His to Taste

by Winlock, Jacqueline

  My mind went blank from the pleasure and I focused on nothing except the sensations from his tongue. He sucked gently on my throbbing little clit, making me cry out in ecstasy, lurching my pelvis rhythmically against his teasing mouth. He plunged a thick, blunt finger into my heated pussy and matched my thrusting hips. I was practically sobbing from pleasure and urged him on mindlessly.

  “Please…” I cried. “Harder…more…please!” He added another thick finger, working my pussy mercilessly until my body was gripped in a tumultuous orgasm, my inner walls clutching hungrily at his fingers. I shivered as he lapped up all of my sweet nectar spilling from me. My body felt boneless as as I came down from my sensual high, my eyelids fluttering shut.

  I felt him lean over me and he devoured my swollen mouth in a lusty kiss. I could taste my essence on his firm lips and I licked at the tangy sweetness until we were both moaning. He dipped his wet fingers into my mouth. I stared at him boldly as my swirling tongue sucked them clean of my juices. He growled and pinned me back down again as he settled his large frame over me.

  I gasped at the feel of his heavy cock rubbing insistently at my sensitive folds. I could only stare up at him in a lustful daze as the thick head traced around the hot entrance of my sated pussy. His strong hands around my wrists only heightened my arousal; I felt so desirable. I was pinned beneath him with my hands held beside my head, but he kept his weight off of me so that I was still comfortable.

  “Is your sweet little pussy mine to fuck, sweetheart?” His eyes glittered in the soft lamplight and his jaw was tight with barely restrained lust. His body trembled slightly from his exertions to keep control over himself and I marveled over the fact that I had inspired this aching arousal in him. Despite my vulnerable position, I reveled in my sexual power, knowing that every fiber of my being was ready to be claimed by this devastatingly gorgeous man.

  “Yes, sir,” I moaned. I shut my eyes, eager to be swept away.

  “No,” he murmured. “Open your eyes, Lynn. Watch me as I take you.” His hands tightened on my wrists and I complied, trembling in anticipation.

  Our eyes locked and I gasped at the intensity of his gaze. He spread my thighs further apart with his own so that we were locked together. I cried out in shock when I felt him press against my untried flesh. His cock felt enormous and part of me wondered fleetingly if we would actually fit. He carefully pushed in another inch, and another, until I started to writhe against him to feed the flaming licks of arousal warming up in my lower belly.

  “Make me yours, Mr. Cochran,” I sighed against his tense lips. With a harsh groan, he thrust his full length deep inside of my virginal pussy. Shocked, I bit back a tiny scream, my entire body tightening at the foreign invasion. He was overwhelming in his strength and masculine power and I felt stretched to my limit. I moaned at the pleasure pain, but he gave me time to accustom myself to his size, his brilliant blue eyes never leaving mine.

  “Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked, frowning down at me. I could see the slight sheen of sweat on his beautiful forehead as he held himself in rigid control.

  “I…I think so, sir,” I whispered. I clenched my inner muscles experimentally around his cock and I felt my arousal growing stronger. He started taking me with shallow thrusts, and as the initial pain faded away, I ground myself against his strong body. He slanted his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply as he began to thrust harder and faster, his lean hips pumping steadily. Nothing that I had read or watched could have prepared me for this onslaught on my senses.

  “Hook your legs around my waist,” he demanded. I eagerly complied, whimpering at the deeper penetration. I tugged my wrists from his iron grip and he released me instantly. As he braced his hands on either side of my shoulders, I stroked his muscular back, letting my fingernails gently score his flesh. Cupping his taut ass, I could feel his muscles flexing with each downward stroke deep inside of me. I dug my nails into his cheeks when he slipped his hand between us and stroked my tender clit. Those familiar sensations started coursing through me and I could feel myself at the precipice.

  “Mr. Cochran!” I gasped. My hips undulated wildly beneath him as his swift thrusts grew more powerful. It felt like he was drilling me into the mattress from the force of his pistoning hips and I couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers rubbed me faster and faster as I sobbed beneath him, reveling in the silken friction of his thick cock.

