She sucks in air, mixed with a light sound of pleasure upon inhale. I walk forward, causing her to step back, until she becomes flush with the door. One palm connects with the wood, while the other runs down her hip and around to the back of her thigh. "Thank you," she says breathless, just before my hand becomes mobile without my command, trailing up the back of her dress.
I grip her bare ass. "Fuck, Kambry, you're wearing a thong too." I press my hips into her, allowing her to feel me against her. "You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you against this door. Get rid of her soon or I will anyway, and then she can watch while I eat your pussy until you come on my tongue, because once I start, this door is blocked from entry or exit. If you think I'm bluffing, call me on it. No. Shame."
My hand inches down her ass and slips between her legs, before two fingers slide beneath her panties and thrust inside of her, hard, causing her to moan out loud, before she slaps her hand over her mouth. It's fairly easy since her legs are already shoulder width apart. I pull out and shove them back inside, harder than before, sending her body into a slight jump upward. Her pussy clenches around my finger. "That feels so good," she says muffled against her hand.
"Yeah?"
She nods.
I continue, never letting up, before moving my hand from the door to her front, between us. I grab the bottom of her dress and tow it upward, just enough to grab the front of her panties, where my hand disappears inside of them. When my fingers back out of her to the tips, I change hands, shoving the dry ones deep into her pussy, while the wet ones trail along the seam of her ass, underneath the string of her panties. "What are you doing?"
"Mapping out my territory."
My left thumb presses against her clit and starts to circle, as my right middle finger presses between her ass cheeks, finding her puckered hole. When it touches against it, she tenses; looking slightly confused, and her knees buckle, causing me to press into her deeper. My eyes never leave hers as I find a steady rhythm with both hands, one rubbing her clit and the other her asshole.
I clench my fingers inside of her toward my thumb, creating a claw. She moans so deep my balls tighten. Her hand turns sideways until she begins to bite the edge, trying to mute herself. Catching me off guard, she grabs my dick through my jeans and grips it hard. Her legs start to clamp around my hand at the same time her pussy begins squeezing my fingers. Her eyes start to close and her head falls back. "I fucking love to watch you come."
"Hornballs! Damn, can't y'all do that later?"
Her eyes widen and her body straightens at the sound of Meredith's voice in the distance, but she’s not far. I slide my fingers out of her pussy when she stops squeezing around my fingers, just after my other hand leaves her ass, her dress falling back into place. I spread the fingers between us that were just recently nestled in her pussy, showing her the result of her orgasm. "You should go wash your hands."
I place them in my mouth, and then close my lips around them, before sucking them clean. Her mouth falls open as she watches. "I don't waste anything that tastes that good. Go pick out your room. I'll bring the bags up."
"Two rooms?"
"For now." I smirk. "But I can't promise for long."
She passes me and walks away, adding pep in her step when I slap her ass. "Keep biting that lip and you're going to get it."
I watch her sway toward the stairs as I make my way toward the sink to wash my hands. I'm one lucky bastard. I can't even feel guilty.
Sex Sessions: Uncut... So it begins.
I shut the door after saying goodbye to Meredith. I kind of have mixed emotions about not being with her for so long. She's been my lifeline all summer, and now we have to part for a month...at least. The thought of being with Saxton on a near constant basis, though, is enough for me to suck it up and stop my internal whining. I just hope nothing changes between us and I end up stuck here, in an awkward situation.
We took a tour together while Saxton hung back, giving us our space. The house is huge, filled with more stuff than I could ever imagine someone stuffing in a house. It's a little intimidating to be honest, at least for it to only be two people living here. Maybe it's just that I'm from such a small town. I don't know. I'm still getting used to California, even almost three months later.
The plan is for her to come to the club as much as possible. I'm supposed to be moved back downstairs to the main club so that it's more normal scale, but that's fine by me, because I like it down there better anyway. The only good thing I got out of the celebrity realm was...him.
