Thresh

by Jasinda Wilder

  "God, Thresh, yes, just like this," I moaned, "I love it so much, feeling you inside me. More--more, fuck me, Thresh, fuck me like you mean it. I want it, I want all of you, baby."

  "Lola...Lola..." and he moved faster, fucked me harder, his movements losing the smoothness of control.

  "YES, Thresh, just like that!" I met him pounding thrust for thrust, taking all of him and gasping for more. "Harder! Harder!"

  He growled, then, a feral, primal sound, and I felt the shift in him, felt him lose it, felt him give up the last vestige of control. He pressed himself up on his palm, drew his knees under him and straightened to his full kneeling height. I willingly, eagerly, scooted toward him and wrapped my legs high around his ribs as he thrust once, hard, and then found his rhythm, harder and faster than ever, his face a rictus of desperate abandon, wild pleasure, all control relinquished.

  I gave voice to my ecstasy, as much for him as for how incredible it felt. I was screaming as loud as I could with each thrust, each one bringing him closer to his release.

  He was growling nonstop, nonverbal sounds somewhere between a snarl and shout as he fucked me so beautifully perfectly hard. It was pleasure I'd never known until then, nothing had ever felt this way, and all I could do was scream through it.

  "I'm--" he gasped, "I'm gonna--Lola, Lola, fuck--LOLA, I'm coming!"

  He pushed in, held it, thrust deep, hips flush against mine, and I felt him jerk, felt him pulse inside me, felt him come, and then he was moving again, fucking me with everything he had, totally lost, eyes on mine, wide and blazing and rife with emotion.

  "Holy fuck, Lola...Jesus--"

  "Oh fuck yes, Thresh, me too! Come with me, come with me right now, come so fucking hard, just for me, baby...please, please--harder, baby...god yes, yes! YES! Harder!"

  He fucked me just the way I was begging for it, hard, fast, brutally beautiful.

  Finally, his movements slowed and he buried his face in my neck, still thrusting sporadically. I clutched the back of his head and his ass and put my lips to his ear and whispered to him. "God yes, that was...god, I don't even have words...so fucking incredible." I bit his earlobe and sighed as he finally went still. "Stay like this, baby. Let me feel you on me, in me."

  "I'll crush you," he murmured, but he didn't move, gasping for breath, sweat-slick, heaving, still hard inside me but slackening now.

  "No, it's perfect," I whispered. "You're perfect. That was perfect."

  He kissed where his lips were pressed against my throat. "Lola, that was--"

  I pushed him to where I could look into his eyes. "The best thing I've ever experienced in my whole life."

  "I've never--" He shook his head, as overwhelmed as I was. "Never in my whole life--nothing has ever been--"

  I shuddered. "I know. Me too."

  He kissed me, and it was another Thresh Special, the kind of kiss that made my toes curl and turned my insides to jelly and had my still-quaking pussy twitching anew.

  He rolled off me, pulling out, and tucked me into the crook of his arm. I curled against him...

  And felt at home in a way I hadn't known even existed.

  13: RUINED

  Lola had just ruined me for all other women, for sex with anyone else. I lost control with her in a way that I'd never allowed myself, ever before, with anyone. Not even close. I'd always been in complete control, making sure to give my partner as many orgasms as I could before I finally pushed through to my own. It's always felt good, great, amazing, even as I was careful to measure my thrusts, not going too deep or too hard, even if she was begging for more.

  With Lola, I just...let go.

  And not only did she take it all, every brutal, pounding thrust I gave her, she demanded more, begged for more, and when I was finished, she was tender and sweet and whispered things to me that made me shiver, made me shudder, made everything inside me twist up, making my throat close and my heart clutch.

  God, what was she doing to me?

  I was slack, my cock resting against my thigh, the tip of the condom bulging with my come. Lola was curled against me, cheek on my shoulder, breasts smashed against my side, thigh over mine, one hand tucked between us, the other tracing idle patterns on my chest. She traced my pec, my nipple, the hard line of my sternum, then the other side of my chest, and then down the grooves and ridges of my abs, still heaving despite my efforts to get my breathing under control.

