Dropping to my knees, I took hold of him and stroked his length a few times before running my tongue along his cock. When I finally took him in my mouth, his hand landed on my head and he hissed as he pushed himself further in.
I sucked him, taking hold of his balls and massaging them. My other hand moved to his ass—God how I loved J’s ass.
“Fuck… ” his voice trailed off as I continued to work him towards his release.
His love for this turned me on more than I already was. As much as I loved giving him a blowjob, tonight I was way past ready to have him fuck me, so I picked up the pace in an attempt to get him off faster.
I sucked harder, taking him deeper into my mouth, and when his hand grasped a handful of my hair and he groaned, I knew he was close. He surprised me when he pulled out of my mouth and reached his hands down under my arms to pull me up.
His eyes were wild as he yanked my shorts and panties down, and then pulled my T-shirt over my head and removed my bra. At the same time, I lifted his tee over his head and dropped it to the floor before pulling his jeans down. J hardly ever wore underwear and today was no exception.
I looked up into his eyes. “Why didn’t you let me finish you off?” He loved to come in my mouth so I’d been surprised when he stopped me mid-blowjob.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I need your pussy.” He pulled me close and spun me around so my back was to his chest. Pushing my hair to the side, he bent his mouth to my shoulder and kissed me. His arms came around me and while one hand went to my breast, the other moved to my pussy. I dropped my head back and rested it against him when he pushed a finger inside me.
“Feel good?” His warm breath caused my skin to pebble with goose bumps.
“Feels so good…. Don’t stop.” The pleasure he was giving me had taken over my mind to the point where my thoughts were so scrambled I had trouble stringing sentences together. J never failed to deliver bliss. His touch was like a needle shooting what I craved straight to my veins.
He pushed another finger inside and continued his slow, rhythmic strokes while his thumb circled my clit. And from behind, he ground his cock against my ass.
I’m going to die and go to heaven.
My legs wobbled underneath me as every inch of my body came alive, and I moaned as the pleasure built to ecstasy levels.
“How far off are you?” J asked, his voice low and husky.
I had practically collapsed back against him and as the first flashes of brilliant light shot through my mind, I let myself go completely. “Now…” That was all I got out before my orgasm hit.
Oh, God.
Yes.
His fingers didn’t let up; he kept stroking until the moment he growled, “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
He pulled his fingers out and walked me forward to the bedside table where he placed my hands on it. “Hold on tight,” he directed before thrusting inside me from behind.
“Jesus, Madison, two days without you is too fucking long,” he rasped in between thrusts. I had to agree with him, but coming home to this was almost worth it.
My hands gripped the bedside table as his thrusts grew harder and faster. His fingers dug into me, but I hardly paid any attention to them—the only thing touching the edge of my consciousness was the intense pleasure pulsing through my body. J had tipped me over the edge again, and as I came, I dropped my head down and let it consume me.
“Fuck!” he roared as he slammed into me one last time and then stilled.
When he was finished, he pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling out and letting me go. His hands were only off me for a second before he lifted me and placed me on the bed.
Once he had me settled, he positioned himself next to me and placed his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. I rested my head on his chest and curled into him. Tiredness threatened to claim me, but I did my best to fight it. I wanted to spend this time with J, and reconnect after two days apart.
Shifting so I could look up at him, I said, “Maybe I should go away more often if that’s how you’ll fuck me when I come home.”
He scowled. “Madison, if that’s how you want me to fuck you, I can do that every day. There’s no need to go away just to get that.”
I smiled and pushed up off the bed so I could go to the bathroom. “Be back in a minute,” I said and left him.
When I came back to the bed, I took in the tiredness that lined his face. “Has work gotten worse?” The club was under a lot of pressure at the moment with a new drug dealer in town giving them hell, and I worried every day for J’s safety. Actually, I worried for every member’s safety.
He frowned. “No, nothing has changed. I don’t want you to worry, okay?”
I positioned myself next to him on my stomach and draped my arm across his chest. “Of course I’m going to worry. You guys are out there every day dealing with that asshole. Until he’s sorted out, I’ll keep worrying because losing you would kill me.”
