by Lexi Whitlow
His eyes are glistening with emotion, and again I’m overwhelmed with the thought of how lonely he must have been growing up. I may have disagreed with almost everything my parents stood for, and I may have fought with my brother at every turn, and I may barely see my family at all anymore, but I’ve never once questioned the fact that they love me.
Justin didn’t have that for the majority of his life. And even when he did, it was stolen from him by circumstances outside of his control.
“I’ll cook for you anytime you want,” I croak. It’s out of my mouth before I even think about it. “You just say the word. Wait till you try my chicken and dumplings.”
Next thing I know, he’s got my hand in his and his thumb is stroking my fingers.
“God, what I wouldn’t do for your dumplings,” he husks, his steel-grey eyes burning a hold in me.
The touch of his skin on mine is like fire. There’s no denying what’s happening down below anymore, and for the first time ever, I don’t even care. I’ve made him work hard enough.
But not as hard as I’m going to.
Suddenly he shakes his head and breaks eye contact, letting go of my hand.
“I can’t believe I just said that,” he mutters. “That was a wonderful moment and I made it—”
“Shut up,” I breath as I reach across the table and pull his mouth onto mine. They touch and instantly our tongues are entwined like snakes, each wrestling for dominance over the other.
He pulls back for a moment. “Sarah, are you—”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
I zip around to his side of the table in the blink of an eye and we wrap ourselves around each other again. I can feel the steel of his erection straining against his jeans, and I press my groin into it as hard as I can. The heat and pressure there inspires a delicious itch that’s begging to be scratched.
And he’s going to scratch it. Nothing can stop that now.
“Justin,” I moan as my lips move to his ear. “It’s time.”
He responds by reaching under my skirt and clutching my ass, pulling me even closer to his hard cock. I gasp at the sheer animalism of it, the primal urge behind it. With two deft move, I release my skirt and it drops to a puddle on the floor.
Justin lifts me out of it and I wrap my legs around his waist. The thought that I’m finally giving into the hunger I’ve been feeling since we first met gives me the freedom to pursue the pleasure with abandon. He takes the hint and soon his hands are roaming under my blouse, unhooking my bra.
“Sarah,” he sighs. “Finally.”
My naked buttocks get a bit of a shock as he drops me on the edge of the cold granite countertop. His right hand quickly finds the buttons of my blouse while his left undoes his belt and the top of his jeans. The moves are fumbling and awkward, but his desperation to get naked and get at me just turns up the heat between my legs.
I shiver uncontrollably when his lips wrap around my nipple for the first time in what seems like ages, even though it’s only been weeks. Meanwhile, my hand has found his hot steel shaft and is giving it all the attention it deserves. His jeans and shorts suffer the same fate as my skirt and slump to the floor. He stops for a moment and grabs the tail of his shirt, not even bothering to unbutton it, to pull it over his head. A second later he’s fully naked in front of me, and it almost takes my breath away.
“Now you,” he growls, yanking my G-string under my ass and down my legs before tossing it across the room. It lands on the faucet and dangles there like a sleazy rearview mirror souvenir from a bachelor party.
That thought turns me on even more.
Our mouths come together again as our hands continue to explore. Now his fingers are inside me, bringing me dangerously close to a threshold I don’t want to cross yet. Not here in the kitchen.
And definitely not from his fingers.
“Bedroom,” I pant in his ear.
“Uh-huh.” It sounds like an animal grunt.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me down the hall to the back of my flat. Before I know it, I’m sailing through the air as he tosses me onto the bed as if I weighed no more than a doll. He stalks towards the bed as I prop myself up on my elbows. The sheer hunger in his eyes sparks fresh wetness between my legs.
I see him move to drop to his knees, so I spring forward and catch him by the shoulders.
“Me first,” I say, and it sounds like a command.
Justin swallows hard and nods—as if he had a choice—so I kneel in front of him and gaze at the tip of that huge, hard cock. My hands reach up to clutch his sculpted ass cheeks while my lips slide ever so slowly over the tip. He lets out a long, slow breath of pleasure with each passing inch, each hot slide of my tongue.
“Unnnhhhh…”
A crazy thought flashes through my head: the Rumspringa’s on me, and it won’t be denied.
“Sarah,” he sighs as his fingers tangle through my hair. He doesn’t pull, just holds me while I take him all the way in.
Without even realizing it, I’ve been working my own fingers into my wet opening, driving myself closer to that moment where I’ll lose control. Finally, after I think he’s had enough, I give Justin’s cock one last, delicate kiss and pull myself back up. I lock eyes with him as I lay back down on the bed, pulling him down with me.
“I want to taste you,” he purrs in my ear.
“Not this time,” I whisper back.
He gasps as I reach down and grab his shaft again. My legs part and wrap around his lower back while I pull him towards my steamy opening.
“Are you sure?” he gasps. “I don’t have—”
I put a finger against his lips. “I went to the doctor before we—well, before that last night together. I’m ready.” I press my lips against his ear. “For anything and everything.”
