Page 67 of His Surrender
“Water, please,” I told Bianca, leaning against the bar.
“Here you go, hon.” She slid a glass toward me and shoved a wedge of lime on top.
“Thanks.” I squeezed the lime in the water and took a drink, finding it refreshing after breaking out in a sweat during my performance.
“So,” a sexy voice said from my left, “do you come here often?”
I tried so hard not to smile and failed epically. I looked at Jay, finding him smiling too. “Is that the best line you could come up with? I thought you were supposed to be an irresistible playboy.”
“Baby, Iamirresistible.” Jay slipped a hand to my waist and lowered his head, whispering in my ear, “And I plan to fuck you so good tonight you’ll never forget it.”
That’s exactly what he did too.
We went to my place after we left the bar, and Jay pinned me against the front door as he kissed me. He tasted like whiskey, and he smelled like cigars and mint. It was quickly becoming my favorite scent. I broke away from his lips to unlock the door and go inside, and then he was grabbing me again. We clumsily made our way to my bedroom, tripping over the dirty clothes on my floor I hadn’t put away before going to my gig. We added to that pile. He took off my shirt, and I did the same to his. I kicked off my shoes, and I think he took his off too, but I was too distracted by the hot kisses to know for sure.
Jay pushed me on the bed and licked my nipple as he unbuttoned my pants. I arched my back as he gripped my dick through my boxers. He smiled against my skin before continuing to flick his tongue against my nipple.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had you,” Jay panted, tugging down my boxers and leaving me naked and needy beneath his weight. “This week has been hell, but you make it better. You make everything better.”
As he hovered over me, dropping his face to my neck, I reached between us to unfasten his pants and push them down his ass. He helped take them the rest of the way off, and then he was back on top of me, our erections sliding together.
The room was dark, but the lamppost from outside my building shone in through the window and lit his form as he kissed down my stomach and took my cock into his mouth. I tangled my fingers in his silky blond hair and tilted my head back with a soft moan.
“Let me hear you,” Jay murmured, the vibrations of his voice against my cock making me shudder.
Normally, I wasn’t overly vocal during sex. But just like the last time I’d had Jay in my bed, I worried about the thin walls and my poor neighbors who were about to hear us fucking each other’s brains out. Because I knew that look in Jay’s eyes. This wasn’t going to be slow and sweet.
I expected him to pound into me hard and fast, and I couldn’t wait.
Jay stroked my base as he slipped the head of my cock between his lips, taking it in and out of his hot mouth. He flattened his tongue and ran it up the underside before sucking on the tip again.
“Jay,” I moaned, tightening my fingers in his hair. “God, I need more.”
“Grab the lube,” he said, smirking up at me as he gave me slow pulls with his hand.
I couldn’t move fast enough. I snatched it from the nightstand and tossed it to him.
“Someone’s eager,” he said.
“Someone’s horny and about to lose his mind if he doesn’t blow his load.”
Jay laughed and coated two fingers in lube before settling between my legs and taking my cock back into his mouth, swirling his tongue across my slit. He rubbed his thumb down the crack of my ass, teasing me. But it didn’t enter. Not yet.
With my cock cushioned in his mouth and my breaths picking up pace, I didn’t think it could get any better. Then he slipped a finger inside me. Just one… but it had me grunting deep in my throat and gripping his head with both hands. He eventually added a second finger and brought me to the edge before withdrawing them.
My cock bobbed beside his smiling lips as he slowly glided his fingers back in.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” I said, my voice shaking with the need to come. More than anything, I needed to feel him inside of me. To feel that connection.
Jay rolled on a condom before making his cock slick and perfect for fucking. I spread my legs wider and arched my ass off the bed. My heart was beating in my throat. I needed it so much—neededhimso much.
“On your knees,” he said, stroking his cock as he looked down at me.
“I want to look at you.”
He hesitated, and the poor lighting in the room made it difficult to see his expression. Was he going to tell me no?
“Okay,” he whispered, sliding a hand over the top of my thigh and gripping it. He used the other to position his cock and slowly pushed inside. As it stretched me, I relaxed my muscles and focused on my breathing. It stung like a bitch, even after the preparation. “Breathe, darlin’. That’s it.”
