Hanging On (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2)(14)

He groaned, his hands grabbing my h*ps and clutching. He didn’t direct me in any way, he just needed something to hold on to. Something to keep him tethered.

And he better hold on tight, because the teasing had just begun.

I slowly stepped away from him and led him to my bedroom. He must have sensed that it was my turn to be in charge because he followed me like a lost lamb, stars in his eyes and lead in his feet. Once there, I lit a candle and turned on some music. Setting the mood was important.

The only part of his body that moved was his eyes. They coated every inch of me, desperate not to miss a single detail, turning himself on with each bump, each crease, each peak and valley of my flesh. I reached up to him, connecting with his lips, feeling that rush. Opening my heart at the same time as his mouth, and suddenly wanting to go for it right then. Wanting to take him.

Whoa girl, easy does it.

Fighting for control, I unbuttoned his shirt, one pain staking button at a time, while kissing his ears, lips, neck, then down his smooth chest. I flung his shirt behind me, licking a nipple, then a soft bite.

“Oh—“ William jumped, letting his head fall back. He was still hanging onto my h*ps for dear life.

I moved to the other nipple as my fingers worked the brass buttons of his jeans.

His breathing was coming faster, now. His hands balled into fists then relaxed, balled, relaxed.

His pants undone, I pushed the rough fabric down his burly thighs, feeling up the inside of his upper thigh while he stepped out. I straightened, tasting his lips, explored his mouth with my tongue, feeling myself slip away into the abyss of desire.

Unable to keep his touch away any longer, his palms lightly found my back, caressing, pulling me near. Then around the front, finding a breast, content to feel it through the silky fabric. I didn’t want him to stop but this was about him. I gently but firmly backed off.

The corners of his lips flickered into a small smile. He knew what I was doing. His balled fists found their way back to his sides.

His large erection pushed at his boxers, making the hole in front gap. Allowing me to use one finger and trace along the exposed, velvet skin. So smooth. So sensitive. I had to have it.

Unceremoniously falling to my knees, I yanked his boxes down in one quick motion, causing him to suck in a breath of surprise. One hand at his base, one cupping his balls, I licked the crevice in the tip, salty from pr**um.

“Hmmm, Jess…” William whispered, hands contracting and releasing again.

I swirled my tongue around his head, looking up and meeting his eyes like a  p**n  star. Slowly, holding his wild, burning gaze, I sucked him in. Filled my mouth. Then kept going, eyes twinkling, c**k reaching the back of my mouth, then into my throat.

Working to control my gag reflex—which I wasn’t an expert at—I distracted the situation with messaging his balls. Cock in further, to the back of my throat now, making my eyes water.

If he wasn’t about to lose his shit, I would be intensely embarrassed about this whole scene. As it was, I was enthralled. Fists contracting faster now, every exquisite muscle on his powerful frame tense, he’d stopped breathing altogether. Six feet, two inches of solid muscle, with a leanness and grace to establish himself as Apollo, the Greek God in which I named him, he was powerfully built but gently employed. He was enough for an unbeliever to return to God. And I was making him sweat.

I sucked as backed off, working my hand, sliding my lips along his length. Back in, shallower with my hand running backup, working up friction. Then pausing to get that head beyond my mouth, deep, deep into my throat.

“Oh holy Lord, Jessica—“ He sounded like he was about to cry.

Hang in there--you will thank me in the end.

I worked him a little harder, had him straining forward, thrusting into my mouth, wanting deeper, then I backed off completely, standing.

His eyes snapped open, feral.

A smile playing around my lips, I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. “You won’t get off that quickly….no pun intended.”

He cursed under his breath, too revved up to smile. In fact, his face was pained with need, his muscles so tight he could barely walk.

“Woman, you’ll be the death of me, you know you will.” His eyes flashed.

“I’m waiting to hear you beg.” I bent to lick a nipple dramatically. Meeting his eyes, I bit his chest, liking his sharp intake of breath.

My palm up his smooth, bumpy chest, I suddenly shoved, barely missing his reflex to grab me to keep upright. He smirked when he landed, his proud c**k jutting straight upward.

“At least it’ll be a good way to go.” He chuckled darkly.

Time for the strip tease.

I turned the music up as he settled more comfortably on the bed. It was a faster beat than in the living room, though still slow and sensual, allowing me to run my hands along my body, exploring, leading his eyes as my h*ps rocked and swayed to the beat.

I slipped out of my Teddy, letting the fabric play around my heeled feet, before sliding a hand over my bare br**sts, letting the other hand search between my legs. I traced my panty line, turning myself on. Dipping inside, then licking the juices off my finger.

“My God—“ William groaned, hand jerking toward his cock. By sheer strength of will he stopped himself, but barely. He must be getting close. I wanted to finish together, so I had to monitor the pace.

Both my hands tracing lines over my flesh, I moved and pumped to the music. I was getting really down and dirty now, entering myself and basically masterbating while dancing. It was amazing how comfortable I still felt. Usually about this stage I would get crazy unsure of myself and stop. This time I let fly!