Page 15 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
Jameson takes his time down there, building my pleasure until, like a wave, it crests and my entire body shudders as I go over. He holds my shaking thighs open, watching me with rapt attention.
Blinking, I look up at him with bleary eyes as I come down from the high, my pussy still quaking.
He pushes his glasses back up his nose, a wry smile on his mouth.
Gathering my wits, I smile at him. “My turn.”
I push him back so he’s sitting on the couch and I squat down between his open thighs. He sits up to help me wiggle his pants down and then he hooks his thumbs in the back of his shirt, yanking it off in one smooth move and tossing it behind him to the floor.
God, he’s so fucking hot. Tall and lean and lightly muscular.
“Your shirt,” he commands, that glint in his eyes still there. “Take it off. Now.”
Jameson is a smarty pants who works with computers all day writing code, a total nerd with his dorky shirts and adorable dimpled grin, but then there’s this side to him that no one but me gets to see. One where he takes charge of me, my body, my pleasure. He’s dominant in a way I don’t mind and it’s hot when he bosses me around during sex.
A part of me is tempted to defy him, just to see what he’ll do, but I’m too eager to get my mouth on his cock.
Sitting back on my legs I slowly lift my shirt up, exposing my stomach and then the bottom curves of my breasts.
“Harlow,” he growls, and I smirk.
I put him out of his misery and take it off, dropping it to my side. Immediately he dives forward. Taking the full swells in each hand, sucking on first one nipple and then the next. He releases it with a pop and sits back, his lips moist and reddened. He looks my naked body up and down, his teeth digging into his full bottom lip before he rumbles in a low, silky voice, “Take my cock in your mouth, baby.”
I wrap my hand around his thick base, rubbing my thumb against the vein that runs on the underside of his cock.
I wet my lips in anticipation and his head falls back. “Babe, put my cock in your mouth.”
“Or what?” I challenge.
He looks at me with a narrow-eyed gaze. “I’m not sure you want to find out.”
I give a small laugh, not at all scared, but I wrap my lips around his mushroom-shaped tip anyway, licking away the bead of pre-cum. He watches me through hazy eyes as I lower my mouth, taking more of him.
Pulling back, I lick the sides of his cock, paying extra attention the sensitive area beneath the head before I take him deep again.
“More, baby girl. Take all of me, I know you can.”
I take him as far down my throat as I can until I gag, then retreat and do it again. My saliva drips down his length and he groans with heavy-lidded eyes as he watches with rapt attention.
A groan rumbles in his throat and he utters a husky, “Fuck,” before taking my head in his hands and forcing me up and down faster on his cock. His roughness turns me on even more and wetness seeps along my thighs. With one hand I reach down and rub my clit, moaning against his cock at the pleasure.
He yanks me off his dick roughly and before I can protest, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. My drenched core presses against his lower stomach, his thick cock bobs between my ass cheeks.
When he puts me down, he directs me to lay my body on top of the dining table, stomach down, legs spread. He palms my ass cheeks before plunging inside me, spanking first one side and then the other.
“Oh god,” I moan, turning to lay my right cheek against the cool wood tabletop. It allows me to look back at him as he fucks me from behind. His hands are on my hips, fingers flexed, grip so tight that his knuckles are turning pale. He rears his head back, flicking his hair away from falling over his glasses. His balls slap against my clit and my orgasm builds, my core quivering around his cock in anticipation.
Suddenly, he pulls out and I mewl in protest.
He flips me around and loops his arms around my thighs yanking me to the edge of the table so my ass hangs over. He thrusts inside me at the same time as he grabs my face in hands, hauling my upper body up so our lips meet in a scorching kiss.
His tongue flicks against mine, a moan climbing up my throat.
He pushes me back gently; his hand wrapped slightly around my throat.
He lowers his head, desire flooding his gaze as he watches where our bodies meet. “Fuck, Harlow. Look at that. Look at us.”
I watch too, my pleasure building more, and then I cry out as my orgasm shatters through me.
