“Bring it,” I counter, yanking my shirt over my head and throwing it in the general vicinity of the dirty clothes pile.
Her eyes dilate when she sees my bare chest before grinning dark and dirty, rising to stand in the middle of the bed in her bare feet. She gives zero warning before she launches herself at me, latching onto my front with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. Her teeth nip at my neck, her tongue soothing the nibbles, and she whispers hotly in my ear, “Remember, you asked for this.”
She licks down my shoulder, leaning back to blanket my chest with open-mouthed kisses. Her legs untwine, and she kneels on the bed, still working her way down my abdomen. Her tongue traces the skin at the waist of my jeans while her hands work the button and zipper down. I help shove them to the floor, stepping out and standing before her naked and rock-hard while she’s still in her shorts and a Ford T-shirt that’s seen better days.
She takes my cock in her hand, roughly stroking me as she lowers her mouth to taste the precum on the head. No hesitation, no easing into it, she’s full-throttle as always, jacking and sucking me hard right from the get-go. “Fuck, Erica.”
The words are half-formed grunts as I bury my hands in her hair and thrust with her strokes to get as much cock in her mouth as she can take.
She slurps and swallows around me, moaning against my skin. When she pauses to breathe, using only her hand for a moment, I grin down at her, knowing that I look smug as shit. “If this is how I pay, I think I’ll have to throw you over my shoulder more often.”
“Keep thinking that, Cowboy. But you’re not coming until I let you.” The words are soft and sweet as can be, my cock cradled against her cheek, but there’s an evil glint in her eyes when she looks up at me.
Oh, fuck. My eyes shutter closed as I groan, knowing deep inside that she’s going to destroy me. I can’t fucking wait.
“Do your worst.”
Her mouth engulfs me again, torturous heaven surrounding me. Her head bobbing, she teases at my balls with her free hand. When she feels them draw up, she stops everything with me right on the edge. “Uh-uh.”
Her fingertips dance along my thighs, which feels good but is nowhere near where I need them to be.
She takes me to the edge again, pulling back when I get too close. My legs start to buckle at the demand to stand upright when she’s bringing me to my knees.
“Lie down,” she tells me, climbing off the bed to stand.
I do as I’m told, putty in her callused hands. “Yes, ma’am,” I say with a little fire left in me too.
She pulls her T-shirt over her head, caramel nipples my instant reward, and then drops her shorts and panties. “Come here,” I tell her, hands reaching out for her.
She shakes her head and does whatever the fuck she wants, like always. She straddles me backward, on her knees with her head toward my cock. I’d absolutely be down for sixty-nine, but she’s so damn short, she can’t suck my cock if her pussy’s in my face. “Enjoying the view?” she says, her hips swaying and her pussy just beyond my reach, even if I lift my head.
She giggles. Well, not really because it’s Erica, but her belly jumps a little like she is. She puts her mouth back on my cock, and I decide to ride this trip to wherever she’s going. I put my hands behind my head to prop up and maximize the view so I can watch her pussy get wetter and wetter as she sucks me.
“You like sucking me? Your cunt’s damn near dripping on my chest, Lil Bit.” She moans in agreement. “Let me have a taste of you.”
She lifts off my cock, dropping her hips back toward me. I lick and taste as much of her as I can while she grinds against my mouth. Her hands grip my hips for leverage, and I spread her lips wide to dip my tongue inside her. Too soon, she takes her pussy away, going back to suck me.
I never thought I’d whine about getting a blow job, but damned if she isn’t making me feel like a petulant child who just lost their favorite lollipop.
I can’t lie back and just watch any longer. My hands trace and knead along her skin, from her thighs to her ass and waist, and my hips thrust up to meet her open mouth. “Enough, I need inside you.” My voice is more animalistic than human, demanding and forceful and at the absolute edge of sanity. She’s done this to me, driven me completely wild.
Erica lifts off with a pop of finality this time and scoots her knees down the bed to kneel over my cock with her hands on my shins. I stand it up at the right angle, and with a lift of her hips, she impales herself on me.
Heaven. Absolute, utter heaven.
We stopped using condoms after the fire, but I will never not have a moment of pure gratefulness to feel this woman from the inside, raw and bare. It’s a vulnerability neither of us gives easily, except it feels completely natural to give it to each other now.
She rides me, tiny ass bouncing on me as I thrust from beneath her. I grab ahold of her hips, pulling her down hard. We buck and fight together to reach the peak that’s looming so close.
“Touch yourself. Get there. Come with me,” I grit out.
I feel her fingers dip into the wetness we’ve made and then move up to her clit. She lets me take over the rhythm, and though I’m overwhelmingly tempted to continue pounding her hard and fast, I don’t.
I slow down, staying deep and giving her shallow thrusts. I grab a handful of the dark hair that’s hanging down her back, tilting her head to the ceiling. “That’s it—rub that clit, feel me inside you. When you come, your cunt’s gonna make me come, I’m that close. You want that?”
She nods, pulling her hair slightly but not seeming to mind.
“Do it, Erica. Take us both there.” She cries out, hovering on the edge, and I stroke into her a little more forcefully.
“Yes,” she hisses, going wild. She lifts and drops her hips, setting a new frantic pace, and I can feel her fingers swiping madly across her clit. “Now . . .” she groans, but I don’t need her to tell me because her pussy wraps around me like a vice, pulsing waves pulling my orgasm from me too. It’s more powerful than usual, built up from her edging me, and I feel like I’m floating, with only her to keep me grounded to the bed.
I grunt, trying to match her pace and drawing as much pleasure out of both our orgasms as I can.
She sags, her head falling forward as I melt into the bed a bit more. “Shit, Lil Bit. If that’s your idea of punishment, get used to being thrown over my shoulder.”
There’s no answer as she turns around and lies down by my side, her head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Oh, there’s more.” Her innocent tone should be a warning, but I’m too fuzzy to catch it until it’s too late. She teases at the line between my pecs, wandering over to my nipple, before pinching and twisting.
“Ow, fuck!” I shout, cringing away.
She laughs as I rub at my nipple, soothing it. I can’t help but want more of that sassy, pleased-with-herself grin. “Still worth it,” I tell her with a shrug.
She shakes her head, eyes rolling. “Come here and let me make it better.” She acts like she’s going to kiss it.
“Why do I feel like this is a trick?” I tease.
It is a trick, but I don’t mind in the least because when we finally collapse after round two, both covered in hickeys and exhausted from using each other’s body, it’s comfortable and natural.