Fireball (Cheap Thrills #1)(53)

Framing my waist with his own huge hands, he rubbed slowly and firmly up and down, not quite reaching my tits before they went down again. As they got to the waistband of my pants, he tightened his grip and slowly worked them down until the front of the matching panties to my bra came into sight.

“Never really thought it was a nice one before, but I’ve gotta say that over the last three weeks, pink’s become my favorite color. Every time I see it, I think of you and something you’ve done. It doesn’t matter what shade it is, it’s my fireball color.” Pushing the index fingers of both hands under the edges of the lace, he started to work them down. “Now when I see it, I’m going to think of this moment. The sight of your tits and pussy with pink lace covering them. Your pink nipples poking through it at me. The way your pussy looks as I move the lace down over it…”

The heat in his eyes and the way his cock hardened even more under the fabric of his underwear gave me an idea. I wanted to give him a new thing to think of when he saw pink.

Holding onto his hips, I did an ab curl, not letting him see how much effort I had to put into doing it, and yanked his underwear down until it was under his balls. This seemed to be my favorite thing to do, but a girl needed to look at beautiful things, and Dave’s cock and balls being supported by the elastic was a sight to behold. Holding the elastic in place with my left hand, I used my right one to move his erection until the tip of it was right in front of my mouth.

“Tabby, you don’t need to…oh, Jesus,” he groaned as I flicked the head of it with my tongue.

Loving his reaction, I opened my mouth and took the tip inside, sucking gently as I rubbed the ridge on it with the end of my tongue. My goal was for him to picture me doing this every time he saw pink, and I was going to make it happen.

Continuing to focus my attention on the top, I missed the moment that he caught a handful of hair in his fist, until he tugged on it slightly.

“Take more, baby,” he directed, gently nudging the back of my head.

Reading something like that in one of the erotica novels that I’d imagined Jarrod reading, it would have hit me as too controlling, but when Dave did it, I felt myself getting wetter and more excited at the prospect of blowing his mind – literally. Pulling up to the tip, I looked up at him and held his eyes as I slowly sank down, taking him in until he hit the back of my throat.

“My baby,” he whispered, the fingers in my hair gently massaging the back of my head. When he went to ease my head back to the tip, I took a deep breath and relaxed my tongue, and then I moved in the opposite direction taking him into my throat.

“Holy shit!” His voice sounded like he’d gargled a hedgehog it was that rough as he tipped his head back and let me work his cock.

Wanting to keep him guessing what I was going to do next, I alternated between slow passes up and down, and fast ones where I sucked hard as I got to the top. On the last pass, I was about to take him back into my throat when he pulled himself out of my mouth, spun me over so that I was on my hands and knees, and then yanked my panties halfway down my knees. A finger roughly entered me, quickly joined by another.

“Thank fuck!” he groaned, finding me ready and pulling them back out again. I’d only just got my bearings when I felt his cock head notch into my opening, and then he pushed into me hard, making my head fall back on my neck so that I was staring up at the ceiling.

This time, it was me who was talking to the big man above. “Oh my God.”

“I need you to think good thoughts, Tabby. Really good thoughts.” That was all the warning I got as he pulled out and then slammed into me until he was all the way inside.

What followed was what I could only describe as a hard and delicious fucking. Each thrust was powerful, and it was purely because of the firm hold he had on my hips that I was stopped from skidding across the tile floor each time the skin on the front of his thighs met the skin on the back of my own. I knew I’d have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t give one shit.

Even with that firm hold, my legs shifted and trembled slightly every time the head of his cock rubbed over the magical little spot inside of me, and seeing the reaction he made it his mission to concentrate on the area. Reaching my left arm out so I could use the bath for support, I pushed back onto him hard, taking him back into me all the way down to the base.

“Fuck yourself on me, Tab,” he groaned, leaning down over me and supporting himself with a hand either side of me. This meant that his stomach skimmed my back each time he pushed into me, the light dusting of hair on his chest tickling the skin as it passed over it. Reaching for my right hand with his, he lifted it up and moved it down until it was over my clit. “Touch yourself, baby,” he whispered with his mouth next to my ear. “I want to feel you come.”

Almost like he thought I wouldn’t do it, he started to rub our fingers over the sensitive nub and I couldn’t stop the muscle spasm that resulted from it. I hadn’t used vibrating Dave while we’d been apart, he just wasn’t what I’d wanted, and like the real skin and the big bone Dave was currently moving in and out of me, I’d had plenty of fantasies over that time too. So saying I went crashing into an orgasm that took my breath away was an understatement. Every muscle in my body clenched at the same, and just as soon as it released, it did it again, and again. I was faintly aware of Dave groaning as he came too, but it was hard to hear over the roaring in my ears.