Page 45 of Hustle

Something snaps in her, and she’s throwing her arms around my neck, kissing me fiercely. It takes me off guard, but luckily my body responds while my brain catches up. My arms wrap around her, fingers skimming her waist as she pushes me back to the couch. I’m all too happy to show her how happy I am to let her handle things.

She’s straddling my hips, but unmoving. I arch up to get closer to her heat, and she smiles, a touch of that wickedness returning. She presses a soft kiss to my mouth and pushes me back down. She wants to be in charge. She slides her slender fingers under the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. She fucks me with her eyes first, and I feel myself get hard. This is going to be a big test of my control, but Evi’s pleasure is worth my patience.

She strokes my abs. “When do you find time to work out?” she murmurs, her light touch sending shivers up my entire body. My cock jerks against her center. I can feel how hot she is even though we both still have our pants on.

I’m dying to pull her shirt off and see her like I’ve seen her in my dreams since she’d cried out my name as I made her come. I want her to say my name again. Scream it out till her throat is raw. Until she feels nothing but that all-encompassing pleasure.

But I can let her take her pleasure as much as I can give it to her.

And she’s taking her time, exploring my body, drawing lines across it with her fingertips. She rocks her hips against me and scrapes her nails across my nipples. Fucking Christ, that’s good.

“You can touch me,” she says.

I run my palms up her thighs and finger the button to her jeans. I look up to her for consent, and when she nods, I undo it and pull the zipper down. I can’t touch as much of her as I’d like, but I can feel how wet she is with my fingertips.

She continues her slow, steady torture, biting and licking her way across my chest. She pauses and moves off of me, and I groan at the loss of contact.

“Take your pants off,” she whispers. “Boxers too.”

I’m completely naked, and she licks her lips. I’m so hard it’s painful, and I reach for her pants again. She sheds them, but before I can touch her, she smiles coyly, and kneels next to me, taking my cock deep into her mouth.

My vision goes white. The hot, wet sound of her mouth and the sight of her gorgeous face bobbing up and down over my cock is almost as good as the feeling of her licking me, but then her hand slides to cup my balls, and I have to grip the couch to keep myself from bucking up against her. I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt her. Fuck. She teases me with her tongue, stroking me from the base of my shaft to the tip, licking me in circles like I’m some kind of ice cream cone.

I’ll never be able to watch her eat ice cream again.

The pressure is exquisite. She kisses the sensitive underside of my cock with a wet, open mouth, fully aware at how badly I want to be completely sheathed in her. She watches my face as she teases, stroking my balls and cock with light pressure until I’m cursing her name. It must be what she was looking for, because right then she takes me deep into her mouth, as deep as she can, before moving rapidly up and down my shaft. She sucks me hard and fast, her tongue swirling around my cock as she does, her hands still cupping my balls. I’m on the edge, and I’m sure I’ve torn a hole in the cushion of the goddamn couch at this point.. I look down at her again, against my better judgment, and see her lips curl into that confident smile at my desperation, only this time I can fucking feel it too, and that’s all I can handle. She keeps me in her warm, wet mouth as I come in pulsing jerks. She licks me clean, and I’m fully undone.

I’m still too keyed up from the orgasm to speak coherent sentences, but I can pull her tightly against me. I need a few minutes to recover, but before long, my fingers dip into her panties again.

Time for my hands to do some exploring of their own.

16

Evi

“Bedroom?” Seamus asks, his hands slowly sliding over my ass.

“Mm hm,” I murmur, and before I can get up, he’s pushed up and swung me over his shoulder, caveman style. He slaps my ass a few times for good measure. There’s a time and a place for everything.

He carries me to the bedroom, and kicks Hank out before shutting the door, and depositing me on the bed. He stares at me with an intense hunger in his eyes. And I thought I couldn’t get wetter. He strips me down with Seamus-like efficiency, and when I’m completely naked, he growls in appreciation.

“I’ve been dreaming about being inside you,” he says, running his huge palm down between my breasts, all the way down until it cups my mound. “I can’t get enough of you, Evi.” He kneels on the floor and pulls on my legs, sliding me down so his mouth is level with my cunt. He closes his eyes like he’s saying a prayer before pressing his face between my legs.

“I love how wet you are,” he murmurs. “And how good you taste.” He dips his tongue into my channel, teasing me before rolling his tongue up to lash my clit. He sucks the stud above it into his mouth, applying gentle pressure with his teeth.

A noise of pure pleasure rips out of me and I grab frantically at the comforter. He pulls my legs harder, pushing his face deeper into my pussy. He eats me out thoroughly. Holding me tight as I squirm against him, he teases my clit first with the tip of his tongue before stroking more firmly and sucking it deep into his mouth again.

“More,” I moan.

He holds me with one hand, freeing the other to thrust those big, thick fingers into me. I’m crying out his name as my muscles begin to ripple around him. I wonder for a minute if he’ll make me wait, like I did to him, but instead he twists a knuckle against my clit as he continues to finger me. He drags his fingers over my inner walls, pressing deep inside. My body tightens and I arch up against him, gasping. He leans over and kisses my mound, licking the tip of my clit as he pumps in and out of me, still working my clit against my piercing. The tension coils deep inside me, and I come with a long moan when it breaks.

I’m gasping, still coming down from that first orgasm when he looks at me with those fierce blue eyes again, climbing over me.

He pinches one of my nipples and plays with the piercing in the other before sucking it into his mouth. My nipples were always sensitive, but even more so after the piercing. I could come just from Seamus’ delicious attention to them.

“Next time,” he says, moving from one nipple to the other, “I’m going to tie you up. Touch you.” He slips his hand between my legs again. “Tease you.” He’s thumbing my clit, increasing the pressure with each stroke. “Before fucking you senseless.”

I’m heady with lust, imagining that scenario. The give and take of control with Seamus is going to be amazing.

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