by Lacey Black
“Rueben?”
“Hmm?” I ask, my eyes still glued to where my cock is buried.
When she doesn’t answer, I glance up and meet her eyes. “Not easy or slow, remember?” Then she reaches behind my neck and digs her nails into my skin. “Fuck. Me.”
It’s like that delicate thread between smart and rational just snaps. I pull back until I can see the head of my cock and then thrust forward burying myself clear to the root. Cricket gasps, but grinds against my pelvis. “Again,” she groans, so I do. Again and again. Over and over again, I thrust hard and fast into her pussy.
Her hands hold on tight as she opens up her legs and rocks back. I position my hands on the counter at her hips and piston my hips forward. She’s holding on to my shoulders, rocking in perfect rhythm and taking what she’s after. My lips slam into hers, my tongue dipping into her mouth, mimicking my cock. She sucks on my tongue—hard—and groans as I drive into her pussy. “God, I’m so close,” she groans, gripping tightly to my upper body.
“I want to hear you come, Crick,” I demand, my own body gearing up for release.
“Fuck,” she moans, her head rolling back. I take the opportunity to suck on the skin of her neck. It’s soft and salty, a testament to the workout we’re having. “God,” she says, her body starting to clamp down on my cock.
The base of my spine starts to tingle and I know there’s no stopping this freight train. The burn in my legs is ignored as I focus everything I have on her orgasm. My name is screamed, just how I imagined it would sound, as she comes on my dick, her body pulsing around me. My own release is triggered by the sound of my name, my balls pulling up hard and tight as I come in her body. Over and over again, I come more than ever before, waves of ecstasy rolling through my body like high tide.
Cricket starts to loosen her grip on me, but doesn’t let go completely. I help hold her legs, since she doesn’t seem to have much control over them and take her lips with my own. The kiss is softer, our frantic pants of exertion mingled together as we both try to calm our racing hearts. Her hands slide down my back and move to my ass. Cricket reaches down and squeezes before giggles slip from her lips.
“I’m not sure I like you laughing after that,” I tell her, my lips trailing open mouthed kisses down her jaw.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to grab this ass? It’s just as firm as I’ve imagined.” She gives it a hard pat and a pinch to top it off.
“Maybe as long as I’ve wanted to grab yours?” I ask, sliding my hands up the outsides of her thighs and coming around to her backside. Since she’s sitting, it isn’t easy to work my hands in there, but I manage to lift her just enough to slide my hands between her ass and the hard vanity.
This has to be uncomfortable for her. Even though she hasn’t said a word about it, I know her ass has to be sore. I mean, she’s on a hotel bathroom counter, for fuck’s sake. Not exactly the most comfortable seat out there, right?
I decide to rectify the problem and give her ass some relief by lifting her up. My cock is still buried inside of her, most likely because it’s still half hard. Now that he’s had a taste of Cricket Hill, I’m not sure he’ll ever be soft again. He wants more, that’s for sure. I walk out of the bathroom as carefully and slowly as I can, considering my pants are still around my knees. It takes a few long seconds to get to the bed, but that’s okay. We fill the time by kissing, something else that makes my dick hard.
Carefully, I lower her onto the bed, my cock slipping from her body. Her dress is a wrinkled mess, all scrunched up around her waist. Her legs fall open and I can see how wet she is. I know I’m going to be ready for another round within moments, but that doesn’t mean Cricket is.
She reaches down and unstraps her shoes, tossing them in the room. It’s kinda sexy, watching her undress, as I finally remove my own shoes and socks. I push my pants the rest of the way down my legs and kick them off, leaving them on the floor. I quickly head back to the bathroom and grab my wallet, pulling the second condom from within. I remove the used one and throw it in the trash before returning to where I left Cricket.
I’m not sure what to expect. Her to be asleep maybe? Snuggled under the covers and ready to call it a night? What I don’t expect is what I find. She’s positioned in the middle of the bed, her legs wide open and her fingers teasing her swollen clit once more. All of my blood returns to my cock, and my half-hard cock is now fully engaged and ready to roll.