He responds reflexively, plunging his shaft deep inside me on the first thrust and making me gulp in air like a fish on land.
“I’m sorry!” he gasps.
“No,” I sigh. “No, it’s good. Oh, God, so good.”
My arms wrap around his neck and pull him to me as he begins his strokes. They’re long and slow, but strong at the end as he tilts his hips upwards. Suddenly I’m quivering as a bolt of lightning races from the spot he strikes all the way into my belly.
“Holy shit. I’ve never—”
“I told you I was good,” he pants, his grin wolfish and predatory.
I grip his shoulders as his thrusts start to come faster and stronger. Each one ends with that same jolt of pleasure, that deep ache that makes me shudder and struggle for breath. Justin tilts backwards until he’s sitting on his thighs. Then his powerful hands reach under my ass and pull me upwards and into him, until every one of his hard strokes is hitting home right where they need to.
“Justin,” I moan. “Finally…”
His breathing is ragged now and his fingers find the little button at the top of my opening, and suddenly the world turns into a Technicolor kaleidoscope of images and silent sounds. All I’m aware of is the shuddering pleasure inside me and the animal grunts that accompany his thrusts.
“I can’t hold on,” he pants.
“Let go!” I cry, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Oh God, I’m… it’s…”
One last tilt of his hips and I feel an explosion between my thighs, carrying me up into the stratosphere. His breath gusts into my ear as my own blows back the hair above his forehead, our bodies rocking and shuddering in time with each other, until finally I can’t hold myself up and longer and I collapse onto my back into a puddle of sweat.
Justin falls on top of me, holding himself up on shaky arms, his heaving chest pressed against my breasts. Suddenly an aftershock hits, and my legs clutch around his waist to pull myself into him one last time.
“Huhhhh….” The sound comes out of my mouth like air escaping from a balloon.
“Sarah,” he sighs. “Jesus, that was…”
I save him from having to come u
p with an adverb by planting my lips against his and invading his mouth with my tongue. He responds in kind, and we spend long, slow seconds doing that instead of ruining the moment with more words.
“I definitely like Justin better than Ben,” I say as we lie entangled on top of the bed, our sweat drying in the cool air.
Justin chuckles softly. “And Justin likes what you do with him, too.”
“I guess I should make pot roast more often.”
He rolls onto his elbow to gaze down at me.
“It wasn’t the food,” he says. “It was what it meant.”
I press my finger against his lips again with a smile. I don’t want to dive into the deep end just yet. Who knows where this is going to go? All I know for sure right now is that there’s an incredibly desirable naked man next to me in bed, and we have lots of time.
He gets the hint and lies back again.
“Don’t going falling asleep,” I warn. “We’re not done yet.”
He reaches out and takes my hand in his, then places it on his cock, which is already throbbing and hot to the touch.
“Does that feel like we’re done?” he asks. “I remember someone saying anything and everything earlier.”
I grin and give in to the ache that’s already starting anew deep inside.
Turns out pot roast isn’t the only thing that brings Justin Lucas back for thirds. And I match him every single step of the way.
12
Justin
Keep your eyes closed.”
“Why?”
Sarah sighs, but it’s barely audible over the spray of hot water that’s sluicing over us from the two showerheads on opposite sides of the huge stall. Whoever renovated her apartment kept most of it fairly low-key, but they went all out on the master bath.
“Just do it,” she says, gripping my erection from her position behind me. “Or you can dry off and go home.”
That’s the last thing I want to do, so I scrunch my eyes tight. “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s better.” She applies a little scented gel to my cock, giving it a super slipperiness that makes it easier for her to stroke me. Easier for her; I’m having a hell of a time keeping myself from exploding all over the shower door.
“I still don’t know why I have to—”
She slaps my ass so hard I yelp.
“What is it with you and control?” She’s giggling, but I can hear the exasperation in her voice. “This is going to be fun, dummy.”
I brace my hands against the shower walls in an attempt to keep myself upright while she continues soaping me all over with the gel. It feels amazing, but I still don’t know what the surprise is supposed to—
Then I hear her drop down to the floor behind me and feel her delicate fingers grip my ass cheeks. What in the world is she—
My cheeks are apart before I realize what’s happening, and suddenly the hot wetness of her tongue sends a lightning bolt through me, all the way from my balls to my chest. I press harder against the walls to try to keep my feet under me and not collapse as my knees go weak.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Sarah, that’s… oh my God.”
Her hand cups me between my legs and squeezes playfully, which sends even more shockwaves through me. I float on a cloud of pleasure for what seems like forever as she caresses my most private parts. No one has ever touched me there before, and it somehow feels wrong and yet so right at the same time.
But I finally pull myself out of the moment before I regret it.
“I can’t,” I huff. “Sarah, I’ll come if you don’t stop…”
And just like that, she’s done and pulling herself back up to a standing position, leaving me to recover my equilibrium.
“We can’t have that,” she says matter-of-factly. “Only mutual climaxes tonight. Like the old song says, you can’t have one without the other.”