  And then she reached my groin, glanced up at me with a small mischievous smile, and tugged the condom off me, knotted the end, and tossed it aside. Then she returned her attention to my dick.

  I watched her, curious. "Whatcha doing, Lola?"

  She shrugged one shoulder. "Just touching you. Playing with you. Getting you hard again."

  "And then?"

  Another lift of her shoulder. "Whatever I want."

  "I can deal with that."

  She snickered. "I bet you can." With a sly glance up at me, and then back down to my cock, she took me in her hand. "What if I said all I wanted to do was this?"

  "This what?"

  She flopped my cock one way and then another. "Just...play with you." She blinked up at me, toying with me. "No mouth, no pussy, just my hand."

  I groaned. "I haven't had just a hand job in...god, I don't even know."

  Lola laughed. "Thresh, honey...just a hand job?"

  I shrugged. "How I always thought of it."

  "Then allow me to change your mind."

  I rubbed my hand up and down her side, cupping her hip. "Do your worst, or your best, or whatever."

  She didn't answer in words.

  Instead, she kept her focus on my cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip, sliding it back and forth across my belly, making a ring of her forefinger and thumb and sliding it up and down my still-slack length. She shifted, lifting her breast to where I could see it. God, why was that so effective? Maybe it was the worshipful look on her face, the tender, sweet, loving, attentive way she was touching me, as if my cock was a priceless gift meant just for her, as if she meant to lavish me with all the love and affection she possessed, with everything she'd kept pent up and locked down for three years, all bestowed on me, on my cock.

  Just a hand job?

  Something told me this would be every bit as life-altering as the sex had been.

  God, the sex.

  That had been so much...more...than anything I'd ever experienced. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it, nor believe that I'd felt it, that I'd gotten to share that with this woman. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't just fucking. I mean, we fucked, and hard, but it was so much more than that.

  I didn't know what to make of it, or of myself in this new, emotional landscape, where every touch had meaning, where every kiss was a seduction.

  I'd always wanted to believe in love, but never had.

  I didn't see it growing up as a kid. The NFL certainly hadn't shown it to me, and neither had the military. Shit, I'd watched buddies cheat on their wives with locals and hookers, and then go home and act the part of the loving husband. I'd watched wives leave their faithful men. I'd watched marriage after marriage disintegrate for a wide variety of reasons.

  And then I'd met Harris, and Harris had met Layla, and they'd fallen in love, and there was no way I could doubt what they had. I saw it, and I believed in it.

  And yeah, deep down, I'd wanted that for myself. I'd just never expected to find it.

  And then...I met Lola. From that first time I saw her, from the way she'd stood up to me in the hospital, so determined in her care for Harris that she'd not just stood up to me but had pushed back in a way nobody ever had before. I left, but I'd never forgotten her. A year went by, missions and jobs and off time--and yeah, other girls--but I'd never forgotten her. She was just hooked into my mind, into my soul. Then I showed up at her hospital and met her, really met her, and spent a little time with her, and those hooks had been sunk deeper.

  Each moment in her presence dug those hooks deeper.

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p; Watching her come on my fingers in that Jeep on the side of the road...that had been the first realization, when I initially understood that this thing with her wouldn't be a little fun in bed and maybe a little adventure together outside of it. This would be something else entirely.

  That she'd been able to push through some kind of fear, some kind of nerves, and she'd touched me back, had gone down on me. That was my second realization. Because that blowjob, it had felt better than anything else before it. Something in her touch had gone beyond mere physical pleasure. It wasn't something I could really put into words. It was just...better...somehow.

  Then she did...this.

  The way she'd clung to me, the way she'd urged me to give it to her harder, begging for more, the way she'd looked at me, the things she'd said, the utter abandon I'd seen in her. She'd totally committed to the moment with me. And then she'd gone for more, had gone past her own pleasure to draw more out of me, to bring me to a place I hadn't thought possible. It had been total release, a letting go of everything, for both of us. And that was my third realization.

  I knew, even if I had been with her less than a week, that I'd never want another woman again.

