Jock Blocked

He had hold of my hips, pushing me down on him, having us both grunt in ecstasy. But that’s where my control ended. He had me flipped on my back a second later, and now hovered over me.

“We’re just getting started, baby. Just getting started.” His words were deep and low.

Before I knew what was happening, Cannon was helping me out of the rest of my clothing, tossing it aside then going for his own. He took his shirt off first, and I was mesmerized by the sight of his torso, of the lean muscles that contracted with his subtle movements. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, but this was different. This was so different.

Then he was going for his pants, unbuttoning them, pushing the zipper down, then standing only long enough to take those and his boxers off.

When he was completely naked all I could do was lie there and stare at the very hard, very big erection that he sported.

It was all because of me … for me.

Cannon was back on the bed, over me, a second later. I felt his hand smoothing over my thighs, then he was pushing my legs open, moving his fingers closer to the center of me that ached desperately for him.

I held my breath, waiting for him to have me going over the edge, to have that first orgasm that he brought out in me. He slid down the length of my body, and the feel of his warm breath moving along my pussy had me gasping out.

“I’ve been so hungry for you, Stella. So fucking hungry for you.” At the first touch of his mouth between my thighs, I nearly came.

Cannon looked up at me from between my legs, this carnal expression on his face as he let his gaze travel up and down my body, taking in every single inch of me.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I rested against the bed and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I felt his thumbs slide along my inner thighs once more until he was framing my pussy. He pulled my lips apart, spreading them wide. And then Cannon blew a warm stream of air across the inner lips he exposed. I arched my back. Electricity slammed into me, and despite the fact I had already gotten off for him, I felt myself winding tighter and higher, that coil inside of me pulling taut with pleasure.

He ran his tongue in slow circles around my opening, but he wouldn’t dip the muscle inside of me, wouldn’t give me that small mercy. He teased me, brought me to the precipice of orgasm with his tongue and fingers until I shamelessly begged for more, pressing my pussy against his face.

“Yes,” he groaned against my soaked flesh. “So good.” He slid his finger down my center, teased my opening, then slowly pushed the finger inside of me.

“God,” I whimpered out.

Cannon was gentle and soft as he fingered me, all the while sucking on my clit. My orgasm slammed into me suddenly, and I felt everything else fade into nothingness.

“Look at me.” The command was clear, and I felt myself coming back from the hazy fog of desire he’d given me.

I lifted my head, bracing my upper body on my elbows, and stared down the length of my torso at Cannon. He watched me possessively.

“This is mine,” he said and pushed the finger inside of me a little deeper. “You’re mine.” His exhaled slowly, deeply, and closed his eyes for a second. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. You.” He opened his eyes. “But I’m not done with you yet, Stella.”

17

Stella

Cannon pulled his finger from my clenching body, moving his thumbs on each side of my pussy lips still, and held the folds open obscenely wide. I could see my clit poking out from the hood, engorged from his sucking. While holding my gaze with his, Cannon flattened his tongue and dragged the muscle from my pussy hole to my clit.

Watching him do that to me while staring at my face had a fervent plea leaving me.

He whispered against my pussy, “Look, Stella. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you, how I make you come.”

“Oh. God. Cannon.”

I felt myself climbing toward another climax. I didn’t know if I could handle another one, but I found myself yearning for it. The air left me violently when he started running his tongue up and down my cleft. His lips suctioned around the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and I teetered on the edge. When he slowly inserted one finger into my pussy again, humming against my clit, I couldn’t stop myself going over the edge.

“That’s it. Mine. Only for me.”

My eyes slid shut of their own accord. The waves of pleasure took my breath away and I gripped the sheets beneath me, pulling at them, trying to stabilize myself. It was long moments before I found myself back on solid ground, so to speak.