I place my palms on the heavy wooden door and stare out the window as she drives away, waving until all I see are the fading taillights. I never thought I'd say this...but I miss her already. She may be a loon, but she's my loon, my best friend. I'll never admit that, though, because that ego of hers cannot stand to get any bigger.
"You're not going to get all sappy on me are you?"
I jump at the feel of his breath as it tickles my skin, just below my ear. His palm comes to rest on my belly, pulling me against him. "You have got to stop doing crap like that."
"Doing what," he asks with laughter in his voice.
"Sneaking up on me. Showing up when I'm not looking for you. It's kind of freaky that I rarely hear you walking." I turn around in his arms, leaning against the door...again. Maybe we need to stay away from this door.
He's smiling. "We're not going to reach a pivotal moment in this relationship and then you drop a bomb on me that you're really dead and I'm the only one that can see or talk to you and the rest is just a figment of my imagination, are you?"
His hands grab ahold of my buttons and he starts to unbutton them, beginning with the top. "Why? Would it change things?"
My eyes widen. I begin blinking rapidly. Then he laughs, causing me to shove at his chest. "You're such an asshole."
"That face, though, was priceless. I didn't take you for a girl that believes in ghosts."
"That's so mean, Sax. I don't, but that doesn't mean freaky things don't happen." He growls, already at belly level unbuttoning my dress. "What's wrong?"
"Say it again."
"I'm sorry?"
"Call me that again."
I'm so confused. "Sax?"
"That."
"It just came out. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Say it again."
"Sax," I say nervously, treading on thin ice. The last button slips through the slit and the two pieces of fabric separate, revealing my matching, hot pink, lacy underwear set.
He grips my thighs and pulls me up his body, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist. "No one's ever called me that before. I like it."
"Oh," I say, my breath hitching as he roughly slams my back into the door. I can feel the wetness between my legs already. I have no idea what is happening, but I like that he pretends that I do. I like that he doesn't treat me like a doll or that girl that only gets bed sex in missionary position. I like exploring different things, places, and times.
His hand runs up my body and cups my bra-covered breast. "Is this where you want it," I ask, tilting my head to the side to give him access to my neck. His lips are in close range anyways.
As if that was the biggest turn off, he slowly inches me back down to the ground, setting me to my feet, my dress still wide open. I'm now more confused than ever. "No, it's not."
"Did I say something wrong?"
The heat in his stare burns me inside. I'm so nervous, unsure of what just happened. I wish I knew, so I wouldn't do that again. I definitely don't like the hot and cold flush with hormones. It kind of sucks. "No, beautiful, you said everything right, but we just got here. Fuck, I shouldn't even want you as much as I do. It's not like I've been lacking in the sex department."
My insides wilt from the anger in his tone during the last two sentences. My face fell I'm sure. I'm not the greatest person at masking the way I feel. "I kind of like that you do," I whisper, depleted. "I'm sorry."
He grabs my face with quickness
and looks down at me from the difference in height even with my wedges, pressing his lips on mine, his trapezius muscles heightening from the stance he takes; those perfect little muscles that rise next to the neck when flexed. He's tense. "No, Kambry, fuck, that's not what I meant. I don't know how to do this. You're so different. Grab my dick." I'm starting to get whiplash. He can tell. "Just do it."
I do as he says, grabbing ahold of it. Even covered with his jeans it isn't hard to find. It makes a statement in size, and there isn't an ounce of softness present. It's weighted from the blood flow. "Do you remember what I said? This isn't my norm. I didn't just randomly get hard at the sight of a woman before you; at least not since my first few films when it was just hormones raging and the knowledge was fresh that what I was doing was morally forbidden. For the past couple of years at minimum I know, I've had to demand it with drugs prescribed by a doctor for the same problem older men all over the world experience. Erectile Dysfunction isn't supposed to happen in a fucking twenty-three-year-old. It’s embarrassing, but I dealt with it, and I still did until recently, because my dick paid the bills, but every time I'm near you I'm reminded that you're different. With you this happens naturally, and without thinking I act on it. Sometimes I just have to remind myself a little late that you're more than a porn star, Kambry. You're someone that deserves the shit that goes with sex; the other and most important part of a relationship."
