Lead (Stage Dive 3)

My face burned hotter than a grill and between my legs throbbed.

“I knew it. You like me talking dirty,” he said, teeth nipping at my collarbone before his tongue lapped over it. The big animal.

“No I don’t. You’re making that up.”

“You’re practically vibrating with excitement. You love it.” His laughter was diabolical, his breath hot on my skin. “Ah, Lena. Do I have some filthy things I need to say to you.”

I hid my face in his neck, giving him my own love bite or two. Man, his skin tasted good. Salt and the warmth that was Jimmy. And he smelled even better. His fingers sunk into my ass, holding on tight. The seemingly ever-ready presence of his hard-on more than made itself known, poking into my stomach. If it got any harder he might hurt himself.

“Tell me, Lena. How wet are your panties?”

I would impart that knowledge over my dead body. Or a mild bit of erotic wrestling. Most likely the latter. But it should be noted, two could play at this game, and playing with him was about as fun as it got. He might be currently in the lead, but I wasn’t so far behind.

“You feel so hard, Jimmy.”

“Do I now?” he asked, tugging on my hair just a little. Enough to light up all of the nerve ending on my scalp.

I gasped.

“I love the noises you make,” he said. “I wonder how you’ll sound when I bite your sweet peach of an ass. It really is f**king magnificent, Lena. Of course, I’ll finger your gorgeous pu**y when I do it. Wouldn’t want it to feel neglected.”

“That’s sweet of you.” I slipped my hand between us, grasping his huge cock. “Would you like me to lick this, Jimmy? Of course I’m happy to suck it as well.”

“Are you now?”

“We haven’t done that yet.”

He pressed his forehead against mine. “No, we haven’t. And you do have a beautiful mouth.”

I set my hands against his stomach and pushed, taking a step back. His arms fell from around me.

“Right now?” he asked.

“What could be more romantic?” I smiled.

He out and out grinned. “I don’t know a shitload about romance. But I’d have to be a god damn idiot to turn down a b**w j*b from you. But are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Thick, fluffy white towels hung on the railing. I pulled one down, folded it and threw it at his feet.

His gaze moved between me and the towel. “You sure, you’re sure?”

“Very.” I pulled down another towel and tossed it on top of the first.

I got down on my knees.

His pupils seemed to have doubled in size almost. “Lena.”

“Yeah?” My hand traveled up his legs, over his firm thighs. I undid his belt buckle, tore into the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Forgot what I was going to say …”

“Never mind. I like that you go commando.” I took him in hand. Christ, he felt hot, so wonderfully warm. The skin was velvety soft, the broad head darkening to red. He filled my grip in a great way.

His hands fisted at his sides.

“And I really like your dick, Jimmy.”

“Christ.”

“I mean, seriously like it.” My thumb smoothed over the eye of his penis, teasing just so. His thigh muscles twitched. “But I like you as a whole even more.”

He tensed. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” I smiled. “You want my glasses on or off for this?”

“On,” he answered instantly.

“Okay, but no cum on the lenses, that’s not cool. Understood?”

A muscle jumped in his jaw.

“All right, then.”

I dragged the flat of my tongue across the head of his cock, collecting a bead of salty cum for my trouble. Yummy. Give me more. Normally, sperm didn’t set my world on fire, but anything this man’s body made for me was to be savored.

Such was the absolute lunacy of my love for him.

I wanted to make him feel as adored and wanted as he did me. To chase the doubt from his eyes and give him nothing but pleasure.

I took him into my mouth, sucking before laving the underside with my tongue. All due care was given to the sweet spot. I massaged it with the tip of my tongue until he swore quite profusely, his h*ps kicking forward. My spare hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, the skin so soft and delicate. His hard flesh stretched my jaw, filled my mouth, and the musky scent of him was all I could smell. I took him in as deep as I could, working him with tongue, teeth, and lips. My hand stroked the rest of him, keeping all of him occupied. Careful of my teeth, I drew back, then forged forward again.

“Fuck, Lena.” His heavy balls drew up closer to his body. “Feels so f**king nice.”

And he’d used a word I just had to question. His dick came free of mouth with a faint popping sound.

“Nice?” I asked, curling my swollen lips into a smile.

He watched me through hooded lids. “Very nice.”

I fit my lips around the head once more, sucking hard. His h*ps bucked in response. It was time to finish him off. The muscles in his stomach tensed, his legs went rigid. I sucked with all my might, hollowing my cheeks and taking him deep.

“God damn it, Lena.” Various growling and snarling noises came above me. He was such an animal.

Hot bitter salty cum filled my mouth and throat. I swallowed fast, taking it all. It never even crossed my mind to spit … this was Jimmy. He came and he came as I worked him down gently, stroking his c**k and rubbing his balls, cherishing him. His whole body slumped and he panted for air. My work here was done. The man was decimated.

“Help me up,” I said, tugging on his jeans. His eyes slowly blinked open and he held out a hand to me. I took it, letting him doing the heaving lifting involved in pulling me back up onto my feet. “Thanks.”

An arm shot out, wrapping around my neck, pulling me in against him. His whole body trembled.

“You okay?” I asked.

A nod.

“Feeling a little emotional, huh?” I petted his hair. “That’s okay. It was an emotional blow job.”

He snorted.

I gave him a squeeze. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I’m clean, Lena,” he said, face pressed into my neck. “Got tested, everything came up negative, okay?”

“Oh, yeah, I swallowed. Didn’t even think about that.”

The arms of steel around me didn’t falter. “I liked that you swallowed.”

Warm damp lips rubbed against my neck. Such affection from him, I’d never known the likes of it. My head swam with joy and the most disturbing words rose up and up inside of me until they stuck in my throat. And still they pushed and shoved their way out of me with such thoughtless dumb-ass intent. I tried to stop them because I knew better, I really did. But they spewed forth from my tortured lovelorn soul while my brain watched on in complete and utter horror.