With the condom in hand, I head over to the foot of the bed and crawl on. My lips start at her knee and graze up her thigh, kissing along her pubis and her fingers. I go ahead and pull her finger into my mouth, sucking off the moisture and taste of her. Cricket’s already breathing heavily, her legs widen even more and her hips starting to rock. I kiss up her stomach, lapping at her nipples. I move on, my mouth sucking on her neck and kissing her jaw until I finally get to her lips once more.
“Watching you play with yourself is the sexiest thing ever,” I tell her, positioning my forearms beside her head and sliding my hands into her hair.
“You make me want to keep touching myself.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this again,” I tell her gently kissing that hallow point between her ear and her jaw.
She gasps just a bit and turns, offering the side of her head to me. “Are you kidding? Don’t you remember what I said?” she asks as she hitches her leg up and over my hip.
“Something about the first time?” I ask as I push forward, my cock nestling right back inside her perfect body.
“Mmmm,” she coos. “Yes, that was the first time. Now, we can move on to the second,” she says as she rocks her hips, taking me all the way in once more.
I’m pretty sure I’ll never get enough of her.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Cricket
Warmth envelopes me. It’s almost too hot, yet I find myself burrowing in even deeper, reaching for the heat and drawing in closer. A sleepy moan fills the silence, and I know it didn’t come from me. I crack open my eyes and find Rueben in front of me, his arms wrapped around my back.
Adjusting my head to rest more comfortably on his forearm, I try to drift back to sleep, but that’s not happening. My mind keeps replaying last night—and this morning. Three incredible times, and even then, I’m not sure I’ve had my fill yet. My body craves his, yearns for more. After the second time, we drifted off to sleep for a bit, but woke up in the early hours of Sunday for round three. Rueben was out of condoms, but after a quick glance in my purse, I found one lonely piece of protection that’s been in there longer than I wanted to think about. But it was still good, so we made a point of utilizing it.
“What time is it?” he asks without opening his eyes.
I lift my head and glance over his shoulder at the alarm clock. “Six thirty. We have to be to brunch at ten.”
“So we have plenty of time,” he whispers, the faintest smile crossing his lips.
I move in closer and run my lips over his collarbone. “Time for what?” I ask, coyly. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s talking about, and I’m fully engaged in this plan. He rolls over, pinning me between his body and the bed. My legs are free, so I go ahead and wrap them around his hips, aligning us up once more.
Rueben pulls back though, keeping his hard cock away from where I need him most. “Sorry, sweetheart, but we don’t have any more protection,” he answers when he sees the question in my eyes. Realization settles in. It’s a startling and saddening feeling. I’ve never in my life been this sex-crazed, yet here I am, with Rueben, and begging for him to make me come a fourth time in under nine hours.
“But…” he says, kissing my neck and slowly working his way down my body. He stops to show attention to my nipples, his tongue licking and mouth sucking until they’re hard and my core aches with desire. Pretty low blow, considering we’re out of condoms. “But…there are other things,” he adds as he continues his trek southbound.
“Things that involve my mouth…and this.” Rueben runs his tongue along my clit, making me shiver.
He presses my legs apart, positioning his broad shoulders between them. He starts slowly, licking and teasing my clit until I’m completely wet and practically panting with anticipation. Then, he slips two fingers deep inside me, stretching me and filling me. A moan of pleasure tears from my lips as my hips rock. He lowers his mouth back to my clit and sucks it hard. Stars burst behind my eyelids as the orgasm starts to build.
Rueben pumps his fingers in and out in a deliciously slow rhythm, his tongue continuing to lap at my swollen flesh. He rotates his hand, his fingers curl slightly upward as he slides them in once more. There’s a slight stretch and burn, but that sensation is overwhelmed by the euphoria of him hitting that magical spot deep inside me. My legs start to quiver as I rock faster and faster, chasing that promised orgasm he dangles within reach.
