Page 16 of Served
He was quickly in my personal space, towering over me and his pained look had turned to rage.
“Didn’t try? Are you serious?” He put his hands to his head and quickly pulled them away like what I said blew his mind then he leaned in even closer. “Lucy, I’ve been trying since I met you, but you were always too busy entertaining losers to notice. So yeah, maybe I stopped trying so hard.”
Now I was enraged. “Trying hard? You call speaking to meoncetwo years ago at a party, which I already had a date for, trying hard? You can’t be serious? And so what?” I threw my arms up in the air before I kept laying down my argument, “Maybe I was oblivious before but I’m here now, throwing myself at you and you’re punishing me for not seeing your futile attempts to get my attention. Which honestly, are you seven years old because you mostly act like a jerk every time you see me, and I’m supposed to know that means you like me? C’mon!”
He was getting louder as he responded, “Oh, give me a break. You don’t want me anymore than any of those morons you parade around the club. I’m not trying to be a fling for you.”
“You have some nerve! You think I just throw men away? Maybe I was wrong about you.”
Before I could take another breath to keep berating him, he grabbed me hard and pulled me to him, thrusting his mouth to mine. Anger and lust mingled together throughout me.
He pulled away long enough to tell me in a low snarl, “Maybe this will be direct enough for you.” He jerked my arm again pulling our faces an inch apart before continuing, “Lucy, I want you, not just now, but to be mine. Can I take you?” My heart was pounding as I fought to catch my breath. My legs became weak, and my brain got foggy as all the blood in my body was directed between my legs. I was throbbing inside realizing all I had to do was give him permission. I knew my face had yes written all over it, and my body was screaming out hell yes, but he stared down into my eyes waiting as he held his firm grip on my arms nearly lifting me off the ground.
He practically shook me by the shoulders, and he snarled at me again as his eyes went black, “I need to hear you say it, and when you do, I’ll show you what it means to be served properly.”
I sucked in as much air as I could so I could form the word and finally heard myself answer him in a breathy voice, “Yes.” He still stared down intensely so I muttered out, “Yes, Jason, take me now.”
Things around me became a blur. I was lifted off the ground, ass in his hands, his mouth ravishing my mouth, my ear, my neck. I felt the bed beneath me and yanked his shirt over his head so I could feel his skin. My legs wrapped around his jeans. He lifted the shirt he gave me last night off of me and I moved my arms up so he could pull it completely off. The top I had on below from the night before was already torn and he took one hand to it and ripped it the rest of the way exposing my black strapless bra and heaving chest underneath.
He leaned down over me, his warm skin flush against mine as I felt his tongue exploring over my breast, finding my nipple once he pulled the bra down to my waist. One hand tended to the other breast as the other caressed my thighs, reaching under my skirt to grab a handful of my cheek. My nerves were already exploding from his touch on my skin when he slowly moved his huge hand over my mound, at first just placing pressure from his whole hand, cradling me with his warmth. Having his hand there sent a rush of wetness and my hips instinctively began rocking. He moved his face back to mine, attacking my mouth with an intense hunger. I could have exploded from that alone, but I felt his fingers push beneath my panties and glide across the pool of wetness he created. I reached my hands to his head, fisting his hair as the excitement built, attacking his mouth equally. Before I could have my release that I knew was so close, he stopped his hand which stopped me completely.
“Jason, please.”
He gently opened one of my eyes with his free hand and the other opened with it. I was staring up at him, pleading with my face.
“I’m just getting started.” He grinned then he was moving down the length of my body with his face, his beard tickling my skin as his lips and tongue explored on the way down, paying attention to each breast with his tongue then my belly on the way down. My whole body felt like each nerve was exploding as he explored it. He smoothly began pulling my panties down as he went. He carefully lifted a leg up over his shoulder and I felt his beard between my legs causing me to suck in a huge breath. He teased me as his tongue lightly grazed the inside of my thighs as his hands caressed my thighs and hips. He planted small kisses on the inside of each thigh between short swipes of his tongue causing my body to jerk at each touch. Eventually his tongue worked its way to the sweet spot.
