bought me a house that’s overlooked by a tower built by a reclusive eccentric man with a secret love. And I think that’s the fucking coolest – thing – ever.’ I punctuated each word with a small thrust of my hips.
He groaned and released me so he could undo the rest of his buttons and push his jeans down. When he was bare, when his cock had sprung free, just begging for me to take it in hand and stroke it until he came, I sucked in a great shaky breath. I wanted to watch his face when he came. I wanted to feel the hot tacky trail of his release on my skin. I wanted a lot and so I pushed him back till the back of his knees hit his bed and he buckled.
‘I like that when I look out my window I see you all in a row.’ It was something I didn’t realise was true until I said it aloud.
He looked intense and only blanched a little when I brought up the fact that I was working my way through the three of them. Or maybe a better way to see it was distracting myself with them. I glanced around and he whispered, ‘Top left drawer of the dresser,’ while he toyed with one of my nipples. Working it into such a tight point I felt a tickle and tightening in my throat from the sensation.
The inside of his dresser drawer smelled like cedar and spice and I took a big breath of it while claiming a condom. Stephen then started to cover himself and I shook my head. ‘Wait,’ I whispered. I pressed my sex to him so he could feel what he did to me. Not on his cock – I wasn’t going to take us there just yet. I perched higher than his erection and it poked along the crease of my bottom cheekily.
Stephen’s eyes never left me. Even as he stroked my skin. Even as he cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples so I moaned, rotating my hips so he could feel the heat of my pussy – the wetness there – against his flesh. Even when I bent to kiss him, he kept his eyes wide and watching.
‘Shut your eyes!’ I laughed.
‘No.’
‘Oh, now you’re going to argue?’ He tasted salty and sweet when I licked him. The way he reacted – the way he rippled under me – made me want to do it more. I kissed a trail – agonisingly slow and purposeful – from his thick neck to his flat belly.
‘I’m not arguing. I just don’t want to not see you, is all. You’re here. I want to … enjoy it.’
Chapter Thirteen
Speaking of enjoying it, the way his body shivered under my lips made me clench my cunt to feel the almost-spasm of pleasure it evoked. He was so fucking pretty.
‘I’m sure you won’t mind,’ I said softly and sucked the tip of him into my mouth.
I was getting from Stephen what I had not gotten from Coop. Rolling his smooth cock along my inner cheek, over my tongue, I nudged the small slit at the tip of him so that his hips jittered a little.
When I laughed, I saw him laughing too. ‘I don’t mind.’
Supporting his head with his arms, he watched me – alert but not wary. Relaxed but not bored. I wanted to please him and that pleased me.
I went down further, taking his cock all the way, feeling it nudge the back of my throat and making my eyes water just a bit. Stephen groaned and reached for my hair. His fingers played over and through my long bangs and then he stroked my forehead like a true lover – tender, affectionate.
Fear sizzled in my belly and I straightened up, eyes pinned to his, licking the thick vein that traversed the back of his erection. His hands dropped to his sides and a rush of air burst out of him.
‘Can you … please? Don’t make me come that way.’
‘Roll that bad boy on,’ I said as I slid up his body, keeping contact all the way. Marvelling at the rasp of his coarse body hair along my smooth skin. The extra heat he seemed to give off. The jut of masculinity between his legs that I simply could not wait to lower myself onto.
He rolled the condom on with almost steady hands.
‘You’re a big boy,’ I teased and he blushed.
When I moved to straddle him, Stephen caught my
He groaned and released me so he could undo the rest of his buttons and push his jeans down. When he was bare, when his cock had sprung free, just begging for me to take it in hand and stroke it until he came, I sucked in a great shaky breath. I wanted to watch his face when he came. I wanted to feel the hot tacky trail of his release on my skin. I wanted a lot and so I pushed him back till the back of his knees hit his bed and he buckled.
‘I like that when I look out my window I see you all in a row.’ It was something I didn’t realise was true until I said it aloud.
He looked intense and only blanched a little when I brought up the fact that I was working my way through the three of them. Or maybe a better way to see it was distracting myself with them. I glanced around and he whispered, ‘Top left drawer of the dresser,’ while he toyed with one of my nipples. Working it into such a tight point I felt a tickle and tightening in my throat from the sensation.
The inside of his dresser drawer smelled like cedar and spice and I took a big breath of it while claiming a condom. Stephen then started to cover himself and I shook my head. ‘Wait,’ I whispered. I pressed my sex to him so he could feel what he did to me. Not on his cock – I wasn’t going to take us there just yet. I perched higher than his erection and it poked along the crease of my bottom cheekily.
Stephen’s eyes never left me. Even as he stroked my skin. Even as he cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples so I moaned, rotating my hips so he could feel the heat of my pussy – the wetness there – against his flesh. Even when I bent to kiss him, he kept his eyes wide and watching.
‘Shut your eyes!’ I laughed.
‘No.’
‘Oh, now you’re going to argue?’ He tasted salty and sweet when I licked him. The way he reacted – the way he rippled under me – made me want to do it more. I kissed a trail – agonisingly slow and purposeful – from his thick neck to his flat belly.
‘I’m not arguing. I just don’t want to not see you, is all. You’re here. I want to … enjoy it.’
Chapter Thirteen
Speaking of enjoying it, the way his body shivered under my lips made me clench my cunt to feel the almost-spasm of pleasure it evoked. He was so fucking pretty.
‘I’m sure you won’t mind,’ I said softly and sucked the tip of him into my mouth.
I was getting from Stephen what I had not gotten from Coop. Rolling his smooth cock along my inner cheek, over my tongue, I nudged the small slit at the tip of him so that his hips jittered a little.
When I laughed, I saw him laughing too. ‘I don’t mind.’
Supporting his head with his arms, he watched me – alert but not wary. Relaxed but not bored. I wanted to please him and that pleased me.
I went down further, taking his cock all the way, feeling it nudge the back of my throat and making my eyes water just a bit. Stephen groaned and reached for my hair. His fingers played over and through my long bangs and then he stroked my forehead like a true lover – tender, affectionate.
Fear sizzled in my belly and I straightened up, eyes pinned to his, licking the thick vein that traversed the back of his erection. His hands dropped to his sides and a rush of air burst out of him.
‘Can you … please? Don’t make me come that way.’
‘Roll that bad boy on,’ I said as I slid up his body, keeping contact all the way. Marvelling at the rasp of his coarse body hair along my smooth skin. The extra heat he seemed to give off. The jut of masculinity between his legs that I simply could not wait to lower myself onto.
He rolled the condom on with almost steady hands.
‘You’re a big boy,’ I teased and he blushed.
When I moved to straddle him, Stephen caught my
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