Page 18 of Badd Ass
“I’m not trying to slip you anything,” I said, “I’m trying to get you to take your shirt off and give me a blow job.”
She blinked up at me. “You want me to take my shirt off and suck your dick?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“For real?”
I shrugged. “Ever since the first time I saw you smile I’ve been fantasizing about the way your mouth would look wrapped around my cock. So yeah, for real.”
She stared at me for a moment, just breathing and looking at me. “Okay.”
“Wait, what?”
She slid my jacket off my shoulders and placed it on the ground, leather to the dirt, inside facing up. “I said, okay.”
“Really?”
She nodded, and peeled her hoodie off, and then her T-shirt, and then unhooked her bra, setting the clothing in a pile to one side. And holy motherfuck, my cock went ramrod stiff in my jeans. There are few things more inherently erotic than a woman topless, outside, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a sultry grin. Something about it is just…fucking hot as hell. I’d suggested it as a joke—mostly—not really expecting her to agree, but there she was, bare from the waist up, nipples hardening in the chill of the September night air.
She knelt on my jacket in front of me and reached for my belt. Unbuckled it, then unbuttoned my jeans and slowly tugged the zipper down. My cock was straining, about to pop out the top of my boxer briefs. She slid my jeans down around my ankles, and then reached up to snag the waistband of my underwear.
She paused, glancing up at me. “If I have to be topless, I think it’s only fair that you do too.”
I peeled my shirt off and tossed it with hers, then let my hands fall to my sides, waiting for her to make the next move. She grazed her palms over my abs, tracing the ridges between the blocks of muscle. I was glad, then, for the nice little weight room Bast had put together in the storeroom beneath the bar; I’d put in a lot of time down there, benching, squatting, and doing weighted crunches, and it looked like my hard work was paying off, judging by the way her hands ran appreciatively over my body. She hooked her fingers into my underwear again, and this time she didn’t pause. She tugged them away from my body to let my erection spring free, and then she dragged them down. I was naked, right out in the open on the Rainbird Trail overlook, Ketchikan below us, stars above us, with the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on kneeling in front of me.
Mara wrapped one hand around my shaft and slid it up, then down. Again, slowly. I groaned, aching at the feel of her hand on me.
“Groaning already, Zane?” she teased. “I’m just getting started.”
I opened my mouth to answer, but then she bent and put her mouth on me, and I could only groan again; any wisecracks I might have had were blasted out of my head by the pure bliss of Mara’s mouth. She caressed me at the root and slid her lips around me, gliding lower and lower, swallowing as I pushed into her throat, and then she backed away, her fist fluttering at my base.
“Jesus, Mara.”
“Mmmm-hmmm?” Holy hell, that moan, that hum, the way she sounded like she knew exactly how incredible she was making me feel.
“Your mouth feels like…” I searched for a way to express it, but she felt so warm and wet and soft and her hand was stroking and pumping slowly and it was too hard to think, too erotic to form coherent thoughts.
“Hmmm?” That hum again, encouraging me to keep talking.
“Feels like I never want you to stop. I don’t even want to come, I just want to feel this.”
“Mmmm-hmmm?” She hummed, and cupped her other hand under my balls, squeezing gently as her fist slid along my shaft.
“God, yeah.” I forced my eyes open and looked down to watch her.
She tilted away from my body and sank to sit on her feet, the angle now allowing her to look up at me through her eyelashes as she drove her mouth on me, pushing closer to my torso, taking more and more of me. Fuck, like this I could watch her mouth take me, watch my cock slide between her lips. My cock was thick enough that her mouth was forced open into a wideO, her jaw extended, and I felt her tongue fluttering along my shaft.
She let go of my cock then, her palms brushing over my belly, grazing around my hips to clutch my ass.
God, oh god, oh god. Just her mouth, then her hair in loose golden waves around her shoulders to tickle my thighs, her hands cupping my ass, fingernails digging in fiercely as she moved her mouth back and forth along my cock. She’d swallow as she took me in and swirl her tongue around the head as she backed away, then she’d pause with just the head of my cock in her mouth and give me a series of short suckling little bobs, and then she’d plunge her mouth back down.
She was playing with me, I realized, feeling me tense as the orgasm rose up inside me, and that was when she’d pause and slow down, letting me back away from the edge. And then she’d start over.
She played me to the edge again and again, always pausing and shifting or slowing so I’d lose the edge of the orgasm, and then start over. Again and again, until my balls were throbbing and I was growling in need. How long had she been doing this? Four minutes? Five? I’d never had a blow job last this long. If I’m having sex, I can pull back a lot, keep going for fucking ever. But if a girl was going down on me, the point was to come hard and fast, right? So I’d let it happen as it happened, let her decide when I came. But this? Jesus, this? It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. The pleasure of her mouth for so damn long, fuck, it was enough to make me wonder if I’d died and gone to heaven.
And then, just when I thought she was about to stop playing and bring me to climax, she backed away and let me pop free of her mouth with a loud smack. Before I could ask what she was doing, though, she had both hands around my cock and was…massaging it, I guess you could call it. Way more than just merely stroking it. This was…god, I don’t know. My shaft was slick with her spit, so her fists slipped up and down with slick ease, and she was squeezing and twisting on each upstroke, each downstroke, plunging both hands in unison and then separately. When she felt my skin starting to dry out, she formed a cup around the head with her hand and bent over, and I felt warm and wet saliva drip onto me. She spread it around, and now her strokes were speeding up, the tight squeezing massaging touch going faster and faster, until my hips began to move and my cock started to throb and my balls were aching.
“Fuck…fuck, Mara!”