  Lost in my thoughts, I'd lost track of what was going on or where I was, but Lola brought me back down. I was hardening again, and the sensation wrenched me out of my thoughts and back to the present, to the earth. To her.

  She had me going erect in record time, a few scant minutes, fifteen, max--and she wasn't even hurrying. Still curled up against me, she seemed totally content to, as she'd said, just play with me.

  It was so unbearably erotic, staring down, watching her toy with my cock, idle strokes, lazy caresses, twisting her fist around the head, tracing the veins along the sides with her fingernail--shit, that tickled. She rarely repeated the same kind of touch twice in a row, which was maddening and incredible.

  Time stood still.

  Seriously, I had no idea how long she was content to just play with my cock, stroking and caressing and rubbing, never setting a pattern, never really trying to bring me to completion.

  It was utterly maddening.

  It was beautiful.

  It was frustrating.

  It was so fucking erotic I couldn't handle it, but time after time I bit my tongue and held still, forced myself to just watch, to just let her do what she wanted for as long as she wanted.

  The ache grew.

  And grew.

  It became a throb in my balls, a tension in my belly, eventually making it difficult to breathe, impossible to hold still. Every touch had me twitching, gyrating, pushing into her hand, but she ignored me and just kept her touch impossible to predict

  "You have such a beautiful penis, Thresh," she murmured, after long, long, uncountable minutes of silence.

  "Thanks?"

  "Would it be weird if I told you I love your cock?"

  "No weirder than if I said I love your tits. And your pussy." I pinched her nipple, and then cupped her hip. "And your ass."

  She smirked up at me, gripping my cock firmly at the base. "So...not weird?"

  I shook my head. "Not at all."

  "Good, because goddamn, Thresh, I love your cock. It's the most perfect thing I've ever seen. I feel so fucking lucky to be here, with you, getting to touch you like this." She met my eyes, inquisitive. "Are you sure I'm not teasing you?

  "Oh, you're teasing me, all right."

  She glided her fist up my length without looking away from me, then stroked back down. "You know I won't leave you hanging, right?"

  I nodded. "Of course. Besides, even if you did leave me hanging, just feeling your touch is pleasure enough, Lola. For real, I'm the lucky one here. You, naked, in my arms, touching me? I don't think it could get any better."

  She smiled up at me, that small, secret, intimate smile I'd come to crave. "You don't, hmmm?"

  "Gonna prove me wrong?" I asked.

  "So wrong." She clutched my shaft with both hands and stroked me slow. "So very, very wrong. I can make it so, so much better."

  I strained to sound casual. "Oh yeah? How?"

  She held her hand up to my mouth. "Spit."

  I spat into her hand, and then she put her hand to her own mouth and her spit joined mine, and then she smeared it all on my cock, rubbing it over the head and spreading it down, using both hands now, and holy motherfucking shit, she wasn't kidding. It did get better. So much better. I closed my eyes and just threw myself into the sensation, her hands sliding up and down my slick length, her fists pressed together and gliding in unison from root to tip and back down, so slowly, agonizing slow, and when I finally opened my eyes, she was smirking up at me, pleased with herself.

  "Better?"

  "God, yes. That feels incredible, Lola."

  She rolled onto her back, pulling me to my knees, straddling her, staring up at me with those wide brown eyes so full of emotion, so full of desire, so full of affection and...

  I wasn't quite ready to go there yet, but it was present. I saw it.

  I felt it--

  Love.

  The way she touched me said it all.

  She continued the slow caresses of my length, up and down, up and down, torturously slow. And then she tugged my cock down and fit me between her tits, crushed them together around me, and I couldn't help thrusting between them, feeling the softness of them around me, and as I pushed through, she licked my tip, flicking her tongue against me

  She glances up at me. "I'm gonna make you come, now." She stroked my length faster, both hands, sliding and gliding. "But you have to promise me something."

  "What's that, babe?"

  "Never hold back, not ever again. The way you were at the end? That's what I want all the time. Give me crazy, Thresh. Whatever you want, do it. Take me, however, wherever, whenever."

