Page 40 of American Sweethearts

As soon as I was within reach, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his nose to my ear. “You smell so good.”

I had an arm around his neck and the other one on his ass, my fingers digging in, gripping him hard. He sucked in a breath when I tugged on the plug, almost as if remembering what I’d asked him for. What I’d said I wanted. “Are you going to let me?”

“You can have whatever you want…” he said, between nips on the skin on my shoulder and neck. My hands were busy stroking. His cock, his ass. All the places that I wanted, but when he spoke, he was demanding. “But I want to lick you first.” All the air left my body. It was hard to think with his hands and mouth on me like that. Instead of answering, I stepped back and widened my legs.

“Is that an invitation?” He wasn’t really asking and the way he was running his tongue over his bottom lip told me he was more than ready to take me up on it. But he didn’t kneel between my thighs like I thought he would. That wasn’t the game. Tonight was all about teasing, playing.

He ran his thumb over his chin and leaned back, looking at me. His eyes took me in, lingering on whatever part of my body he wanted. When he lifted his gaze to mine, his light brown eyes could’ve been embers.

“Where should I put my tongue first?”

My breath hitched at the question and without hesitation, I pulled his hand to my core, and used his thumb to graze right over my clit. The sensation was like an electric shock. I felt it in my whole body.

“Stop teasing, J. The more you make me wait the more I’m gonna take out on your ass later.” I wasn’t joking and still he laughed. Our eyes locked together as he used his fingers on me, making me tremble.

“You say it like that’s supposed to dissuade me. You know I love it. Especially when right after, I can bend you over and do you hard.”

That fucker always got the last word. Before I could even think of a response, he was already on his knees, and lapped at me as though he had all the time in the world. I leaned on his shoulders panting, my hips thrusting into his mouth as he licked me.

“Ummm, J. Just a little more, I’m gonna come.” That just made him double down, both hands tight on my ass as he pressed his face to my pussy, until he had me screaming.

“Oh my Gooooood.” I threw my head back, nails clawing at J’s shoulders as he tongued me through an orgasm that turned all my bones liquid. I circled my hips to get more of his mouth and fingers until I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped back andwatched him run the back of his hand over his mouth looking extremely satisfied with his work.

I took one breath, and then another, to get myself together. And when my vision was fully back, I pointed at the harness that he’d placed on a towel on top of the dresser.

“Put it on me.”

Without taking his eyes off me, he grabbed the harness and walked over until he was right behind me. I could hear him breathing hard. He didn’t waste any time reaching in front of me and getting the vibrator in place. His hard dick pressed to my back as he worked.

“You gonna do me with this cock, Priscilla?”

My gut was molten lava, and there were goose bumps all over my skin. He knew how hot this made me. How much I loved doing this with him.

Right after he finished securing the harness, he reached in front of me. One hand on my breast and the other on the vibrator. He stroked that silicone cock hard, just like I usually did to him, as he tugged on the loop on my nipple. His breath hot in my ear.

“How do you want me?” He was circling his hips tight against my back and his cock was like a fire iron against my skin. It would be a miracle if one of us didn’t black out after all this was done.

I pinched my other nipple and gave him more access to my neck, already so revved up I was practically incoherent. “Get on that fucking bed, Juan Pablo. Ass in the air. Now.” I growled that last part and the motherfucker laughed. But within seconds, he was on the bed, and fuck, the arch of his back.

I could write sonnets to the curve of Juan Pablo’s ass. The way his spine dipped, and all that caramel skin. It made all the air escape out of my lungs.

I got on the bed after him and ran my hands over those wide shoulders and narrow waist.

“Stop teasing me, Priscilla.” He was hissing, ready to get things going, but I was in the mood to stretch it out. So I teased him, tapping on the end of the plug, making him yelp. I pressed my chest to his back until my mouth was against his ear. But before I asked, I brought a hand to stroke his cock. “How bad do you want it?” He bucked so hard he almost threw me off, and I laughed.

“You know how bad, dammit, Pris. Give it to me.” I could feel how hard he was gritting his teeth, his body taut with want. It was a heady thing the way J and I could be together. No inhibition, no shame, ever.

We just asked (or begged) for what we wanted, and almost always got it. I sucked hard on his earlobe then pushed back. Still not giving him what he’d asked for, knowing how much better it would be if we waited.

“That’s nice,” I crowed, running a finger over his cleft. My skin felt on fire from the moment. He was giving me something big tonight. And I needed to give it back. I squeezed some lube on the silicone toy and then slowly pulled out the plug. J’s ass pushed into my touch, looking to be filled. I positioned the vibrator at his entrance and slid in as J moaned.

“More, Pris.” He was propped on his hands pushing his ass back until I was all the way in.

“Gonna go hard, J.”

He grunted in response and soon, we were really fucking. The slap of skin and the sounds J was making were driving me crazy. I draped myself on top of him thrusting in hard until I felt him shaking under me. I could feel him fighting hard to keep the orgasm at bay.

“I want to be inside you when I come.” I was surprised he could make words, but I wasn’t going to fight him on that. Icarefully pulled out and quickly undid the buckle of the strap-on, as J sat on the bed. I watched as he gripped his dick hard, and rolled a condom on. His chest was dripping with sweat and he was gritting his teeth so hard I could hear them.