Edison (The Henchmen MC 10)

Two orgasms.

I should have been set for months.

But it wasn't nearly enough.

It never would be.

Not until I felt him inside me.

On that thought, my arms folded across his shoulders as my legs did the same to his lower back.

"Bed," I demanded as his tongue traced under my clavicle.

His hand planted on the couch beside me, pressing his body weight - and mine - upward off the material, his arm sliding behind me, slipping under my ass as he got to his feet.

He looked over my shoulder, seeking the door, then moving confidently toward it, looking down at me, not even noticing anything about the somewhat empty room where I had a bed that was older than me, a mattress I got on clearance at a big box store that was about as comfortable as sleeping on a sheet of plywood, and the pile of clothes on a small table across from it.

As he got to the foot, he turned, lowering himself down instead, moving flat, but pushing me so I sat upward. His hand slid almost reverently down my shoulder, breast, stomach, settling on my hip.

Uncomfortable with the intensity in his eyes, I pulled up, placing my legs on his sides, then scooting down the bed so I could snag the button and zip to his jeans, opening the sides, then yanking until he had to lift up to allow me to continue.

There was a thrill in my stomach at realizing his cock was every bit as thick and straining at it felt contained by his jeans and boxer briefs.

Then I had a thought that I wasn't sure I ever had before.

I need him in my mouth.

Not because he went down on me, not because it was expected, but because I wanted it.

I planted my hands on the scratchy low thread count sheets that were a nondescript ugly brown color, and lowered myself down to trace my tongue down the center of his abs, his Adonis muscles. My hand grabbed his cock at the base, holding it as my eyes found his, then I took him deep.

The guttural, almost pained sound that escaped him was all the encouragement I needed.

But as I worked him harder, faster, and his hand slapped down on the back of my neck, and his fingers curled in, and his body went tight, and his breath started to come out as hisses, yeah, that pushed me on too.

I was hardly even aware of the throbbing need between my thighs to feel fulfillment, to feel him rocking inside me, to feel the intensity of an orgasm that only came from being filled completely.

Because I was too fueled by the need to keep driving him as crazy as he had driven me, to feel him lose control, to taste his release.

But then the fingers were no longer gripping my neck; they were sinking into my hair and yanking hard until his cock left my greedy mouth with a pop.

"Some other time," he started, his other hand stroking over my lips that felt overly sensitive, almost swollen, "I'm gonna love watching you swallow every last drop," he told me, sending a thrill through my belly. "But tonight, I need to be inside you."

As if him putting the idea back on the table snapped me out of my unexpected blowjob stupor, I could suddenly feel the impact of my own desire settle back down on me all at once.

It was in the heaviness in my breasts, the aching sensation of my nipples, the pulsating need between my thighs, the pressure on my lower stomach.

Edison folded up as I felt my eyes getting heavier at the idea of his thick cock stretching me.

He reached past my body, seeking the pocket of his jeans that were still on, just below his knees, snagging his wallet, then kicking the material away. He pulled out the condom, then tossed the wallet as well.

His hand went to the back of my neck, pulling me down for a long, hard kiss, then pushing my face in toward his neck so his lips could brush my ear as he protected us.

"You gonna fuck me, love?" he asked, sending a shiver through my insides. My lips pressed into his neck as some weird sound escaped me that he seemed to take as an answer. As he finished with the condom and one of his hands went behind me to cup my ass, the other holding his cock, using it to stroke the head between my lips, never quite making contact with my clit. "Look at me, Lenny," he demanded, his voice as soft as someone who gargled glass could be. "Lenny," he demanded again when I didn't immediately move to follow instructions. His cock shifted, pressing hard into my clit, making a pained moan escape me as I shot back slightly looking down at his face. "There you are. I want to watch your face when my cock stretches this tight, wet pussy of yours," he told me, hand sinking into my ass harder, pulling upward, giving him the access he needed.