I was telling a guy to stick his fingers in my pussy. I’d been unsure about wearing Zeb’s sweatshirt and now I was being so bold and uninhibited.
A finger slipped over my entrance, so light it was nothing more than a tease. It circled and I shifted my hips up, the tip of it slipping in.
He kept up with his mouth on my clit as he worked a finger in, slowly, only a little bit, then back. “So tight. So wet,” he murmured.
When he moved over a spot inside me that had my hips flying up, I shouted, “There!”
His finger stilled, then did something magical. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t care.
“Zeb, don’t stop. Do not stop. Yes. Like that. More. Harder. Yes. Yes. YES!”
I came all over his face. I didn’t care. I didn’t care if the entire town heard me. It felt so good. So wicked and intense and intimate and perfect because it was Zeb. Only when I slumped on his bed like he’d meltedmy bones did he gently kiss my pussy, then lift his head. He wiped his smiling lips with the back of his hand, his middle finger coated in my arousal.
“My turn,” I said, popping up with energy I didn’t think possible. But Zeb had pleased me, I wanted to do the same with him. He sat back on his heels as I pushed up and knelt before him.
My hands went to the waistband of his sweats, which did nothing to hide how hard he was. He gripped my wrists in a gentle hold, making me look up at him.
“Sweetheart, if you touch me, I’m gonna come.”
I grinned, pleased he was so turned on. I’d done that to him. Made him this close to the edge.
“Okay,” I replied, content with that. A guy could come more than once if he had a break, right? Pushing down the sweats, the band of his boxers appeared, and I hooked my fingers in that as well.
Reaching behind his neck, he grabbed the back of his long sleeved t-shirt and yanked it off.
He knelt before me, knees splayed wide, his perfect chest on display. Hard muscles over a huge body. Washboard abs. That V thingy that Rose mentioned that was so hot. And when I pushed the sweats and boxers down and he bobbed free…
“Oh my God,” I whispered, staring at his dick. He wasdefinitelywell proportioned.
Long. Thick. Huge. The top of it was wide and flared and clear fluid seeped from the slit in the tip. Below, his balls were large and heavy. Dicks didn’t look all that great in porn, but Zeb’s made my mouth water.
Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around the base. He growled, his hips jerked and I let go as if I’d hurt him.
My eyes flew to his, concerned.
“Touch it again. Grip harder,” he said, this time instructing me.
I did, giving it a little squeeze. The skin was like silk, but it was like holding onto a steel bar.
His big hand covered mine and he slid them up and down, showing me how to move. More fluid seeped out as he let go and I kept going.
“See what you do?” he asked, his jaw clenched tight. His neck was corded. His entire body taut. “Just that little hand on me. All that cum’s for you.”
When my hand got to the top, my thumb swiped over the crown.
“Fuck, Cammie, I’m gonna come. You’re just… shit… shit–”
He tipped his head back and groaned as his dick swelled in my hand, then cum spurted from the topin long arcs, landing on my chest, my belly, and the tops of my thighs. It didn’t stop, just thick rope after rope.
Watching him come from just my hand was so hot. Empowering. I thought about how big he was in my hold, how he was going to put it inside me. I wasn’t sure it was going to fit.
When the last spurts became a dribble, then stopped completely, he looked at me, eyes half lidded. A smile tipped up the corner of his mouth as he took me in.
In my hand, his dick was still hard, as if he hadn’t just come.
“Fuck, look how pretty you are with my cum all over you.” Absently, he reached out and ran his fingers through it, smearing it into my skin. “You’re mine, Cammie. I marked you as mine with my sweatshirt and now with my cum. And next I’m gonna make you mine in all ways.”
It was then that a door slammed from below. Hooting and hollering followed, although muffled through the closed door.