He sucks my clit hard and massages my g-spot, sending me rocketing into outer space like a space shuttle. His name fills the silence as I ride the waves of my release, my body gripping his fingers like a vise. “That was definitely worth not having a condom,” he says, carefully removing his fingers from my pussy.
“I happen to agree,” I tell him, my body boneless and sated.
Rueben stays where he is, and after a few long seconds, I glance down. He’s smiling, his chin resting on his hands as he watches me.
“What?” I ask, starting to get a little self-conscious at his open stare.
He shakes his head. “I just like seeing you, like this. Like anyway, actually. Here, in my bed, naked. That’s probably my favorite way to see you, but also in general too. Does that make sense?” he asks.
I nod, because it absolutely does. Having him beside me, whether minimal contact or his entire body pressed against me, I’ve definitely liking it. A lot. “I feel the same,” I confess.
He gives me a full-watt smile that melts my heart just a little more. This man is something. He’s sweet and caring. Attentive and fierce. And the things he does with his body? Damn, he knows what he’s doing in that department too. Rueben Rigsby is nothing like I expected, and everything I want.
But I can’t keep him.
That depressing thought is like an ice cold bucket of water. I hate to think about our time ending, but it’s a reality I must face.
But not today.
Today, we’re spending the day together and going to see his grandparents. I can think about heading home later. Friday. That’s five more nights with him, in a shared bed, in a shared space. Everything else that comes after those nights is just going to have to wait, because I’m not strong enough to deal with it now.
Pushing all thoughts of heading back to California out of my mind, a smile crosses my own lips. “What’s so funny?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I state, innocently. Sitting up, I push on his shoulders, causing him to roll to his back. I grab a pillow and shove it under his head, my eyes falling on my next task at hand. And holy hell, is that task quite large. Thick and long with the very slightest curve to the right. Much bigger than any other one I’ve had before, and my mouth waters in anticipation.
Rueben seems to realize what’s about to happen. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he says, always the gentleman.
“I do know that,” I tell him as I reach down and grab his cock in my hand, sliding it slowly up and down the warm, hard flesh. “But this is something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
He smirks and rests his hands behind his head. “A while now, huh?”
“Yeah, you know like twenty-four hours or so? Ever since I walked out of that bathroom yesterday morning and saw you standing there naked. Even though your back was to me, I was picturing you. This. I was imaging myself dropping to my knees in front of you and taking you all the way down my throat.”
I didn’t realize it was possible, but his cock actually hardens even more. His eyes burn hot and his breathing becomes a little harsher. “Fuck,” he moans, closing his eyes and reveling in the sensation of my hand sliding up and down his length.
“Yep. With my mouth,” I confirm, dipping down and licking the wetness from the tip of his cock. Adjusting myself above him, I lower my mouth over his cock, swirling my tongue around the head.
With my left hand holding him firmly, I start to move, taking him a little deeper into my mouth. He reaches down and grabbing my hair, holding it back and out of the way, as he watches me. I actually feel sexy and quite liberating, knowing he’s watching me suck him, that I’m giving him so much pleasure.
His hands tighten on my hair as I start to move faster, my left hand starting to join the party and stroking his cock. I take him in as far as I can, until I can feel the base of his cock touching my lips. My name is like a plea as he watches me practically swallow him whole. I gasp for air as I lick the head once more, beads of precum pouring from the tip.
Reaching down, I cup his balls with my right hand, lower my mouth again on his shaft, and stroke faster and faster with my left. I know he’s close. His body is tight, his hips thrusting upward, his breathing erratic and harsh. I take him as far as I can once more, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. That’s when he detonates.
His orgasm rips through his body as he shoots down my throat in hot bursts, his cock jumping and twitching in my hand. I slow my motions, gently letting his cock ease from my throat, as I lick the tip like a popsicle on a hot day.
