Page 87 of Fresh Tracks
“Mine.”
His low grunt is the kind of feral, raw response I lust after. His hands move up, molding to my ass and pulling me toward him. I step forward and over his legs, straddling his lap, bringing me almost eye to eye with him.
“I’ve been yours for months,” he says. He runs his hands up my back, his fingertips grazing my spine along the path to the band of my sports bra.
I bring my mouth to his waiting lips and he pulls me into the kiss. Every time our lips meet, it feels hungrier, any trace of his hesitations from weeks ago are gone. All that’s left is our undeniable bond, drawing us together constantly.
I give into that bond, melting into him, sinking into his lap. His hard erection presses against my wet core through my shorts and his sweatpants. I swivel my hips, grinding my clit against him, increasing the friction for both of us. He groans into my mouth before breaking the kiss. “Fuck, baby.”
His eyes look down to where I’m sitting in his lap and I can see how I’ve already left a damp spot on his sweats. I grin back at him and slowly, I slide back and forth, my piercing putting more pressure on my clit, building that tension low in my belly.
“You’re already so wet for me. You love grinding on my cock, don’t you?”
I nod, my lips parting as my breathing quickens. “I fucking love your dick.”
He lets out a low, husky laugh and rocks his hips forward,pressing his length against my core, pushing my need even higher.
My head falls to his neck and I moan. “I want to taste you.”
He cups the nape of my neck when he brings his lips to my ear. “Now, hold on.”
Before I can think, he stands, and my legs wrap around his waist like a reflex. He turns around and sets me down on the edge of the bench. I look up to find him standing over me, but I can’t look away from the bulge in his sweatpants and the spot I left. I reach forward, running my hand over his length and he shudders at my touch. I smirk up at him, seeing the lust and need in his eyes and tighten my grip on his shaft.
CHAPTER 33
TJ
SO PRETTY
Grace sittingin front of me grabbing my cock is almost enough to make me come right here, right now. The look in her eyes, the pure needy lust, makes me want to rip those light blue shorts right off and bury my cock in her. Her fucking mouth though. The way her tongue darts out before her teeth dig into her bottom lip has me frozen and I can’t look away.
She lets go of my cock and leans forward, hooking her fingers into my pants and shimmying them down. I kick my shoes off and step out of them, but I don’t miss the way her pupils flare when my cock springs free.
She rests her hands on my thighs, kissing my stomach, slowly working her way down, torturing me and making my balls tighten.
My dick is painfully throbbing by the time her mouth reaches it and she licks the drop of precum off, making my spine straighten. She grabs the base of my shaft and squeezes, making me buck into her hand and brace myself on her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth.
She looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “Don’t come yet.”
I roll my eyes. “I come in my pants one ti—” She lowers her mouth to the head of my cock, swirling her tongue over it and I forget how to speak.
Slowly, she takes me further in her mouth and I watch in awe as she takes me to the back of her throat, humming in amusement. She looks up at me with those big green eyes, water pricking the corners of them.
“So pretty with my cock in your mouth.” I reach down and cup one of her breasts over her bra, my fingers finding her hardened bud through the fabric, my thumb tracing the little metallic barbell. She moans with my cock down her throat and it sends a shiver through me, making my balls tighten.
She starts to bob her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks with suction that threatens to make me blow already. We’ve been fucking all week but I still clearly need to work on my stamina with her. Watching her take my cock in her mouth — shining with her spit, making those cute little whimpers and moans — is intoxicating.
The only thing that can pull my eyes away is her reflection in the mirror. The way she’s bent over, I can see the curves of her body and her full ass. Those skin tight light blue shorts do nothing to hide how wet she is and remind me that I want more than just her mouth right now.
I fist her ponytail, somehow finding the masochistic strength to stop her before I come. She looks up at me with questioning eyes, still sitting on the edge of the bench with the head of my cock still resting on her plush lips. I bring my hand up to her lips, tracing the bottom one, wiping off some of her spit. “You said just a taste. Don’t get greedy. Now, it’s my turn.”
I kneel down in front of her and drag my hands up the sides of her long, toned legs, feeling every inch of her smooth, heated skin. My hands find the waistband of her shorts and I peel them down her legs and take off her running shoes.
She spreads her thighs for me and my eyes fall to her already wet pussy and that little black piece of jewelry on her hood. I press a kiss to her soft inner thighs and she squeezes my head between her legs at my touch. I look up at her to find her looking at me with hooded eyes. “Lay back and relax,” I say, running a fingertip over her piercing, making her shudder. She’s so wet for me already that my finger glides over the smooth metal.
She shakes her head. “No, I want to watch you.”
