Page 16 of Brick Wall
It should be awkward and clumsy. There’s nothing sexy about a bathtub, but the cool porcelain doesn’t even register on my skin. I’m locked in on JT. All my focus is on getting his body close to mine again.
We kiss and touch and I reach between us to feel his hard length. His dick is long and slick with precum. I want it in my mouth, in between my legs, in the valley of my breasts.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you.”
Leaning over the edge of the tub, I reach for the first aid kit and grab a condom. He tears the wrapper and sheaths himself in about two seconds. I study him, eager to crawl on top of his body and sink down on his thick cock. But my legs are pretty banged up, and?—
Before my brain can verbalize my thoughts, JT sits up and reaches for me, putting his hands on my waist and lifting me with ease.
“Feet up by shoulders,” he instructs. “How’s your ankle?” he asks, running his fingers up the back of my calf.
“I have ankles?” I tease, looking down to where my naked body straddles his. JT’s cock is positioned directly in front of me, cradled right at the juncture of my thighs. But that’s not where I want it.
“You do,” he answers, still dragging his fingers lazily up and down my legs like we have all the time—and privacy—in the world. “They’re pretty, too. Never noticed anyone’s ankles before, but yours are…delicate. Yeah, that’s the perfect word for them.”
“Compliments are nice,” I tell him. “But you know what’s even better?”
His gaze still lingers on my battered, swollen leg. “Another bag of ice?”
“Nope.”
“Some good painkillers?”
“No.”
His eyes catch mine as his thumb traces my lower lip. “Another distraction?” His voice is low and seductive.
“You’re getting warmer,” I coax. “And that’s good, because you only get one more guess.”
“Damn. Better make it count, huh?”
I nod, unable to stop myself from grinding on him. The friction is good, but it’s not enough.
“Give me a second to think, okay?” he asks, swiping his thumb against his tongue before teasing each of my nipples with it. “If it’s not ice and it’s not medicine, I’m guessing it’s probably not a heating pad, either…hmmm…”
“Is that your guess?”
He shakes his head. “Nope,” he answers, mimicking me.
“Time’s almost up,” I say, glancing at my watch but paying no attention to the numbers on it.
“You want my cock, Maggie? You want me to fill you up? You gonna take me deep into this sweet pussy?” His words are incendiary, and his tone is just as erotic. There’s something about his rumbly, raspy voice, his full lips, and his lust-filled eyes that has my body primed.
“Is that it?” he asks. “Did I get it right?” His hands are back on my waist, holding me tightly.
“You know you did,” I answer.
He nods, lifting me up. “You made a fucking mess on me, beautiful girl. Think you can do it again?”
I’m so wet for him, it should be embarrassing. But this guy is pressing every button I have, and we haven’t actually had sex yet. “Yes,” I answer, practically panting.
As soon as the word passes my lips, JT lowers me onto his cock. I should probably take a minute to appreciate his core strength or his god-given coordination, but all I can do is gasp as the thick tip of his dick breeches my entrance. Slowly, I take him in, inch by inch, and let myself surrender to the feeling of being consumed.
God, it’s so good. He’s pumping into me, watching my breasts as they bounce with each movement. He’s mesmerized, and that turns me on. Leaning down, I deepen our connection with a kiss.
I feel each thrust, each pulse of his dick as my pleasure builds again.
“Jesus Fuck, you’re choking my dick, and I love it.” He mumbles the words, and a jolt of lust zips through me as grabs my ass and grinds against me. The friction is exactly what I need, so I give it right back, sure we are about to give each other mutual mind-blowing orgasms.
