Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

“All clean?” I asked, licking the water from her skin.

She nodded and her head fell back against my chest as I continued to play.

“Yes.”

“Good, then it’s time to get you all dirty again.”

I reached out and shut off the water, opened the door and grabbed a towel. When Jill stepped out, I carefully dried her by dropping down onto one knee on the thick bathmat so I was at a better height. Perhaps she caught on that I had every intention of doing this myself even though I knew she could do it herself because she said nothing. It was hard to miss when her tits rose and fell with her quick breathing, those gorgeous nipples hard little points. When I dried her pussy, she gasped, obviously sensitive to the soft rasp of the towel. I loved the way her clit was exposed for me to see and know it was a hard nub.

I stood, grabbed a second towel and dried myself with efficient and quick motions, tossed it onto the vanity before scooping Jill up and carrying her

to bed. With a rough tug, the blanket and top sheet were on the floor.

Jill laughed. “You’re eager,” she commented when I had her just where I wanted—naked and in the center of my bed. Her dark eyes were on my dick, which of course bobbed toward her as if it were responding to her words.

I didn’t wait, but moved so I was between her parted thighs and my mouth right over her center.

“Porter,” she said, realizing my intention.

Looking up her gorgeous, naked body, I met her gaze. Grinned. Oh yeah, I had her exactly where I wanted her. She was already wet for me, the scent of her pussy filling my nostrils. Her skin was warm and damp, dewy even. Lifting one leg, then the other over my shoulders, I cupped her ass, took in the wet folds already parted and ready for me. We’d been at her so much all weekend long, I had to wonder if some of our cum was still deep inside. For some reason, knowing she was marked by us made me feel like a fucking hero. Virile, like I wanted to pound my chest with my fists. My mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her. I loved her pussy and I could eat it for hours. Maybe I would.

We had all afternoon, and I was going to make the most of it. She came for me and Liam as we ate her out before. I loved that she was so responsive, so sensitive to what we did to her. It was like winning a gold medal when she writhed and screamed my name as she came.

“Don’t be shy, sweetness. Come as often as you want.”

11

JILL

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I followed the scent of garlic and something Italian toward the kitchen. After three Porter-induced orgasms from just his mouth and fingers, I conked out when he climbed in bed beside me—fully clothed—and pulled me into his arms. I’d slept hard and didn’t even stir when he’d, at some point, climbed from the bed. My scrubs were all the clothes I had, so I put on one of Porter’s flannel shirts… my knee-high socks so my feet stayed warm, and nothing else. My hair was a wild mess since I’d never combed it out after the shower, then falling asleep with it wet. I was rolling up the sleeves when I entered the kitchen.

Porter stood in front of the stove, stirring something in a big pot. He was in different clothes than what he’d worn to work this morning. There was over a foot of snow on the ground, and he was barefoot in a pair of well-worn jeans and just a t-shirt. Porter cooking was quite the sight, and it wasn’t the delicious scents that made my mouth water.

He looked to me and smiled. “There’s my girl.” His gaze heated as he took in every inch of me. He came over, took over fixing the sleeves. “I like you in my shirt.”

All of a sudden, I felt shy. Earlier, he’d settled between my thighs and had been ravenous, as if my pussy was his only source of sustenance. He’d been insatiable even, and hadn’t done anything about his own pleasure. I glanced at the front of his pants. There was a thick bulge—my pussy clenched remembering exactly how big he was—and I had to wonder…

“You never… I mean, don’t you need to—”

He lifted my chin with two fingers and I met his eyes. “Say it, sweetness.”

“Don’t you need to come, too?”

He grinned. “It was all about you earlier.”

“And now?” I questioned.

“I licked your pussy so you want to suck my dick?”

I blushed, thinking about kneeling before him, taking his dick as deep as I could into my mouth. He was huge and after spending the weekend together, I hadn’t done more than lick the pre-cum from the tip. He’d kept me occupied pleasing him in other ways. I still wasn’t sure if I could take him all in my mouth, even if I gripped the base. But I wanted to try, wanted to feel his hands tangle in my hair and pull me closer. I wanted to hear his sounds of pleasure, to feel the power knowing I did it to him.

“Mmm, keep thinking those thoughts, sweetness.”

I frowned. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

He grinned and slid a knuckle over my jaw. “Besides the flush on your cheeks, your eyes get all foggy and your breathing picks up when you’re aroused. Besides, your nipples are poking against my shirt.”