  “Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He drove himself deeper as if he could batter down my tight walls and I clutched at him desperately, like he was an anchor during a violent storm. My entire being was consumed by him and the intense pleasure radiating throughout my body. He nipped at my sensitive earlobe, murmuring, “I’ll never let you leave my chambers now.”

  “Oh, god!” I threw back my head and screamed when my orgasm finally hit me. My nails dug deeper into his hips, marking him as mine. My inner muscles contracted almost painfully onto his rigid shaft and my exhausted legs slid down as I lay sprawled beneath him.

  All I could do was hold onto him as he surged faster and faster into me. His breathing was harsh against my neck as he finally groaned, unleashing hot jets of come deep inside me. I softly moaned at the erotic sensation as he rode out his climax, his chest heaving from his exertions. I could feel our combined fluids leaking out of me. With a final rough shudder, he collapsed on top of me, but bore most of his weight on his forearms. He gave me a leisurely kiss, grinning down at me.

  “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

  “I…I know so, sir,” I smiled shyly.

  Chuckling, he rolled onto his side and tucked me against his body. With a contented sigh, I snuggled into his warmth as he pulled the covers over us. His steady heartbeat was comforting as I fell into an exhausted sleep.

  I woke up to the sound of rapid keystrokes. Stretching languidly, I peeked out from under the sheets. A naked Mr. Cochran sat at his desk, engrossed in his work and bathed in the harsh light of his laptop screen. His brow was slightly furrowed in concentration as his fingers flew over his keyboard.

  I quietly rolled onto my back and let the covers fall over me again. I couldn’t stop grinning as I relived each glorious moment in my mind. My sore thighs were sticky and there was a dull, but not terribly uncomfortable ache in my lower belly. I felt exhilarated, but sated. It was done. I didn’t have to rely on my erotica anymore to get a taste of my fantasies. I pictured Mr. Cochran dressed as Lord Moreland and bit back a lusty little sigh.

  I heard the laptop shut with a soft click and I held my breath in anticipation. His warm hand slowly dragged up my thigh, gently kneading my tight muscles. He dragged the covers away from my face when he heard my soft moans and I stared up into those piercing blue eyes once again.

  “Hi,” he said, his lips curled in a teasing grin. “How are you feeling?” His hands worked their magic on my other thigh and I wanted to curl into him, like a drowsy kitten.

  “Parts of me are a little tender,” I admitted. “But I feel just fine.” I indulged in another full body stretch, and turned my head towards his alarm clock. “It’s already 11? How long did you let me sleep for—you must be starving!” I bolted upright, completely forgetting that I was totally naked. I yelped when the cold evening air swept over my flesh and I burrowed back under the sheets.

  Laughing, Mr. Cochran tucked me back tightly under the covers and said, “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re off the clock, remember?” He leaned over and kissed me until I felt a little dizzy. “If you don’t mind having sandwiches, I’ll take care of dinner.”

  He was already out of the room before I had a chance to protest. He moved with the easy, athletic grace of a man who was comfortable with his nudity. I stared down at myself, ruefully shaking my head. If I was going to embrace this opportunity, I couldn’t very well sit there like a scared little virgin, trembling under his gaze. I popped into his bathroom and cleaned myself with lightning speed. I raked my fingers through m
y hair to give it some semblance of order, and hurriedly climbed back into bed, letting the sheets fall to my waist.

  I was just sitting up against the thick pillows when Mr. Cochran returned with two plates and a couple bottles of sparkling water. He stopped in his tracks for a second when he saw my bared breasts, but quickly recovered, handing me my plate. He put the bottles on the nightstand and settled in beside me.

  “You look comfortable,” he grinned wolfishly. He handed me a napkin and began to tuck into his sandwich. He had piled mounds of turkey, avocado, and tomatoes on thickly sliced honey wheat bread.

  “Thanks for dinner, Mr. Cochran,” I said. I took a big bite, moaning appreciatively. He had seasoned everything generously with salt and pepper which made the simple ingredients shine with each bite.