Love & Marriage. It’s a classic tune, and it makes me wonder—is it true?
Holy shit, did I just think about marriage? I’m Justin Lucas, for fuck’s sake!
I turn to face her. She’s even more stunning without make-up, her hair plastered to her head, her naked body glistening. If only we could just stay just like this, the two of us exposed completely to each other, forever.
Whoa, boy, get a grip on yourself.
Then Sarah gets a grip on me and it’s hard to think again.
“I just wanted you to feel the way you make me feel.” She’s smiling, but her eyes drill right into me. “That feeling when someone makes you lose control. Like you’re giving yourself to them and letting them do what they know will make you feel good.”
I grasp her shoulders and pull her to me. Our mouths come together in hot, wet union and our tongues meet again to catch up like old friends. The tip of my cock slides amiably against her opening and she tilts her hips forward to take advantage of it.
“You did make me lose control,” I sigh in her ear.
“How did it feel?”
I pause. How did it feel? It’s never happened with a woman before.
“It felt like the most natural thing in the world. I should close my eyes more often.”
Her smile is like sunshine. It’s not the lascivious grin she was wearing when she led me into the shower by my cock; it’s more innocent.
“That’s what I wanted,” she says. “That’s how I feel with you.”
We stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before the lizard part of my brain that controls the fight-or-flight instinct takes over. This is getting way too deep.
“Well,” I purr. “that sure sounds like an invitation to me.”
Now it’s my turn to drop to my knees. The last thing I see before my eyes turn to her cleft is Sarah’s head dropping back in anticipation. I part her lips with my thumbs and take all of her into my mouth, a soul kiss that sends my tongue probing into her depths. Her fingers find my hair and grip hard as she becomes the one struggling to stay upright.
I’ve done this so many times, but this time it’s… different. Before it’s been about bringing her to orgasm, making her scream, proving I’m the man. Now it’s something else. I just want her to feel my mouth on her, to know how much I enjoy kissing her there. Hoe much I want to make her feel good.
What the hell is happening to me?
Her hips begin to tremble and she tugs gently at my hair to pull me back up. Her eyes are still closed when our faces meet again.
“I need you to fuck me,” she breathes. “Right now.”
The urgency in her voice somehow makes me even harder, as if my cock was straining to get loose from the skin around it, and I grab her by the hips. I spin her around and she reflexively drops forward at the waist and props her hands against the wall. A second later, she gasps as I thrust my full length inside of her. She’s so wet that there’s no resistance at all, and my groin presses against the cheeks of her heart-shaped rear end.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh Justin, please, hard…”
As if I had a choice. My cock has a mind of its own right now and I clutch her around the waist, holding on for dear life as my hips jackhammer me in and out of her sex, feeling the heat with every shuddering stroke. My conscious mind disappears and I become a grunting, thrusting animal whose only goal is release.
“Yes,” she pants. “Oh, dear God, YES…”
One final thrust and I pull her hips back towards me, holding on to her to keep myself upright, my rod twitching and jerking as it rains fire inside of her. My breathing has stopped even as my heart hammers against my chest wall, and I have to make a conscious effort to suck in air again.
“Sarah,” I breathe. I can’t think of anything else to say so I give one last thrust, which sets off another trembling mini-earthquake inside of her.
We both stay there in that ridiculous position, panting, gasping, trying to regain our composure. Neither of us speaks, or makes a move to uncouple from the other, for another full minute.
“I feel sorry for some women,” S
arah says out of the blue.
We’re still naked—it’s been almost three hours since either of us had anything more than a towel on us—and lying beside me on her bed. Her hair is a mess of tangles in varying states of dryness, and she doesn’t seem to care one bit.
“What do you mean?”
She rolls onto her side and strokes my chest with her fingertips. Against all the laws of physiology, my cock actually starts to stiffen yet again, but I will it down.
“What women?” I ask.
“PinkBook has done stories on sex—”
“No kidding,” I grin.
“Shush. Some of them are actually worthwhile; not like that junk that Cosmo puts out. Anyway, a lot of women say that they never come at the same time as their partner. That seems sad to me now.”
“Now?”
She locks her eyes on mine. “I used to be one of them. But tonight, with you… well, I assume we came together each time. Either that or you’re one hell of an actor.”
“I am,” I say. “When I want to be. But not with you.” The stupidity of what I just said hits me and I quickly add: “Not anymore. You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I do.” Her smile is wide and sleepy and comfortable.
“I think you beat me in sheer numbers, though.”
That makes her giggle. “That’s the best part about being a woman. I was coming all over the place in waves. Some were bigger than others. Some even ran into the others.”
“I aim to please.”
She rolls on top of me and kisses me. “You succeed.”
We lie like that for a while, until she finally props herself on her elbows over top of me.
“Not that I want to change the subject,” she says, “but I wanted to talk about something else for a minute.”
I roll my eyes. “I knew it. There had to be a catch. Now you’re going to start telling me about Amway.”
She grins and flicks my earlobe with her thumb and middle finger.