I saw a sheet of white behind my eyes as he worked his tongue and fingers together. He moved slowly but intentionally. He cradled my hips with both arms, pulling me closer to his mouth and I reached down, grabbing his hair as he moved a hand back below his mouth to assist his efforts. My whole body was aching, but an ache I wanted to keep feeling. His tongue began moving more quickly, and his mouth sucked at my nub, and the waves came crashing through me. I felt myself throbbing around his fingers inside and he groaned as it happened. I tried to stay quiet, but my body was a slave to him, and I let out what could only be described as a squeak as my body tensed and my head involuntarily threw back against the bed.
I was catching my breath as I felt him running his face back up the length of my body, stopping to give attention to my stomach, then my breasts again along the way. Soon, he was face to face with me again.
I pulled his face to mine, letting his lips send me to another place as he continued caressing the whole of my body with his huge, warm hands. I had an amazing release already, but I was desperate for him. I reached down to unbutton his pants and started pushing them down then I found him in my own grasp.Big dick energy for sure.
I firmly rubbed him as we continued stroking our tongues together. He reached down to push his jeans and underwear the rest of the way when I heard a wrapper sound, and he pulled his mouth from mine to tear the package open. I grabbed it before he could and used both hands to roll it over his hard, throbbing stick. He found my mouth again, practically swallowing me and he caressed between my legs again.
I pulled back just enough to plead to him under my breath, “Jason, I need you inside me now.”
I felt the tip just against me, ready to enter but he stopped and grabbed my face, forcing me to look up at him.
“Say it again,” he snarled at me.
“I need you inside me now,” I leaned up and kissed him quickly, then bit his bottom lip gently, “now, Jason.”
He slid inside me slowly, pushing my hips down as he did. As he filled me, I let out another squeak and he let out a moan that almost sent me over the edge.
“Lucy.” His voice shook as he whispered my name into my ear. I wrapped my arms around his wide body, and we began to rock together rhythmically. Every thrust better than the last, pulling all the blood from my body around him. I felt him throb within me as he kissed me, slowly and passionately.
His body over me was tantalizing every sense. He still smelled of tobacco and vanilla. His skin was soft and warm as it grazed over mine. His arms were strong and firm, but still handling me with care. His body was beautifully crafted, his shoulders flexing with every thrust and his chest bulging as he held his body over me. I ran my palms over his skin, feeling his muscles as his body thrusted and rocked against me. His warm mouth found my neck and shoulder, gently nibbling and sending electric shocks across my shoulders and chest. And the way he felt inside. It had never felt so perfect and mind-blowing. Like his body was meant for mine. My muscles were tensing, and I felt myself clamping around him. He pressed his lips to mine, and I moaned into his mouth. He let out a groan then thrusted me into oblivion as I tensed around him.
The waves that crashed over me continued even after the contracting had stopped, but gradually subsided as we laid still, bodies still melded together. I had my arms wrapped tightly around him and he had one arm firmly wrapped under me while the other held his weight up. I could have stayed there with him like that forever. Our breathing was becoming regular again when a knock at my door startled us both.
Amy’s muffled voice came through the door, “Hey, some of us were trying to sleep. Rude.” Amy banged loudly three more times before I heard her slippers shuffle off in the direction of the kitchen.
We both quietly laughed, and I loosened my grip around him but as he started to slowly move out of me, I pulled him back down to me.
“Wait, can’t we stay like this?” He leaned to me and kissed me deeply, brushing my hair away from my face.
“Don’t worry, we can be like this again soon.” His eyes were still dark, but soft and I could see the gold flecks again. He grinned down at me, and I was filled with a strange warm feeling mixed with butterflies in my tummy. I lifted my chin wanting another kiss and he obliged. Then I let him go and pulled my blanket up as he searched for his underwear and found the trash can. He turned around, tugging at the blanket. “Taking away my view as punishment?”
