Lead (Stage Dive, #3)(73)

He chuckled.

And then he pushed up my skirt and got back to it, lucky for him. His ever-so-talented lips worked me up and up, to heights unheard of before. Up where the air was thin and the stars within reach. This was more than just great head. I felt so high, the rush of hot sweet emotions filling me had to be touching him too. The power of how he stirred me, driving me out of my mind was so intense.

He couldn’t not feel it.

The tip of his tongue traced over my opening, making my muscles clench. So damn empty. Every inch of me drew tight, my legs shaking. My ass rubbed against the smooth surface of the table. He’d made me so impossibly wet, my * swollen and aching. I needed to come more than I needed to keep breathing. When his swift, clever tongue focused in on my clit, it was almost all over. A long, hard suck of it finished me off, tipping me straight over the edge. The freefall was magnificent. The world blurred to white and blood roared in my ears. It was basically an out of body experience. My mouth opened on a silent scream. Such pleasure, such joy.

It took me quite some time to come back down. When I did, Jimmy was standing, busy tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He’d come prepared.

“We good?” he asked.

My breath … I’d lost it somewhere. No matter. I’d just lie there and glow, my * still pulsing with aftershocks. Perfect.

“Lena?” His hint of a smile was so cocky. There was a flash of dimple and everything. But honestly, he’d done such a superlative job on me. It was thoroughly well deserved.

I nodded, giving him proof of life. My mind was still drifting down from the heavens. God. Sex had never quite that celestial before. All he’d done was put his mouth on me, I might not survive more.

Though I’d definitely die happy.

He stared down at me, hands busy rolling the condom over his cock. Before I could rise up on an elbow to get a look, he was positioning himself at my entrance. The slight pressure from the blunt head of his penis made sparkling little shocks break out anew. Baby fireworks. Shivers raced across my skin. He stroked over my tummy, setting his palm against the damp skin, up over the curves of my dimpled thighs, so white and big. All of my insecurities came running on home, despite the lust in his eyes. He was so big and beautiful standing over me.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, voice ragged.

I couldn’t talk, my throat dry as stone. So I just nodded. Surely he had all the permission he needed. I lay there decimated by him, wet and willing.

“It’s been a while.” A bead of perspiration ran down the side of his face. His shoulders rose and fell furiously, the struggle for control obvious in every part of him. “Want it to be good for you.”

I swear my heart up and died at the doubt in his voice. Sometimes, we were more alike than I gave us credit for.

“Jimmy. I need you in me.”

Something eased in his eyes and he nodded. “Yeah. You do.”

I laughed in surprise.

Then I shut right the hell up. Capable hands held my legs apart and he started pushing in. And in. My * lips stretched around him to accommodate his size. Slowly but surely, the long hard length of him filled places I didn’t even know existed. Honestly, it wasn’t all that comfortable. It’d been a few months since last time, but this was ridiculous.

I wiggled and wrapped my good leg around him, trying to get into a better position. Really, I should have been wet enough after the phenomenal orgasm. “How big are you?”

“You can take me.” His tongue ran over his lush bottom lip and his gaze stayed on where we were joined.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He gave me a quick look. “Not like I measure myself.”

“That’s still not an answer.”

“Fuck’s sake. Can we not argue when we’re having sex? Please?”

“Fine.” I stopped watching him over my still heaving breasts and stared at the ceiling. Despite his excessive skills with oral sex, it seemed we didn’t match up down below. How sad. At least years from now, when I looked back on this, I’d know we’d tried.

His thumb toyed either side of my still super sensitive clit, making my back bow.

“Careful,” I breathed.

He nodded, but didn’t look up at me. Apparently our combined groins were just too fascinating. He drew back, before easing into me once more. Then again he slid out, withdrawing further this time, before sinking back in. Each time he did it, it felt better, and he did it over and over again, taking consummate care. The man moved like he was machine, no emotion, face set and eyes focused. Only his hands betrayed him, rubbing up and down my thighs, gripping tight and releasing hard enough to leave marks. They could not seem to stay still, too busy exploring my skin. He pressed my knees in hard against him, keeping us as close as could be. Sure enough, eventually tingles started in all of my favorite places, tension building low in my belly. I rarely if ever came twice in the same night. It just didn’t happen. But having him inside of me was now a pleasure, not a pain.

“Jimmy,” I gasped when he hit something particularly wonderful.

He didn’t look up. “Yeah?”

“Do that again.” My breasts felt heavy, hard nipples cruelly contained. Bad underwear. I needed to burn my bras.

“What … this?” His amazing dick did as told, striking me in exactly the right place, lighting me up like I was electric.