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“I’m ready.”
“Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you. And the way I want to fuck this beauty, it will if you’re not fully stretched. For now, we’ll just play.”
He lubes up the cone next and squirts it along the seam, using his fingers to soak my bud, circling the spot with his thumb then the tip of the cone. He presses the toy against my puckered hole while the wand moves inside me, and penetrates the tight opening with a push that hitches my breath.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers, giving me a little more.
My senses on alert, waiting for what’s to come, my arousal climbs as he pushes deeper. Gasps, followed by moans pour out of me. I grip the sheets, feeling the fullness in back and the pulsing pressure in front.
The sensation is different from the beads. This is smoother and bigger, stretching me more. Over my shoulder, I glimpse Leo picking up another remote off the side table…then the buzzing starts. The vibration is intense, and stimulates the entire depth of me. I cry out, overwhelmed with sensation, and Leo adds to that when his hand smacks my ass. A squeal pitches from my throat as my cheeks burn, and my pussy and anus contract against the delicious invasions.
I feel his lips on my behind, kissing away the sting, his breaths heavy on my flesh, his tongue sliding over the mounds, his brand of lovemaking balancing that fine line of pleasure-pain, and of dominance and affection. “How’s that feeling, Sweet Pea?”
“Amazing,” I moan. “But it’s missing you.”
“Right here. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours while you fuck mine. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you’ll see stars.”
Oh my god. All my pleasure sensors spike higher, excited for more treats. He positions us on our sides in a sixty-nine.
“Suck me hard,” he groans before lifting my leg over his shoulder and sliding his velvety tongue over my clit.
I’m already on the verge of climaxing, I can barely function to take him into my mouth. But I manage, fluttering my tongue over the salty slit, using my hand to pump the base as my lips flow over the wide crown, being rewarded with squirts of his precum. I love the silky feel of his skin, the way he smells, the ways he tastes. The way he grabs my ass, and the raw groans that are my erotic symphony.
I suck him like a woman possessed, like it’s my new favourite thing, like I can’t get enough. I hollow my cheeks and work my mouth and tongue all over him.
He thrusts forward, murmuring mindlessly against my clit. “Your mouth…I’m gonna spill down your throat.”
Inflamed by his desire and the pleasure he’s giving me, I frantically blow him, desperate for his climax. I cup his balls, heavy and ripe, a testament to his virility, and strip him to that base level of mindless need while I grind against his mouth. Both of us pumping and licking and sucking, the sounds of our wet, avid mouths, the vibrations from both toys, and the laps of his tongue create a decadent smut-fest. I can’t hold back any longer.
An orgasm explodes through me, starting with euphoric spasms that clench the wand and radiate outward until I’m shaking like I’ve been zapped by lightning. My attention to Leo pauses in the throes of my release. But experiencing mine keeps him hard as stone. When I’m slipping down on the other side, Leo rolls me onto my back, and brings me up to the pillows against the headboard in a partial recline. He then straddles my shoulders, and I know this is going to be a wild, messy ride.
With his big, heavy cock at my mouth, he grits out, “Take all of me.”
I grip his thighs and greedily comply. Watching him above me, thrusting between my lips, having ultimate control in thisposition, he fucks my mouth deep, hitting the back of my throat, taking what he wants, what he needs. The audacious display has me crazed for him to come and fill me up.
He curses and fucks, his groans of praise, guttural and gratifying. I want it to be as good for him as it has been for me. His fist tightens in my hair and he tenses, warning me first before he bursts in a hot jet stream. My eyes water and my throat burns, but craving it all, I grab his ass holding him to me, and flex my mouth around him, milking out every last drop and licking him clean.
“Christ, Jazz.” He looks sated and wrecked. But rather than collapse after coming that hard, he slides down between my legs and gets me off again, pressing his fingers against the cone, making it buzz harder, teasing every inch of me, and bringing on another orgasm that depletes me to the bone.
CHAPTER 20
Leo
EXHAUSTED FROM OUR LATE NIGHT, we slept through the alarm, barely having time for breakfast and a kiss goodbye. I wasn’t joking about needing vitamins. I’ve always had a big sexual appetite, but with Jazz, it’s a constant craving. I had tried to hold back all evening to show her that my desire went beyond the physical. But when she came out in that seductive apron and no panties, her luscious ass on display, all thoughts of celibacy went up in a puff of smoke. Or in orgasms. The pleasure heightened only by the connection. I’ve had emotionless sex that was hot, but sex with emotion and Jazz is the hottest I’ve ever had.
I whistle all the way to work. Life just hits a lot different when you’re in love with a woman like her. I don’t need to analyze it anymore. I’ve come to accept what actually makes sense. Maybe not logically considering the short amount of time, but the why of it. There are countless reasons why Jazz was so easy to fall fast and hard for. Not the least of which is just how calming, and loving, and lusty she is.
Kai shows up at 10:20, even though he was supposed to start at 10:00. Normally, I would ream him out, but the situation withJazz holds me back. I hesitate to even talk to him because every word out of my mouth will be a lie of omission. I consider just telling him the truth now and getting it over with, rather than giving him some time to process what Jazz had told him. That’s where my head is at when he pops into my office an hour later.
He looks the same as always, care-free and unfazed. But I know my brother well enough to know he hides anything unpleasant behind a nonchalant façade. He was the same about growing up without a father, acting like it was no big deal. And yet, he keeps all Brant Foster’s pictures in a box in his closet. I once caught him looking through them, and embarrassed, he responded with fury. Kai doesn’t deal with his emotions in a healthy way, but who am I to judge? I haven’t dealt with my anger toward him any better.
“Hey,” he says. “I have some marketing ideas for F.!.T. that I’m working on. Think I could join the meeting this week? I’d like to take on more responsibility around here, if you…you know, trust me.”
I really don’t. So why is that puppy dog look softening me? Guilt, I remind myself. “All right,” I concede, going against my instincts. “But I want to see what you come up with before the meeting.”
“Yeah, sure,” he says excitedly. “How about I present my ideas to you tomorrow?”
“Sounds good.” Now would be the time to tell him about Jazz. I can’t keep facing him with this secret weighing on me. But work isn’t the right place, and today doesn’t seem like the right time. I’ll let him present first and then tell him tomorrow after work. But I hit the treadmill and pump weights to burn off this sense of foreboding.
