Sidecar Crush

Letting my legs slide down each side of his hips, I pressed myself into his growing erection. He took my mouth in a deep kiss, groaning as I rubbed against him. Our bodies moved together, slowly—grinding and rubbing. Intensifying our need for each other.

I broke the kiss and crawled down his body. When I got to his waist, I pushed his shirt up, revealing the hard ridges of his abs. He groaned again as I ran my tongue along his skin.

His belt buckle clinked as I unfastened it. I opened the top button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. He dragged his teeth over his lower lip, watching me.

“Darlin’, I like where this is going.”

I licked my lips and smiled, then pulled his underwear down. His cock was thick and hard. I ran my tongue up his length, reveling in his sharp intake of breath. Grabbing him around the base, I licked him, paying special attention to the sensitive ridge around the tip. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned again.

There was nothing like hearing him moan because of me. I took his cock into my mouth and moved slowly, teasing him. Gradually, I moved faster, plunging down, taking in as much as I could. I worked the shaft with my hand, letting the tip slide in and out of my mouth.

He moved his hips and stroked my hair. I picked up the pace, squeezing the shaft while I drew his hard length in and out. His cock thickened, stiffening with his impending release. I tasted his flavor on my tongue.

The feeling of his growing climax was intensely arousing. Pressure built between my legs, warm and insistent. My heart raced, and my cheeks flushed as I kept drawing his cock in and out of my wet mouth. Harder. Faster.

“Baby, I’m almost there,” he said.

His rough voice sent a thrill down my spine. He was breathless, losing control. His muscles flexed beneath me, his hips thrusting himself deeper. I moaned, feeling his cock begin to pulse.

The first spurts of come hit the back of my throat and he groaned, a low sound that reverberated through me, setting me on fire. I took him all in, every last bit, reveling in the way it felt to give him this pleasure. I loved it. He was lost, his body stiff, jerking into me as the orgasm overtook him.

When he finished, I slid his cock out of my mouth and quickly swallowed. He was breathing hard, his eyes glassy.

“Good lord, baby,” he said between breaths. “That was unbelievable.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

I adjusted his underwear and crawled back up his body. He rolled me onto my back and kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth with lazy strokes. My body trembled with a rush of anticipation as he slid one hand up my thigh, beneath my skirt. He nudged my legs open and stroked my clit with gentle fingers.

“These panties are awfully wet,” he said between kisses. “I reckon I ought to do something about that.”

He slipped his fingers beneath my panties and teased my clit, making me shiver and moan. His touch was soft, leaving me desperate for more.

Without warning, he pushed his fingers deep inside me. My back arched, and I groaned. I bucked my hips against his hand, seeking more—more friction, more pressure. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times while he nibbled on my bottom lip.

“I want a taste of you,” he said, drawing his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth and sucked my wetness off, closing his eyes and groaning. “God, you taste good. I need more.”

With rough hands, he yanked my panties off and pushed my skirt up. Positioning himself between my open legs, he licked up each side of my slit.

“Jesus, Jameson,” I said, my voice halting. The feel of his tongue on my sensitive skin was electric.

“Relax, darlin’,” he said. “I’m just getting started.”

His tongue moved with slow strokes and the sensation was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and sighed his name. He lapped against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure rushing through my core. God, he was good at this. His wet tongue slid and swirled until I was panting, hardly able to catch my breath.

The tension between my legs built, a deep surge of heat and pressure. Jameson sucked on my clit, and I moaned, running my fingers through his thick hair. He licked and sucked and stroked until I was ready to burst.

He slid two fingers inside me, and I cried out in ecstasy, my body shuddering. He growled into my pussy as he worked my clit relentlessly with his mouth. His fingers curled, and I thought I might die. I gasped, clutching at the sheets, the intense sensation crashing over me. He had me at the peak of climax, on the brink of coming apart.