Page 41 of Cakewalk
“Oh, hello,” I said as I gaped at it from over my shoulder.
“I said shush. Don’t make me gag you.”
Don’t threaten me with a good time.Yet somehow I managed to bite my tongue. I turned away just as he rolled a condom on, and I welcomed the fact that we were getting right to it. Any sort of tongue or lips would just be teasing at this point. I wanted him, and I wanted it deep inside me.
I felt the tip of him press against my throbbing pussy as his hands reclaimed their grip on my ass. Then he went down on his knees, spreading mine apart with a nudge. I was spread wide open for him, my wetness making me cold against the open air.
His tip entered, and I bit back a whimper. He’d given it to me hard last time, after his five years of nothing. I wondered if he’d have the same vigor this time around.
He didn’t leave me wondering for long. He pushed in fully, each inch eliciting a sharp breath from me, my pussy clenching around him as his hot length throbbed deep inside me. Once he’d taken me to the root, he pulled out all the way to the tip again. “You wanted it hard last time.”
“I still do.”
“Naughty.” He then thrust in, out and in again, the slapping of our flesh loud and echoing in the wide open apartment. He leaned back a few inches and started pulling me into him, until I started repeating the action myself, the both of us meeting in the middle of the thrusts. His hands migrated around my hips, to my clit, and he rubbed the sensitive spot in just the right way to send waves of pleasure through me, his cock pounding against me all the while.
All the sensations were too much, along with the primal position, being taken like an animal. My pussy tightened around his cock as his fingers brought my clit to an orgasm that rocked through my body.
“I’m not letting this end so soon,” he told me, then he pulled out, picking me up and sitting down again, setting me onto his lap.
As he lifted my top off and unstrapped my bra, he said against my ear, “You’ve been neglected for too long, Jade. You deserve to get fucked out of your mind.”
Sweet Jesus. “Okay,” was my whimpered reply, then he entered me again, our clothes fully discarded now, just two completely naked, touch-starved people who needed each other like nothing else.
From my position on his lap, his mouth was at the right height to give my breasts all the attention he could, his hands kneading them, his mouth sucking one nipple then another, all the while pounding deep into me like a fucking jackhammer.
I couldn’t help the noises coming out of me as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him against my breasts, my legs squeezing his thighs between me. The sounds of our desperate and unrelenting pounding reverberated throughout the room, and as much as I wanted to moan and yell, I knew better. Knew that sometimes the shop downstairs could hear feet stomping around or the television blaring. I opted to bite my lip instead.
I grabbed the back of the sofa and used it for some leverage to bounce up and down on his cock, making him give a satisfied growl as he leaned back to watch my body on his, attached at the hips. “Fuck, Jade, you are beautiful.”
“You too,” I said, too out of my mind to say anything more clever or sexy.
A little laugh rumbled in his throat, then he put his hands on my waist and said, “Lean back. I’ll hold you.”
I did as he said, his powerful hands making me confident to throw my head back, the position letting him drive his cock even deeper into my dripping pussy. “I can’t fucking stand it, Jade. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Makes me not care about anything else.”
He shifted us so I was on my back, laying across the sofa. Then he gripped his hands around the back of my thighs, pressing them against my shoulders, hammering into me so hard that my mouth opened in a silent cry. He must’ve held back last time, because right now I could feel the years of isolation being taken out on my pussy, and it both hurt, yet was the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt.
I was close, and so was he, his feral eyes inches from mine. He put a hand against my cheek and stared at my lips. He wanted to devour me, kiss me with all his passion, and so did I. But our arrangement, whatever it was, was so vague, neither of us knew if it’d be a step too far to kiss like lovers while he was so deep inside me.
Fuck, I didn’t care. I grabbed his hair and pulled him toward me, his tongue intermingling with mine as my pussy clenched around his final thrusts. I could feel the force of him, the throbbing as he released himself inside me, and all I could hope was that he had stocked some weapons-grade condoms, because good fucking God.
He pulled away, his eyes half closed, panting hard. He slipped out of me and turned us so that I was draped over his body now. Somehow he found his breath to ask, “Are you all right?”
“Don’t be stupid,” was my panted reply against his chest. I looked up momentarily. “God, Griffin, you’re amazing.”
He couldn’t even manage a cocky smirk, he was so exhausted. So we just laid there for a while, and the silence didn’t even feel awkward to me. There was no room for awkwardness now that we’d been so fully exposed to each other.
After some time, he whispered, “I feel like the other shoe’s going to drop soon enough, but I don’t care if it destroys me. Having you like this is worth everything.”
“Don’t get all existential and defeatist on me, you bastard.”
His chest shook with a gentle laugh. “I guess I’ve just learned not to take things for granted. Come on, let’s wash up.”
He lifted me up himself and carried me to the bathroom, where he turned on the warm shower and gave every inch of my body attention, exploring me in ways nobody ever had before. At first my instinct was to cover up my intimate parts with my hands and arms, but he gently pried me apart until I grew relaxed under his attentive eyes.
The way he looked at me, it made me feel like I was some sort of goddess. Not that I would ever have thought of myself in that way, but his eyes showed nothing but adoration—hell, it almost felt like I was worshipped. And his hands… His every touch sent tingles through me as he started at my neck and slowly made his way down, cupping my breasts before going further south. I closed my eyes and my head went back as he rubbed between my legs, then down my thighs until he knelt at my feet. He kissed the top of each one, then stood, his worshipping complete.
Now it was my turn. I hesitated, never having really touched someone like this before, but I found it in me to lather up the soap and start with his shoulders, scrubbing the tattoos, following their patterns down his muscular arms, pausing once to pet Mittens with a grin before turning my attention to his chest.
