I work my fingers in slow, steady circles, but her stiff jeans have got to go. Jade whimpers when I stop, but practically purrs in my ear when I reach for her waistband. With a pop and a zip, I peel those tight jeans down to her knees.
Her white silk and lace panties match the bra I already know she’s wearing beneath her sweater. I plan on taking that off next until a patch of wetness at her center steals all my focus. She moans when I press my thumb against the damp silk, and her head tips back against my shoulder.
It’s not enough. I still need more. And from the way Jade’s back arches, she looks like she needs more too. I draw her panties aside so I can see her pussy, bare and glistening, and drag my fingers through her slick folds to her clit. “Look at you. Fucking soaked.” And I’ve barely touched her. “I can’t wait to see what a mess we make together.”
Her eyes are closed where her head rests on my shoulder, and that won’t do at all. “Eyes open, baby. I want you to watch me touch you.” To remember how I made her feel, even when I’m gone.
When her lashes flutter open, I slip a finger inside utter perfection. So tight and so fucking wet. Each stroke brings more of her weight against my body, like her legs are ready to give out.
I curl my finger and flick my thumb over her clit, eliciting another moan. “Like that?” I manage to breathe.
“Yes.” She reaches back to grip me outside my jeans. My hips thrust into her palm on instinct.
She rides my hand, and I commit to memory what she likes, how hard her hips grind, so I’ll know what to do when I’m fucking her. “My hand looks good down there, doesn’t it, baby?”
“So good.”
“You know what’d look even better?” She hums in response. “My tongue.”
Jade’s whimper is all the confirmation I need to withdraw my fingers, spin her around, and yank those jeans to the floor where they belong. I lift her up onto the table and drop to my knees. When I push her thighs further apart, there’s no resistance, and she opens wide for me.
I glance up to make sure she wants this as much as I do, finding her fevered gaze glued to me and her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
I don’t know who I have to thank for this, but as soon as my tongue swipes through her center, I’m thanking everyone. Jade for giving me a chance. My sister for being far, far away. That asshole who asked to see her tits because that shitty pickup line is what led us here. Hell, even Fuckhead Williams for screwing up so badly.
I tongue Jade’s swollen clit, working hard and fast while telling my impatient dick to take a chill pill. I don’t know if this one taste is all I’ll get, but if it is, I’ll be jerking off to this memory for years to come.
Jade’s fingers tangle in my hair, dragging me harder against her until my tongue is buried so deep it may never escape. My name on her lips is the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard, but the desperate, broken noise she makes when her pussy clenches around my tongue is a pretty close second.
I lap up every drop of her before standing on trembling legs and bracing my hands against the table on either side of Jade’s still-spread thighs. When the timer at her back dings, she starts to giggle.
“Good thing you set that,” I rasp. “I wasverydistracted.”
I remove the photograph from the water tray and carefully hang it on the line, taking a few seconds to catch my breath, so my thrashing heart doesn’t explode. Jade has other ideas because the moment our eyes meet, she’s tugging my shirt over my head and clawing at the buttons on my jeans. “These come off.Now.”
Far be it for me to disappoint. I drop my pants, but leave on my black boxer briefs to give her another chance to change her mind. When she reaches for the waistband, I step away.
I give the hem on her sweater a tug. “You first, greedy girl.” With a smirk, she lifts her arms over her head. Up and off it comes, and I’m staring at Jade’s tits for the second time tonight. The way her dusky nipples peek from behind the lace makes my mouth water. I slip a finger beneath the edge to tease the pebbled tip, my dick getting harder with each swipe.
One strap falls down, and I decide to help the other. With a twist and a flick of the clasp at the back, her bra falls away. I cup her in both palms before running my thumbs back and forth over her nipples, watching them grow harder in the red light.
Speaking of harder, my dick is like stone.
Jade slides off the table and traces the constellations on my ribs down to the swallow inked at the cut of my hip. What can I say? Not all my tattoos are winners.
She takes my hard length into her fist and says, “I knew you’d be huge.”
I run my nose down the slender column of her throat to her collarbone. “Oh yeah? Been thinking a lot about my dick, huh? It’s okay, my dick’s been thinking about you too.”
She laughs, spreading her legs wider to accommodate my hips. “Has it?”
“Those tight yoga pants you wear drive us both insane.”
When she rubs my tip over her slick entrance, tension ratchets up my spine. “I need to get a—”Fuck. What’s the word I’m looking for? A… a…Come on, brain, you’re better than this; I know you’re starved of blood right now, but—“condom.”
“I’m clean,” Jade whispers. “I got tested a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.”
She and Robocop didn’t fuck? That makes me so happy I could sing, and I can’t carry a fucking tune. I’ve also already shown her my test results…
