Page 17 of Misadventures in Blue
Her eyes are wide and wondering on mine as I trace a finger around her perfect mouth. The lace spilling out of it only highlights the smoothness of her lips, the natural, lipstick-free pink of them.
“That’s better,” I say quietly. “Can’t have you getting caught, can we? Can’t have you trying to explain why you needed my cock so badly you couldn’t wait.”
She closes her eyes and nods, and I use the moment to bring her leg back to my hip again. With her opened up and her mouth full, I can now freely nudge at the entrance waiting for me without worrying about her pleasured noises bringing the entire investigations unit running in.
She’s hot and slick, and shudders race up and down my spine as I find the little opening all tucked away in her wet folds and forge in. I’ve never felt this—never—not even as a dumbass teenager or when I thought I was going to marry Brittany. Never had my bare cock surrounded by a hot pussy, skin to skin, with nothing in between. It’s impossible to describe, impossible even to process, and I make an unholy grunt as I finally reach home.
Cat makes a noise around her panties, and I look into her wide, surprised eyes. She looks down at where we’re joined, past my rucked-up uniform shirt and her crumpled skirt to where only a glimpse of my thick shaft is visible before it disappears inside her.
She makes the noise again, and I realize she’s saying oh.
Yeah. Oh.
“Shit, Cat,” I whisper, feeling undone, vulnerable with the sheer experience of taking her like this. “How the fuck did I walk away from you last night?”
I emphasize my point with a thrust, testing the angle and the pressure of us like this. “How did I not stay and fuck and fuck and fuck until neither of us could walk?”
Her eyes flutter closed in that way I’m learning means she’s aroused beyond belief, and I reward her with another slide—this one with a little grind against her clit at the end. Her supporting leg nearly buckles, and she grabs on to my shoulders for balance, her manicured fingernails digging in through my shirt as I start truly pounding into her.
Even in her sexy-as-fuck heels, the mismatch in our heights make the angle a little rough, a little desperate. I have to bend my knees and palm her ass to hitch her higher against me, and she finally wraps her other leg around my waist and locks her heels at the small of my back, now fully pinned against the wall by my cock and the force of our need.
It’s grinding and wet and messy. She clings to me, carrying most of her weight with her clenched thighs and her arms braced on my shoulders, but I have to keep her pressed against the wall for balance. Which keeps the swollen bead of her clit tight against me, keeps it rubbed and squeezed and all the good stuff that makes her writhe and quake and pant around the lace in her mouth.
It’s the lace I watch as I fuck her, focusing on the delicate clovers and whorls of the fabric. On the glimpses of full pink lips underneath, of pinker tongue and white teeth. At first, I do it to distract myself from the insane feeling of her pussy around my cock and that shapely ass cradled in my palms, but then it becomes its own torture. Her perfect mouth, tempting in its lush elegance, crammed full of my homemade gag. And she let me—she just let me—as if I had every right to gag her. Every right to do whatever I want.
I curl in, snag her earlobe with my teeth. “Get there, Cat,” I grate out. “You feel too good, and you have to get there because I can?
?t last.”
She nods, and the movement brushes her panties across my polyester uniform shirt with a gentle rasp that drives me wild. I have to close my eyes and conjure up memories of crawling through frozen mud at boot camp and eating rubbery DFAC food to stave off the knot of orgasm that’s currently pulling tight at the base of my cock. I can’t come yet…I can’t come yet…her first…I can’t come yet—
Cat manages to find a new way to bear down onto me that gives her clit even more attention. We’re toiling hard, the both of us, sweat misting damp across our skin and breathing fast, short, feverish breaths, and I see the moment our labor pays off. The moment she finally catches hold of her release, and with a whimper, she drops her head onto my shoulder and quivers around my cock. Big, rolling quivers that clench down at the tip of me buried somewhere deep inside her.
She’s mumbling something around her panties as she rides out her orgasm, the same thing over and over again, and it takes me a few times hearing it to realize it’s my name. It’s my fucking name.
Jace jace jace oh god jace—
My orgasm slams into me so hard that I want to roar with the sheer ecstasy of it, the primal victory of pumping my come deep into a woman and giving her everything I have, every last fucking drop.
It’s messy, so much messier than usual, and as I keep fucking her through the hot slick of my own seed, I remember that it’s because there’s no condom to keep our bodies separate, no barrier to contain the biological result of thrusting, pumping pleasure.
It’s just my come and the wet evidence of her orgasm, mixing hot and perfect around us, and feeling it drives my climax on and on and on. I ejaculate with brutal, seemingly never-ending throbs, each pulse like a jolt of pure heaven sizzling straight through me, and for a moment, I feel more naked than my still-clothed situation should permit. Like Cat can see more than just my face or my bare cock but something inside me. Like she can see me in a way no one ever has before.
It freaks me the fuck out—but maybe not as much as it should.
Maybe I want her to see me because I want her. Period. Everything about her I want, and I want more of it, and I want more of it for a long time.
When I set her carefully on her feet and slide out, come drips out of her, and one slow drop lands on the toe of her red high heel.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I might need to come again,” I say as I watch it happen.
Cat just gives a little croon in response, yanks out her makeshift gag, and then uses the panties to clean off the inside of her thighs.
I groan again. “Fuck, now I really need to.”
She looks up with some amusement and then back down at my cock, which is already stiffening, ready for round two.
“Young man,” she purrs.
