Shimmy Bang Sparkle(16)

That was it. I was ready to tap out. Nothing would ever be hotter than that.

She licked up the underside of the shaft, and while she had me distracted, she positioned my hands on the counter, keeping them wide on either side of me. “Those stay there. We clear?”

Fuck. “Anything you say.”

She pressed her knees together, and from above I watched her toes curl. “Touch me and I’ll stop,” she said, and licked a long, wet line up the left side of the shaft, encircled the head, went back down again.

It wasn’t going to be easy. Everything about her screamed, Touch my body. That soft, pretty hair was begging me to tuck it behind her ears. That pretty mouth was calling out for me to put my thumb to those lips. That perfect body was beckoning me to have my way with every inch of it.

But I didn’t do it. She had me, literally, by the balls. And as she took me deep into her throat, I knew this alpha male was about to follow a woman’s lead for the first time in his motherfucking life.





7

STELLA

I loved feeling him get harder and harder in my mouth. I loved knowing I was making him throb. I loved hearing his breathing quicken and watching the muscles in his neck tense and tighten. I loved being in control of this big beast of a man, with his tats and his boots and his brawn.

He was gripping the edge of the countertop so hard, though, that I had a feeling if I kept on going, he might pull the laminate right off the counter. Maybe even the plywood too. “Fuck, Stella,” he growled up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

To hell with the countertop, though. He was what I wanted to ruin. Cheap kitchens could be repaired. So I went back down to the base and teased his balls, lingering at the spot where they met the shaft. I gripped his buns hard, like I was kneading dough. I wanted to sink my teeth into his thighs. I wanted to nibble every freaking inch of him. He was that kind of delicious. Sexy enough to make my mouth actually water.

As I worked on him, I was careful to observe all his reactions. Like new terrain, a new language, I was reading him and learning him. When I kissed and licked and sucked, and eventually drew his left ball into my mouth, he let go of the counter and smacked the surface with his clenched fist, sucking in a breath through his nose. He knotted his fingers in my hair and pulled me away from him, making his ball leave my mouth with a pop.

He let go of my hair and put his fist to his mouth, watching me over the ridge of his knuckles. “Holy shit, what is going on . . .”

The idea that I’d gotten him close already made me feel even more powerful. To give him a break, I tugged his pants down his ass a bit more to get a better angle. I hooked my fingers over the back of his waistband and pulled them down, boxers too, and dug my nails into his buns. Hard. Not a tease, not a joke, but a good raking scratch that I hoped would leave a row of welts. He gritted his teeth and let out a long, dirty, “Fuuuuuuck.” His fingers moved toward my hair, to move my bangs aside maybe, but I was running this show. Me. Just me. So I hit him with a piercing stare and shook my head. His cock was in my mouth again, and the side-to-side movement made his eyes roll back in his head.

He put his knuckles to his lips and growled, “We need to fuck, and we need to fuck now.”

Deeper. And deeper. I didn’t let up, not for an instant. He groaned and moaned and inhaled hard, but didn’t exhale for a count of ten, like it felt so good he’d forgotten how to breathe.

God, it was empowering. I closed my eyes and held the base with both hands. Using the flat, wide part of my tongue, I flicked it along the underside. Then I moved up to the tip and teased the opening very gently. As soon as I did, his knees buckled against my shoulders.

He looked down at me, glassy-eyed. He was intense and driven and focused. And then he put his massive hands on my shoulders and pushed me back, making his cock leave my mouth. He perched my chin on his finger and raised my jaw half an inch. “The first time you make me come, it isn’t gonna be a blowjob in my kitchen, Stella.” Before I could say a thing, he’d hoisted me over his shoulder. And in a handful of strides, I was flying through the air and landing on his mattress, the room full of my squeals.





8

NICK

I put a pillow under her head and switched on the bedside lamp. Lights on wasn’t my usual MO, but somehow, I just knew she was going to be different. I wanted to see her, remember every last expression, every last writhe—I wanted to lock it into my memory, like the blueprint to a safe.

Her hair pooled behind her, mermaid-style, and her T-shirt had come up on her stomach a few inches, enough to show a cute little belly button, unpierced. I planted my hands on either side of her and kissed it, running my tongue around the edge and making her dig her fingers into the muscles of my arms. “Know what I like about you?” I asked, then got back to it, going counterclockwise now.

“Ummm . . .” she said, making her stomach vibrate slightly against my lips. “My incredible taste in desserts.”

I shook my head into her soft skin and waited for another guess, kissing a line down to her jeans. She raised her head from the pillow and looked down the length of her body at me, smiling.

“Or maybe . . . my biting skills?”

God yeah, I nodded into her belly, that for sure. That wasn’t all, though, and I needed her to know it, so I pulled my mouth away. “It’s that you seem like a pretty good girl.” Straddling her on my knees, I lowered some of my weight onto her hips. “But I really don’t think you are.”