  “‘Mr. Cochran’?” he frowned. “After this night, I would think that we’re on a first name basis by now.”

  “Oh.” I gulped down some water and said, “I don’t think that would be appropriate, sir. Regardless of…of tonight, you’re still my boss.”

  “Sweetheart, most employers prefer to be called by their first name.”

  I stayed silent as we devoured our sandwiches. I sipped my water slowly to give myself time to think. “If we’re to continue these lessons,” I said quietly. “I need to be reminded of our respective positions, Mr. Cochran. It’s important to me that I keep these boundaries between us.” Nervous, I stared down at the napkin twisted between my fingers. “This is all so new to me and I need to do this on my own terms.”

  Taking my plate and napkin, he set our dishes on the nightstand. I felt myself relax a little when he gently tilted my chin back up and gave me a slow, lingering kiss. “Why don’t we agree on a compromise?” He stroked my full lower lip with his thumb and said, “During your work hours, we’ll refrain from having any lessons and you can refer to me by whatever you prefer. On your off-time, we can be free to enjoy ourselves.” He sucked in his breath when I nipped and licked at his thumb.

  “Alright, sir,” I murmured, running my hands up and down his hard chest. I loved the silky texture of his dark chest hair. His abs tightened visibly when I lightly grazed them with my fingernails and I licked my lips in anticipation. I was ready to agree to anything if it involved him touching me again.

  “Jake,” he corrected. “Say it.” He slid his warm hands up my waist, making me arch as he fondled my breasts.

  “Jake,” I said, twining my arms around his neck to draw him closer. He groaned when I rubbed my aching breasts against his chest. He dipped his head to lash at my taut nipples with his tongue, and I felt the liquid heat in my lower belly. His mouth left me and I whimpered in protest. I reached for him hungrily as he stretch out on his back.

  Without any warning, he grabbed my hips and spread my thighs so that I was straddling his broad shoulders. I gripped the headboard for balance and gasped at the feel of his hair-roughened jaw gently scraping at the tender skin of my inner thighs. I was starting to become accustomed to the rough caress, but the electrifying sensation shocked me all the same.

  “Sir?” I yelped when he reached back and firmly spanked my ass. It stung, but it forced me to jerk my hips against his searching tongue, my strangled cry of pleasure ringing in my ears.

  “What are you supposed to call me, Lynn?” He gently blew on my soft folds, ignoring my desperate writhing attempts to make contact with his mouth.

  “Jake!” I whimpered. “Jake!” I gasped when his hot tongue finally lapped at my pussy. I bent down to clutch at his head, but shot back up when he spanked my other ass cheek.

  “No,” he said. “Place your hands back on the headboard until I say otherwise.”

  “Yes, Jake.” I quickly complied with his order and was rewarded by his tongue thrusting deeper inside me. I squirmed against his face as he licked around my aching flesh, dripping with desire for him. He gently sucked on my little, making me shudder and cry out above him.

  All I could do was cling to the headboard as he grabbed my hips and forced me to ride his thrusting tongue. I felt as if I was about to shatter in a million pieces. With my quivering thighs clenched around his beautiful face, I sobbed his name over and over like a litany.

  “Hold still,” he ground out against my pussy. “Hold still and let me complete my search.” He sucked harshly on my aching little bud and I threw back my head, sobbing as I was struck by an overwhelming orgasm. My hips jerked spasmodically as I rode out the blissful waves, moaning as he continued to lick and draw out my sweet nectar.

  With one last voluptuous shudder, I sat back on his chest and slumped forward, still gripping the headboard. I felt weak and boneless all over, yet utterly satisfied. He lifted me off of him and drew me back against him, his large frame curled around mine.

  “That was amazing,” I sighed. As my harsh panting subsided and my breathing returned to normal, I was puzzled by something that I couldn’t quite shake. It was the oddest feeling of deja vu, which was impossible given my lack of bedroom experience.

  “Jake?” I said. “What did you mean when you said, ‘let me complete my search’?”

  He pulled my thick curls aside, nuzzling my neck. “Did you like that, sweetheart?” he murmured against my sensitive nape.

