “Put on some underwear and we’ll talk.”
She smiled. No one would be able to connect her to the explosion that was about to blow apart her best friend’s life.
****
Sean Patrick O’Neill had never been a cuddler. But then, he’d never had a woman like Kristin DeMarco curled up beside him in his bed. The woman was hot, naked, and his.
He had a tight five months ahead of him to teach two classes, finish his thesis, and complete the field school he’d come here to help run. All which would clinch him his dream job back home. A steady lover hadn’t been in the plans for his short stay in the United States. But he’d found one. One that made him ache, made him want, made him need, made him care in a way more powerful than he ever had with anyone. Something about being with Kristin, touching her with his hands, his mouth, his dick, made his mind blur at the edges with pleasure and the only thought of being with her again. And if that didn’t turn a man into a cuddler, nothing would.
“That was the best sex of the night, O’Neill.” Kristin sighed into his chest, her breath warming his skin and sending the words directly into his heart.
“That’s what you said the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that.” He trailed his fingers along her arm, up her back and into her hair.
She chuckled softly. “Okay. I admit it. They were all in the ‘best’ category. All six of them. There’s just one problem.”
“I made you scream my name, God’s name, and fuck me now a dozen times. What problem?”
She grabbed his dick and tugged, laughing at his quick intake of breath. “Hey, a gentleman doesn’t tease his woman about her sex talk.”
Her touch electrified the blood rushing through his cock, making it come alive in her hand. They had just made love for the sixth time and fuck if he wasn’t ready for her again. And she had referred to herself as his woman.
“If you wanted a gentleman, darlin’, you’ve grabbed the wrong cock.”
Her lips parted on a sigh. “I’ve got the one I want.”
He leaned in and kissed that mouth. A hundred kisses, a million, each tasted as sweet as the last.
“But, there is a problem,” she continued.
He shifted his weight, tangling his legs with hers, and p
ulled her back into his arms. “I give up. What’s our problem?”
“It’s about what we did here tonight.”
He breathed in but forgot to exhale. Did she regret the sex? Consider it a one-night thing—part of their payback deal—that was now over? “Tell me.”
Her fingers had found his nipples fascinating and were playing with them like a kitten with a new toy.
“You’ve more than satisfied your debt to me,” she said, “overpaid, actually.”
He smiled. “And that’s a problem how?”
“There’s no incentive for you to stick around.” She leaned over his chest and flicked her tongue across his puckered nipples.
“Ahhh. I see what you’re saying.” Her mouth had left his nipples and inched down to where her tongue could surf the crests and valleys of his ribs. He forced himself to keep breathing, keep talking. “Guess I don’t have to take you out to breakfast or lunch or dinner anymore.”
“No,” she said into his navel.
“Or to the movies again.”
She mumbled a no and shook her head, using the motion to brush her mouth against his bush.
“And forget the massage.”
“Damn,” she groaned, lifting her head. “I forgot about the massage.”
He wanted to beg her not to stop, but he was a man and a man didn’t beg. For anything. “Well, lass, you showed your hand way too soon, that’s for sure.”
He put his hands on her head, gently, as if to guide her back to her intent. But she wasn’t ready to be guided. Or she had forgotten. Or had decided to torture him for awhile.
“If only you hadn’t shown me such a good time tonight,” she said, “I could claim the debt wasn’t paid yet.”
“I’ve always been an overachiever.”
Her eyes left his face and moved down to the overachiever that had risen from its base almost even with her mouth. She smiled and grabbed one of the condoms spread out on the bed.
For God’s sake, darlin’, take me in your mouth, he thought, his pulse buzzing in his balls so hard they were tightening into walnuts.
“Well, there is the matter of the condoms you owe me.” She straddled him, his erection twitching against her stomach. “A full cup, you know. That was the deal.”