I feel like I'm going to have a damn heart attack. If he does that look I'm gone. His eyes narrow as he pushes himself an inch closer. I'm gone. "I simply meant that we just arrived. It's early afternoon. I haven't seen you in a week. My dick can wait. Spending time with you can't. You got me?"
I nod, avoiding speech like an unwanted airborne disease. If any words came out of my mouth, I'd probably sound like a love-struck teenager; one of those girls that screams I love you after a first kiss. I won't be a stage five clinger, as Meredith calls it, but I fear with everything that I am I've already attempted to keep my heart to myself and failed, because that single look has it racing out of rhythm, my mind in a haze, and my body being pulled toward him like gravity. Somehow, some way, I have to lock down this tidal wave of feelings inside of me, before it takes out everything.
"Yes," I respond, and without hesitation he softly kisses me. For a moment I literally feel oxygen deprived. Our tongues reunite in a union as if no amount of time has passed since their last encounter. Everything inside me shifts and pulls as if it's being forced from my body. My insides begin to hurt, but not a hurt of pain. Instead, it's a hurt from the thought of everything returning to its previous state when released.
His lips part from mine, and my lungs expand, as if I can finally breathe. I mentally count to three before I speak, trying to calm myself. "What do you want to do?"
He looks down at my body. "What I started a minute ago."
"Oh my gosh. You’re so confusing. What now?"
"Swimming," he says with a crooked grin.
My brows dip. "Swimming?"
"I'm going to personally introduce you to that awesome pool. That's why I started undressing you."
I look down at myself. "Oh. I see."
He pushes my dress over my shoulders until it falls to the floor. "We're going to relax. When it's nightfall, I'm hiding you behind the waterfall, on many occasions I'm sure. Naughty things will happen back there."
My cheeks feel hot. "I'll go look for a swim suit."
"You could wear that."
"Uh, too early in the day for a full moon. I'll get a suit."
"Fine, hurry up. I'll be waiting outside."
He starts walking away, and I finally find my words. "Wait, aren't you going to change?"
"Where we are, beautiful, clothing is optional. Don't keep me waiting."
"Oh, dear lord, help my soul," I mumble as the French doors shut, leaving me alone in this house. "I'm not ready for this..."
I walk outside, shaking my head at myself. "Well boys, I hope you're ready to get breezy, because I didn't leave the two of you much of an option," I mumble to myself as I grab the back collar of my shirt and pull it over my head, before the rest of the fabric follows.
I look around, the privacy fence and the large palms blocking the outdoors area from onlookers. The sun is beaming down in my eyes, causing me to squint. Why the hell did I take that cap off? My hands go for the button on my jeans, popping it through the slit as I pull off my shoes with my feet. My eyes are starting to piss me off. I need that hat. Better yet, where are my shades?
I release my pants as the zipper reaches the bottom, leaving the two sides hanging opposite ends of each other, then jog inside, and take the stairs two at a time to find my suitcase. As I pass Kambry's room, I notice a jiggle in passing, stopping me mid step. I barge in the room, not caring enough to announce my entry. My mouth falls open when my eyes feast on her cleavage as she adjusts her breast in her bikini top the color of seafoam green. I only notice the color because it does something amazing to her skin. "Are you okay? There's no way it's been more than ten minutes."
"How the hell did you get a big rack with such a small waist and long, skinny legs? You kind of defy genetics. Most girls with tits that big, perky, and full are curvier or went and bought them like a pair of jeans. On the other hand, most girls as small as you with natural tits are carting around small anthills. Nothing wrong with it; just how it is. Men love tits in all shapes and sizes. I've seen a lot of tits, and yours still baffle me."
"Because that wasn't random as hell..."