  His hot breath made me shiver, sending tingles down my spine. I could feel his thick erection probing at the slickness between my thighs. “I don’t understand,” I moaned, grinding back against him.

  “Isn’t that what the cop said to that college girl in your story?” he asked. “I saw your proposition on your laptop, little one. I was trying to incorporate your fantasies into our lessons.”

  “Oh, my god!” I cried. “You saw those stories?!” I tried to jerk myself out of his arms, but he held me fast against him. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

  “Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?” He began to knead my breasts from behind, and I melted back into him, despite my mortification. “When you asked me to look at your desktop, I thought you were referring to your dinner menu proposal. I figured that ‘Tasty’ folder was about recipes. I’m glad I was wrong.”

  He chuckled softly, and continued, “You told me that you’d let me know when you were ready to continue our lessons. I’ve got to hand it to you, sweetheart—this was a really fucking sexy way of telling me what you want.”

  “It…it was?” I whispered hoarsely. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, knowing that he now had access to something that I had locked away privately for so many years.

  “Yes,” he said, nibbling at my shoulder. “It looked to me that you liked it, too.” His warm hands traveled further down my hips and belly, groaning as my hips rocked back against him. “Your sweet little pussy gripped me so tightly when I said those lines from your stories.” His hard cock teased me from behind, the broad tip stroking my tender clit.

  “I…I suppose I did like it,” I admitted hesitantly, biting back a ragged moan. After reading these stories so often throughout the years, they must have become ingrained in my psyche. My body had recognized that dialogue well before my brain had. I felt like Pavlov’s dog; if Pavlov’s dog had masturbated regularly to online erotica.

  “I wanted to show you my gratitude, sweetheart,” he said. The blunt head of his cock delved a little deeper inside me, but he pulled back out, tracing my slippery crease, until I wanted to scream in frustration. “You’ve given me so much inspiration for my characters. As I’m writing my sex scenes, I’ve taken you in a million different ways in my mind.”

  I gasped when he suddenly jerked me up so that I was on my hands and knees beneath his muscular frame. He brushed my tangled curls aside, kissing down my spine as he kneaded my hips. This new position made me feel wanton and vulnerable; I arched my back to receive more of his kisses, failing to give a damn that my ass was wriggling seductively to receive him.

  “Are you ready for your next lesson?” he growled behind me. I gave a shuddering sigh as he enveloped me, his masculine strength overwhelm
ing my senses. The silky roughness of his chest hair tickled my sensitive back, giving me goosebumps despite the heat radiating from his skin.

  “Yes, please.”

  I sucked in my breath in anticipation, my nerves prickling as I focused all of my attention on these new sensations. I wanted to lock this memory away to savor during the long, lonely nights in my future once my contract ended.

  His large hands gripped my hips as he settled himself against me. I bit back a harsh cry when I felt him surge deep inside me with one swift, achingly sweet thrust. He had never felt so deep inside of me before and my tight pussy felt almost stretched beyond its limits. He began to take long, leisurely strokes, drawing out the sensations, and I craved the overwhelming fullness. The slick friction of his hard thrusting cock made my knees quiver, and I moaned into my arm, my hands clawing at the sheets.

  I squirmed in protest when he suddenly paused and shifted his weight behind my submissive form. He must have adjusted the angle of his thrusts because I yelped when he rubbed a deliciously tender spot inside me, making me push my ass back against his pistoning hips.

  “That’s it, love,” he groaned. “You feel so damned good. I could stay inside of your sweet little pussy forever.” His gruff, deep voice sent shivers down my spine and I whimpered in answer.

  “More,” I sobbed, shamelessly needy. “Please, I need more.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I…I want you to pull my hair.”

  His hand trailed slowly up my back, teasing me until I arched upward to urge him faster. With a low chuckle, he shoved his fingers into my thick dark curls. He fisted my hair into a messy ponytail and gave it a firm tug. He pulled just enough so that my head tipped back and the slight pain was stimulating. I felt so stretched and vulnerable with my throat muscles taut and my pussy speared by his massive cock.