Page 19 of Badd Ass
“You’re close?” she murmured, staring up at me with that sultry, erotic thrill in her eyes, a lazy, hungry look that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me and that I’d repay her in kind.
“Mara, honey, when I finally come, it’s going to be—ohshit.”
She’d forced me off my train of thought by taking me into her mouth unexpectedly, both hands plunging up and down my shaft, her lips suctioning around the tip of my cock.
For the most part, my hands had stayed by my sides, letting her do this her way. But now…I had to touch her. I rested my hands on her shoulders, caressing everywhere I could touch.
I was edging closer to orgasm now, abs tightening, thighs shaking, hips flexing, and she wasn’t stopping this time, bobbing shallowly on my cock while sucking hard, fists gliding at the same slow pace. There wasn’t any stopping it this time. I started to groan uncontrollably, uttering curses under my breath, whispering her name. She reached up and moved my hands from her shoulders to her head, encouraging me to bury my fingers in her hair, which I did, eagerly. The sounds I was making at this point were…well, I sounded like a damn caveman, if you want the truth—unh, unh, oh god, ohhhhh, ohfuckohfuckohfuck…like that. Nonstop. Loudly.
Everything inside me, everything I was, everything I contained was centered on Mara’s mouth, on her hands, on my throbbing cock and aching balls and the crushing need to come. If the entire world exploded right the fuck now I wouldn’t care, as long as this moment with Mara didn’t end.
I felt it boiling up inside me, then, that hot white pushing pressure that told me I was done.
I tightened my grip on Mara’s hair, grunting unintelligibly. I was crazed, honestly. My brain was mush, my heart was hammering like I’d just held my breath until I saw black, and I was helplessly pumping my hips. There are two unspoken rules when it comes to receiving a blow job: one—unless you know for a fact she’s down for it, you don’t try to act like it’s a scene in a porno, meaning don’t go all Ramjet the Rookie with the thrusting, and two—when you’re about to come, you warn her either verbally or with two tugs of her hair, so she can decide whether to spit, swallow, or let you blow your load elsewhere. In that moment, however, Mara had completely obliterated all of my higher functions. I don’t think I’d have known my own name, much less been able to respond.
I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t even warn the poor girl, I just came with a roar, hips thrust forward hard. And Mara? God, the girl was a fucking goddess. She didn’t miss a beat. One hand remained on my ass, pulling me toward her, actively encouraging me to keep moving, and her other hand drifted around between us and her fingers teased over my balls moments before I felt the first wave blast through me, and then right as I started coming she pressed her two middle fingers to my taint, just behind my sac, massaging. Her mouth was suctioning on me like a vacuum, bobbing, sliding. I heard her gulp, and then she was moaning as I lost the last vestige of control, growling like a damn animal. That moan? Dear sweet Jesus. I think I saw stars I came so hard, and it was made all the more powerful by the way she was moaning as she swallowed my come. Faked or not, I didn’t care in that moment, it was just so fucking hot, so intense.
It may have only lasted for thirty seconds at the most, but I swear that was the longest, hottest, hardest orgasm of my life, and it felt like it lasted an hour.
Even after I’d stopped actively coming, Mara kept going, backing away, tongue swirling, and then I was out of her mouth and the air was cool on my wet shaft, and her tongue was flicking over my sensitive skin, licking at the tip as droplets seeped out of me. Her hand left my ass and clutched my still hard but slackening cock, stroking, caressing, her tongue flicking, her lips kissing.
And then, finally, she let me go and leaned back.
I sagged against the railing, gasping. “Holy motherfucking goddamn shit.”
I had to cling to the thick wooden railing with both arms to keep from collapsing to the ground. And even then, my arms were as limp as spaghetti, like I’d just done fifty weighted pull-ups. I felt myself collapsing, and was powerless to stop it, felt the railing scrape my back, felt the ground rush up to meet me, even as I fought to stay upright.
I hit the ground hard, and Mara burst out laughing. “Ohmygod, are you okay?” she asked, crawling over to me.
The grass was damp and cold, the wood chips rough under my butt, my jeans and underwear tangled around my ankles.
“I think I died and went to heaven and just fell back to earth,” I said.
She tugged at my underwear, trying to help me get them back on. “Come on, big guy, lift up for me.”
“I can’t…I can’t move yet.” I remained as I was, simply because I was completely unable to move anything but my lips; every other part of me was limp and tingling.
“It was that good, huh?” Her smile was sweet and pleased.
“That good? I…Sweetheart, that was…that was fellatio as art.”
She was blushing. “I tried to make it good for you.”
“You ruined me, is what you did. You just set the gold standard for all blow jobs. Nothing will ever be able to compare to that for as long as I live.”
“Until the next time I do that, you mean, right?”
I blinked at her. “You’d do that again?”
She shrugged. “Sure. I mean, I’ll expect something in return, but sure. I like doing that to you, actually. It’s hot.” Her grin was that sexy, adorable, lopsided one, the grin that first hooked me. “And besides, I already know you can give some wicked good cunnilingus.”
I was still bare-assed in the grass, my cock a limp comma against my thigh. “I think you sucked me so good I’m temporarily paralyzed,” I said. “But I swear, as soon as I can move, I’ll eat you out so good they’ll hear you screaming in goddamn Fairbanks.”
I noticed she had a small dollop of come at the corner of her mouth; I reached up with my thumb and wiped it away. It was a strange, fiercely intense moment, then, her bright green summer-grass eyes locked on mine, her breasts still bare and draped against my chest, her hands in the damp grass by my hips, her knees between mine. The silence crackled, the tension blazed.
And then Mara parted her lips, her eyes still fixed on mine, and she closed her mouth around my thumb, her tongue sliding soft over the pad, licking away the come, her teeth scraping gently over my knuckle.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit—I shouldn’t have been able to feel anything down below for at least ten or fifteen minutes, but I swear to god, when she did that, I felt some stirrings happening.