"I saw tits, I stopped, then stared at said tits, and now I've had time to think. Call me a tit man, but your rack drew me instantly, and when I found out they were real, well, let's just say it's equivalent to giving a little boy his first puppy. There's lots of internal excitement; some leaks through in embarrassing ways, and then comes the foolish behavior followed by a massive smile before he's ready to hold the prize."
"You like these, huh?" I growl. She has the underside of each one sitting perfectly in her cupped hands, bouncing them up and down in a juggling motion. Her bikini top covers each nipple and the lower half, but the motion alone has my imagination running wild.
"You're about to be missing a swimsuit top if you keep that up. What part of, I'm a tit man, did you not understand?"
She rolls her eyes, releasing them, and then slides her hands beneath the string of her panties and pushes them down her legs, never taking her eyes off of me as she reveals that beautiful, smooth, pelvic area. I work hard to keep my eyes on hers, only peeking from my peripheral vision.
She steps out of her thong, a smile on her face, as she grabs the bottoms and holds them open to step in. "I guess it's a good thing they're yours then. Play away, and to answer your question, I guess genetics knew I could be entrusted with a set of D cups, since I obviously didn't get to reap the benefits of having such an awesome squeezable man-toy."
She works the bottoms up her legs and adjusts them as the sides hit her hips. "I'd be lying if I said that sucked. I kind of like being in a no man's land."
She walks toward me, stopping when she's just a few inches away. Her expression is blank, but then her arms come up and she grabs the opposite strap with each hand, pulling them down her arms, before flipping the cups to her top down, revealing her fucking full breasts. I swallow, trying to moisten my mouth as I stare at her hard, pink nipples; each area balanced in size ratio. "Then touch me," she says. "I like when you show me how you feel."
"We should go downstairs. Maybe there's some beer in the fridge, or something." What the fuck am I saying? I have tits staring at me.
She grabs the front of my briefs in her hand, pulling them toward her, creating a gap between the band and my skin. She looks down. "Someone says you want to stay."
I clear my throat. "He doesn't always get what he wants. He'll survive."
She closes the distance, wrapping her arms around my waist, and then presses her chest to my ribs. Her hard nipples brush over my skin, creating a sen
sitized effect. Fucking hell...
"Touch them," she whispers, looking into my eyes with this fucking look that has me feeling like I'm standing on the side of a cliff, about to fall. My adrenaline is heightening. My willpower is dwindling. I'm really trying to refrain here, and slowly I've been headed toward failure since she arrived. I should have stayed my ass outside. Nothing good ever came from being in a woman's bedroom.
My hand begins to move, traveling upward until it latches onto her breast, squeezing into the soft skin. She moans when my thumb finds the hard center of her nipple, lightly rubbing over it. Her hand quickly finds my dick, wrapping around it, and then lightly squeezes. "Didn't you say you wanted to fuck my tits?"
I snap. What the hell kind of man turns down an offer like that? Not any with a pair of balls swinging between his legs. I'm trying to be good, but I only have so much self-control, especially when my fingers have already gotten a feel for that warm, wet paradise she holds between her legs. Plus, listening to her speak so filthy is my breaking point, no matter how strong I am. "You want my dick between your tits?"
I lean forward, replacing my thumb with my lips, before sucking her hard center into my mouth, and not gently. Her free hand grabs ahold of my hair and pulls it hard, hurting me as I've hurt her, and accompanying the pain filled moan that escapes her. "Yes," she says, drawing out the S.
Her hand starts to stroke my cock slowly inside my briefs, pulling upward toward my waistband. "Say it," I demand against her nipple, my tongue lightly sweeping over it to wet it.
"I want you to titty-fuck me."
My hands slide down the sides of her body, traveling to her thighs, before lifting her. She instantly releases me from her hand and wraps her legs around my waist. The way she said it makes it obvious that filthy line is probably a first for her, but it makes it sexier for me. "Why? You most likely won't get anything out of it."
"Because I had my orgasm, so it's only fair you get yours. I want to try it."
"A sexy woman that isn't selfish. Where have you been all my life, beautiful?"
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