"Tell me what you like," I whispered as I slowly massaged her clit with my thumb.
Jasmine
What had I gotten myself into?
I didn't like messes. I appreciated people and scenarios that were straightforward and logical.
The Dynex engagement was a mess—corporate blackmail, cybercrime, and lust all tangled into a flaming heap. I'd spent the better part of last night debating on booking a hotel room for the rest of the weekend, but one look in Garrett's eyes was all it took to realize he needed me.
Vowing to be there as a sounding board and only to act if he'd specifically asked, I'd sucked up my anger and put it all behind me. I'd pitched in and helped identify the origin of the email. I'd followed the trail and determined that the intruder was likely a criminal organization based out of Eastern Europe or Russia.
After overdosing on every John Hughes movie known to humanity, Garrett had carried me to his dark master bedroom, where I catnapped for what felt like hours. I'd awakened and stared at the ceiling as if it showed the answers to all of society's ills.
Despite everything that Garrett had confessed, I wanted him. I could have stayed alone in his bed. Instead, I took matters into my own hands.
Tiptoeing down the hallway that led to the guest bedroom would forever change our relationship. I knew that once I made the next move, there would be no going back. I was one hundred percent sure that I wanted Garrett Hamilton in my life.
I slid in the bed, and the butterflies in my stomach turned cartwheels from the heat radiating from his body.
"Tell me what you like," he said as he lowered his mouth to my nipples and tugged. His fingers gently glided a path from my wet, slick channel to my distended clit. I couldn't catch my breath to say what I needed.
"I like everything." His fingers dipped inside. "Yes. Like that. Then I'll want you to fuck me until I can't walk."
"Darling, I can do that and more. Jesus, you are so fucking hot. I'm the luckiest man on this earth, but you are luckier because I’ll fuck the life out of you. Are you ready for that?" His fingers sped up their movements, leading me closer to the edge. I closed my eyes and rode through the waves of sensation.
"Use your words. Jasmine, do you want me to fuck you?" He stopped moving, bringing my journey to release to an abrupt stop.
"Yes." My response came out in an impatient huff.
"Good. You and that gorgeous little pussy are mine. Do you hear me?" He resumed slowly fingering me while circling my clit with his thumb. "It's mine to touch, to taste, and to fuck."
With that, he held me by the waist and positioned his mouth at my wetness. Before I could register what was happening, he hooked his arms around my thighs and dove in.
"Oh, my God. So good," I said as his tongue opened my lips. I nearly lost my mind when he licked down my slit and pierced me with his tongue. He darted in and out of my pussy. In response, my moans reverberated throughout the room.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head before flittering shut as he fucked me with his tongue, lavishing all of his attention on my needy cunt. He had skills. I especially liked it when he targeted my g-spot before repeating the movement against a different spot. The anticipation and uncertainty of the location of the next lick had me squirming and bucking.
"You taste like everything good," he growled, continuing the sweet battery of my clit.
My orgasm began a slow, arduous ascent from deep inside of me. Waves of lust radiated from my belly button down through my pleasure center. Concentrating on the sensation, I squeezed my eyes shut, until black roses bloomed and danced underneath my lids.
Undone and broken, I flopped back against the bed. My chest rapidly rose and fell as I attempted to put myself back together. The guest room door opened, and Garrett slipped out of the room. Well, damn. I wrote it off as he needed to jack off, but he didn't need to leave the room; I would have enjoyed watching.
He returned to the room as quickly as he'd walked away.
"Bottled water and condoms," he said. I heard what I assumed was a box of condoms landing on the nightstand.
The crack of a seal breaking on the bottle cap echoed in the quiet space. He raised the bottle to his lips and gulped. I jumped as he ran the bottle along my arm. I held the bottle to my mouth and sipped, the cool liquid quenched my thirst, but not my craving for that dick.
The rustle of fabric was a suggestion that he had removed his pajama bottoms. Naked, he stood before me, the city lights illuminating his form. Each muscle quivered then tightened as he ran a hand down his perfectly chiseled abs and cupped his cock. He gazed down at me and rubbed himself, not too fast and not too slow. The intent was not to seek pleasure but to prep himself . . . for me. He grunted with each stroke as his cock lengthened and thickened. The rhythm was hypnotic and the vision before me erotic. My pussy clenched as I watched him pump himself.
“Here, let me help you." I sat up in the bed and crawled over to the mattress's edge. I gripped him, noticing the amount of space between my thumb and forefinger, and stroked in a similar rhythm as he'd done before. Garrett's cock was impressive as fuck—thick and heavy and just . . . big. I could barely wrap my hand around the erect muscle. He would never fit into my mouth. Fitting in my pussy would be a challenge, but I was up for it. "You need help with all this."
He exhaled slowly, placing a hand on my shoulder to stabilize himself. I was no quitter, I had to give it the old college try. I added additional pressure to my grip as I continued to stroke down his length. A bead of moisture dripped onto my fist.
"Next time, I want the lights on, so I can see this big, pretty dick. Would you like that?" I cooed and licked from the base to the tip, tasting traces of salty brine coating his crown. Garrett's hips thrust forward at the unexpected move. "Now, now. There's plenty of time for that."
Sucking the head of his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat, I traced my fingertips along his sack. He was a large man, and there was still much more to take in. I didn't dare balk or complain at this most perfect gift; I handled it like a champ. With his fingers tangled in my hair, I alternated between bobbing my head, licking, and sucking. I worked that big dick until he was close to coming.
"Jasmine, I want . . . to come inside of you . . ." He choked out the words. I broke away from his dick and inched to the center of the bed. Garrett pulled a foil packet from the nightstand, tore it open with his teeth, and slowly rolled the condom down his length.
A river flooded between my legs when he positioned himself between my thighs. Sliding himself between my folds, he teased my clit until I was a puddle of wetness and close to orgasm.
"Fuck me. Fuck me now," I said, my head thrashing back and forth.
"I like that you're so demanding." He positioned his cock at my opening and then slowly pushed in until he was buried to the hilt. We both moaned loudly. The tight stretch was heaven. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me until I adjusted to his wide girth. "I think I love your pussy."
He pulled all the way out before sliding back in. There was truth to the phrase, "the first stroke is the best stroke." I almost wept as he began making small thrusts. Each move became bigger and bigger until he slid out and crashed back into me.