Rough Edge (Tannen Boys 2)

Oh, fuck. My eyes shutter closed as I groan, knowing deep inside that she’s going to destroy me. I can’t fucking wait.

“Do your worst.”

Her mouth engulfs me again, torturous heaven surrounding me. Her head bobbing, she teases at my balls with her free hand. When she feels them draw up, she stops everything with me right on the edge. “Uh-uh.”

Her fingertips dance along my thighs, which feels good but is nowhere near where I need them to be.

She takes me to the edge again, pulling back when I get too close. My legs start to buckle at the demand to stand upright when she’s bringing me to my knees.

“Lie down,” she tells me, climbing off the bed to stand.

I do as I’m told, putty in her callused hands. “Yes, ma’am,” I say with a little fire left in me too.

She pulls her T-shirt over her head, caramel nipples my instant reward, and then drops her shorts and panties. “Come here,” I tell her, hands reaching out for her.

She shakes her head and does whatever the fuck she wants, like always. She straddles me backward, on her knees with her head toward my cock. I’d absolutely be down for sixty-nine, but she’s so damn short, she can’t suck my cock if her pussy’s in my face. “Enjoying the view?” she says, her hips swaying and her pussy just beyond my reach, even if I lift my head.

She giggles. Well, not really because it’s Erica, but her belly jumps a little like she is. She puts her mouth back on my cock, and I decide to ride this trip to wherever she’s going. I put my hands behind my head to prop up and maximize the view so I can watch her pussy get wetter and wetter as she sucks me.

“You like sucking me? Your cunt’s damn near dripping on my chest, Lil Bit.” She moans in agreement. “Let me have a taste of you.”

She lifts off my cock, dropping her hips back toward me. I lick and taste as much of her as I can while she grinds against my mouth. Her hands grip my hips for leverage, and I spread her lips wide to dip my tongue inside her. Too soon, she takes her pussy away, going back to suck me.

I never thought I’d whine about getting a blow job, but damned if she isn’t making me feel like a petulant child who just lost their favorite lollipop.

I can’t lie back and just watch any longer. My hands trace and knead along her skin, from her thighs to her ass and waist, and my hips thrust up to meet her open mouth. “Enough, I need inside you.” My voice is more animalistic than human, demanding and forceful and at the absolute edge of sanity. She’s done this to me, driven me completely wild.

Erica lifts off with a pop of finality this time and scoots her knees down the bed to kneel over my cock with her hands on my shins. I stand it up at the right angle, and with a lift of her hips, she impales herself on me.

Heaven. Absolute, utter heaven.

We stopped using condoms after the fire, but I will never not have a moment of pure gratefulness to feel this woman from the inside, raw and bare. It’s a vulnerability neither of us gives easily, except it feels completely natural to give it to each other now.

She rides me, tiny ass bouncing on me as I thrust from beneath her. I grab ahold of her hips, pulling her down hard. We buck and fight together to reach the peak that’s looming so close.

“Touch yourself. Get there. Come with me,” I grit out.

I feel her fingers dip into the wetness we’ve made and then move up to her clit. She lets me take over the rhythm, and though I’m overwhelmingly tempted to continue pounding her hard and fast, I don’t.

I slow down, staying deep and giving her shallow thrusts. I grab a handful of the dark hair that’s hanging down her back, tilting her head to the ceiling. “That’s it—rub that clit, feel me inside you. When you come, your cunt’s gonna make me come, I’m that close. You want that?”

She nods, pulling her hair slightly but not seeming to mind.

“Do it, Erica. Take us both there.” She cries out, hovering on the edge, and I stroke into her a little more forcefully.

“Yes,” she hisses, going wild. She lifts and drops her hips, setting a new frantic pace, and I can feel her fingers swiping madly across her clit. “Now . . .” she groans, but I don’t need her to tell me because her pussy wraps around me like a vice, pulsing waves pulling my orgasm from me too. It’s more powerful than usual, built up from her edging me, and I feel like I’m floating, with only her to keep me grounded to the bed.