  "What if I want to pull your hair as I fuck you from behind? What if I want to spank that juicy ass of yours until it's raw?"

  She moaned. "Are you promising?"

  My turn to groan. "Fuck--your hands, Lola, how can just your hands feel so fucking good?"

  She was fisting my length hand over hand, adding more saliva now and then, keeping me slick and warm in her hands, and then, when I asked that question, she started pumping my length, root to tip, harder and faster.

  "Promise me, Thresh."

  "I promise."

  "Promise what? Say it? Promise me everything you'll do."

  "I won't hold back. I'll give you everything I've got, every time."

  Faster, faster, both hands still, sliding my whole length so fast her hands were a blur and I felt my orgasm rising. I couldn't help fucking into her hands, couldn't help grunting.

  "Fuck yes, Thresh, be the animal, fuck my hands, give me your come." She stared up at me, dirty words on her lips, tits huge and heavy and beautiful and dark. "Come on me, baby, right now."

  She let go with one hand, used it to cup my balls and press a finger underneath to massage my taint, and even inched closer to my asshole, pressing her finger there. I hissed and thrust into her fist. One hand pumping me with blazing speed, our spit lubricating me so her fist slid slick and easy up and down my length, rolling her finger against me back there, massaging my balls, staring up at me with those eyes, god, it was too much. I was lost, I was gone.

  "Promise me you'll spank me and fuck me from behind. Promise me you'll pull my hair and fuck my mouth and finger my ass."

  "All that and more."

  "Promise me you'll make love to me, slow and soft?"

  It was hard to talk, the way she was touching me, bringing me closer and closer, her hand a blur along my length. "Promise...so soft, so sweet, so slow. I'll love you all night long, until dawn. All day."

  "Promise me you'll fuck me so hard I can't breathe? Promise me you'll fuck me so hard I can't walk the next day?"

  "Ohhh fuck, Lola, god, I'm--"

  "What, Thresh? Tell me."

  "I'm so close. I'm so fucking close."

  She slowed, then.
"How close?"

  I ground into her fist, groaning as she twisted her fist around me, ran her fingers over my tip on the way back down, returning to the slow deliberate strokes. "Fuck--"

  "You want it hard or slow, Thresh? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

  I gasped, hips pivoting back and forth, fucking her hand, arching and bowing. "This...this, don't stop, Lola, just like this."

  She kept up the slow twisting gliding strokes, not hurrying even as I became more and more desperate.

  And then it was roaring through me, blood rushing in my ears, heart hammering, skin tingling, balls clenching, cock throbbing as my orgasm ripped through me, so hard and so fast I had no time to warn her.

  She moaned as I came, still going slow, smearing my come over my cock and rubbing her thumb over the tip between spurts. "God yeah, baby, just like that. So beautiful, Thresh, you're so fucking beautiful when you come, you big perfect man. Give it to me, let me feel you come on my tits."

  I wrenched open my eyes and watched her stroke my cock with slow loving caresses, watched my come shoot out of me and hit her skin, white against her dark flesh, and she just kept stroking me as I came again and again, until my come was a white pool on her tits, dribbling down her nipples and between her tits and sluicing down the inner slopes, and when I was done coming she was still stroking me, until I flopped off her and to my back, shuddering...

  And that was when she bent over me and took my still-hard length in her mouth and sucked, then licked the side, fit me sideways in her mouth and licked, then sucked me into her mouth again, sucking another few drops out of me and making me jerk and shudder, until my spine left the platform and I was paralyzed by it, left breathless and trembling.

  "Jesus--Lola," I gasped. "Jesus."

  She gazed at me, lifted her hand to watch my come dripping through her fingers. She licked it away.

  I couldn't move for a few moments, unable to do anything but fight for breath and marvel at what Lola had just done for me.

  "That was--" I tried to sit up, and failed, flopped back down. "Fuck, Lola. Just....fuck."

  She curled up in the sheltering nook of my arm, a pleased smile on her beautiful face. "So?"

  "I will never look at a hand job the same way ever again." I angled my arm over her shoulder, across her breasts, threading my fingers in hers. "Or these hands."