“Fuck. That was…wow,” he groans, his eyes closed and a hint of a smile on his full lips. He looks like a man happily sated, and a burst of pride spreads through my veins.
Crawling up his body, I lay on top of him. Rueben’s arms wrap around my shoulders as he holds me close, breathing me in. “We’re going to have to get more condoms today,” I tell him, his strong heartbeat pounding against my cheek.
“Definitely. But it’s good to know we’ve always got that, you know, when we run out.”
I smile against his chest. “Yep, definitely good to know that’s always on the table.”
“Let’s never take it off the table.”
“Nope.”
I close my eyes and catch a little more sleep until it’s time for the final alumni event of the weekend.
***
The hotel hall is smaller than the one from last night, but quickly filling up with former students and faculty of SIU. The brunch is at our hotel, on the second floor, and features a big coffee and juice bar, as well as a buffet-style brunch.
When we sign in, I’m instructed to head to the front table, where I’ll be sitting with today’s speakers. I cradle my tablet firmly in my hands, the nerves of speaking in front of the group starting to take hold. Why did I agree to do this? I’m not the right person for the job, that’s for sure. I might speak in front of thousands every morning, but that’s different. I can’t actually see the people watching me through their televisions. Rueben senses my uneasiness and wraps my hands with his, offering comfort in the simplest of touches.
“You got this, Crick. Your speech is remarkable,” he says. This morning while we got ready, I had him read the words I wrote last week for this morning. I sat nervously as he combed through each sentence, ten long minutes of deafening silence. When he finished, he just smiled and said it was perfect.
“Thank you. Believe it or not, I hate speaking in front of large crowds,” I whisper, glancing around the room at familiar and unfamiliar faces alike.
“You’ve got this. You’re going to do great. Your message is solid. They’re going to be eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” I tell him, my eyes finding the front table. The dean of students is there, along with a few other faces I recognize, one being Danny, the other speaker for this morning.
“I do. Trust me, okay?”
I glance up at his chocolate brown eyes, framed with those dark plastic glasses I’ve come to love. He has so much faith in me, as a friend, sure,
but hopefully as more too. “Okay,” I reply, taking a deep breath. “I should head up front.”
“I’m going to sit with Dylan, Bridget, Jenna, and a few others over there,” he says, pointing to his left. “I’ll be waiting for you after you’re through.” Then, he bends down and gives me a tender kiss on the mouth. “Kick ass, Crick.”
“Thanks.” I give him a smile and head toward the front of the room. As I approach, the three gentlemen stand up, eager to shake my hand and welcome me to the table. Danny stands too, pulling me into a hug and kissing me on the cheek. I catch a hint of expensive perfume on his skin and mentally roll my eyes.
“Good morning,” he whispers, giving me one of those trademark killer grins. It does nothing to me however, and I step back, putting a little distance between us.
I take my seat between Mr. Donaldson from admissions and Danny, who quickly engages in another conversation with the table. Danny is very charismatic and easy to talk to. He’s easy on the eyes too, I’ll admit, but I feel absolutely nothing when I look at him. Not like I used to. I glance across the room and find Rueben watching me, a small smile on his lips. It feels good to know he’s there, silently supporting me as I get ready to speak to the crowd.
Brunch is served, and we’re invited to eat first. I take a little fruit and some ham, but nothing too big or heavy. My stomach is in knots, and I’m not sure there’s room for food right now. My heart starts to pound and my hands shake. Seriously, why did I think this was a good idea? I can’t give a speech about success in broadcasting. I’m the last person who should be up on that podium today.
As I approach the table, a warm hand gently grasps my arm, familiar and inviting. I turn to find Rueben there, holding a cup of coffee just the way I like it.
“I brought you this,” he says, as if he could read my body language and sensed I was having a slight pre-speech freak out. His gaze is both calming and reassuring as he sets the coffee down in front of my place and squeezes my hip. “You got this, sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing my forehead tenderly.
