Page 76 of Powerless
"Ugh, you are so bad," he groaned.
I kissed my way to his opposite hip, leaving a mark on that side, too, before peeling his jeans and boxers down to reveal him, fully engorged and absolutely mouthwatering.
"Ohhh fuck," he hissed when my tongue swirled the flared head.
I wrapped my hand around the base as my lips sealed over the crown of his dick. His curses grew louder and more drawn out as I steadily took more of him into my mouth.
But it seemed he had sneaky plans of his own.
He caressed my neck and back as I leaned across his lap. A shudder passed through me as he groped my ass, then his fingers moved lower to the back of my thighs. For a moment, he just teased the skin just under my cotton lounge shorts. When his fingers moved to rub teasing circles between my legs, I released a moan around his shaft.
"Yes, beautiful, tell me how much you like this," he rasped, stroking me through the thin fabric.
I sucked him harder, shuddering with each swipe of pressure he applied to my clit. He waited until I made a slobbery mess of his cock before pulling my panties and shorts aside to touch me directly.
"Mm, you're soaked." His hand pulled away for one tortuous second and I heard him suck his fingers before touching me again. "Wouldn't you like another cock to fill you up while you suck me so good like that?"
I moaned the loudest I had yet, not only because his words were so filthy and hot, but he chose then to dip two fingers inside me. The feeling mimicked another man penetrating me and I found myself bucking against his hand, pressing back to take more, deeper.
"Greedy girl. You really do want two cocks, don't you?" He added a third finger, stretching me to my limit. "You want a nice big one pounding you while you please me with that tongue?"
I already started convulsing around him, but his thumb on my clit did me in. I came hard, spasming around his fingers while I screamed around his cock.
I barely recovered when he pulled my head up, withdrew his fingers from me and pulled me roughly into a straddle position on his lap. He lifted me with an iron grip on my waist and pressed me down in one fluid motion onto his thick, rigid length already well lubricated in my saliva.
"So fucking good," he grunted out, arms around my waist as he drove up into me. "So fucking perfect," he added with a rough kiss to my neck.
I was on top but the control was all his. All I could do was hold onto his shoulders as his hips drove up like pistons, filling me up again and again until we both came undone with shudders and moans. He stayed seated inside me, fingers curled into my waist and face buried in my neck, until our rapid heartbeats slowed.
"At the party tomorrow night," he panted with a kiss to my forehead. "We'll ask Jandro then."
Twenty-Eight
SHADOW
"Where you been, man?"
I closed my eyes, counting Jandro's steps across the grass as he approached me. Twelve. I was right again.
"I've been here."
I couldn't see his expression but I knew how he was looking at me—with one eyebrow raised. He liked to do that a lot.
"You've already worked out today, dude. You're just avoiding the inevitable."
I opened my eyes and turned to him, dropping the barbell I was using to stretch.
"Come with me?" I asked. "I could talk to Reaper alone, but with her..."
"Mariposa."
"With Mariposa, I—what ifshedoesn't want to be alone with me and I'll just make it worse?"
"Ugh, fine," he sighed. "I only have floor-to-ceiling's worth of fucked up bikes to fix and part out, plus I gotta get the patio ready for the party tonight, but IguessI can hold your hand while you talk to a girl.”
I stared at him, puzzled. "Why would you hold my hand?"
"I didn't mean literally, it's an expression. Anyway, you coming to the party?"
