Mister Dick

Boyd

Echo Mansfield tasted like honey. The lightest, sweetest kind of nectar imaginable. She smelled like heaven, and her skin was so soft, it didn’t feel real.

She opened up for me with a hunger that should have taken me by surprise but didn’t. We’d always had a connection that wasn’t exactly subtle. It was insanely in-your-face. I’d been riding this wave of need and want since I first laid eyes on her a few days ago. And that was when I didn’t like her all that much. But something had changed. And it was a damn miracle I’d survived this long without laying hands on her. Christ, I’d spent most of the night before dreaming about the two of us naked. About us fucking. About losing myself so deep inside her, I’d have to claw my way back out.

I’d woken up with a hard-on to end all hard-ons and had to manually bang that one out before she woke up. And now her heat was pressed up against the monster in my pants, and her hot, wet mouth tasted so damn good, I could kiss her into tomorrow, and then dig in for more.

Her tongue thrust inside my mouth. Demanding. Coaxing. Playing. I completely lost it when she made a noise, like her need was trapped at the back of her throat. It was the kind that shot straight through a guy. The kind that said she was into it. I grabbed her ass, holding her steady while I kissed her back. She’d learned a thing or two since our time before, but so had I. With a groan, I shifted a bit, hard and ready and…holy shit, so unprepared.

Sanity hit me square in the head, and I came up for air.

“Echo,” I ground out, but she wasn’t having any of it. “We should stop.”

“No talking,” she whispered hoarsely, her mouth trailing a line of fire from mine, down my neck. She nipped me on my shoulder and ripped at my T-shirt, nearly shredding the damn thing as she sat back and pulled it over my head.

I should have stopped things then. Should have kept a level head and pushed her away, because Echo and I, we were combustible. You know how oil and water don’t mix? Well, toss a goddamn torch at it, and it will light up the night like no one’s business.

And that’s where we were at. We’d gone from one to damn near one hundred in less time than it took to light a match. I stared at up at her and took a moment to appreciate the natural beauty she was. When she ran her fingers down my pecs, everything in me stilled. Her touch was as soft as a feather, but the energy that sprang from it was something else.

She arched her back and reached for the hem of the T-shirt she was wearing.

I was hard, full of need, but still, my conscience gave me a nudge. The price of growing up and becoming an adult, I guess.

“Echo, are you sure?”

Her nostrils flared, and a slow smile graced her mouth. “I said no talking.” She whipped her shirt off, and my mouth went dry. Her breasts were perfect. They weren’t too big. They weren’t too small. They were soft, warm, and her pink nipples said hello in a way I couldn’t resist. I reached for one, held the weight of her breast in my hand, and then took that nipple in my mouth, covering it whole.

She groaned.

I grinned.

I licked and suckled, kneading the other before blowing on her and using my thumb to apply just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm. She pushed into me, demanding and more than a little aggressive. Some things hadn’t changed.

I grabbed her mouth once more and took control. My hands sank into all that hair, and I held her still, my lips taking from her, my cock grinding into her. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it was long enough for her to soak her panties and the pajamas bottoms. I tore my mouth from hers and gazed up at her. She still straddled me, her breasts hanging in front of me like a reward.

Echo’s cheeks were flushed. Her eyes glittery. She was drunk on desire and want and need. I knew I looked the same.

Slowly, she got to her feet, eyes on the huge tent pole that stretched between my legs.

She licked her lips.

I exhaled a raspy breath.

She touched her breasts.

I hissed like an animal.

Then she pulled down her bottoms, and I think I nearly came right there. No panties. The girl was commando. She stood in front of me, legs slightly spread, desire glistening on her thighs.

“Come here,” I said gruffly, reaching for her.

Echo didn’t say a word. She let me wrap my hands around her hips and pull her toward me. Her scent was heavy, a woman’s scent that touched something primal in me. Her sex was engorged, and I inhaled her, smiling as she shuddered.

I kissed her there, my lips and tongue greedily taking from what she so readily offered. She was so wet. So fucking ready. I felt her tremble. Felt her hands sink into my hair, her fingers like talons as she leaned into me and held me right where she wanted me.

“Jesus,” she gasped as I flicked my tongue against her clit.

I grinned and then set about making sure she came so hard, she’d see stars. It didn’t take long. She was primed and ready. She orgasmed, and her entire body convulsed. Before the last shudder left her, she was on her knees tugging at my pants. Her hair was wild, her skin flushed pink, and her eyes looked feverish.