Storm (Ashes & Embers 1)

“You’re going to lick and suck just like that, baby.” He licks his lips. “And use your hand at the same time, like you’re doing now.”

He drags his thumb out of my mouth and wipes my saliva on the head of his cock. Him touching himself turns me on immensely.

He gathers my long hair in his hand and holds it back away from my face as he gently nudges my head downward. With one hand on his muscled thigh and my other on his cock, I swipe my tongue over the head, and then lower my mouth down over him, my lips gliding over the crown and down his shaft. Taking a breath, I try to take more of him until my gag reflex kicks in.

He gives my neck a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to take it all. It feels so good just like you’re doing. Use your hand a little bit, move it up and down with your mouth.”

I do as he says, wrapping my fingers around his width like a fist and sliding it up and down his length in unison with my mouth, sucking harder, then softer, then harder again. I peer up at him, past his chiseled abs, over his inked chest, to his face. His head is leaning back against the couch, his eyes closed, lips parted a bit. He looks absolutely insanely hot. I swirl my tongue over the head and suck it back into my mouth, deeper this time. He lets out a moan and his eyes fly open and meet mine. His hand tightens a bit at the back of my head and his hips thrust up a tiny bit as I suck him, and I can feel he’s getting closer.

“Fuck. That feels so good… keep doing that, baby.” His breathing is becoming more ragged, his shaft swelling in my mouth with each suck. It’s exhilarating, having him pulsing on my tongue.

“You don’t have to swallow it,” he whispers. “Just let it fill your mouth and spit it in the towel if you want and take a drink.”

Fill your mouth

His words make my insides quiver. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling wetness between my legs. I have the urge to climb up on him right now and just take him deep inside me, to watch his eyes flutter closed and feel his muscles tightening beneath me as I ride him.

“Baby…” He gives a slight thrust and his cum spurts to the back of my throat, hot, thick, and salty. I wasn’t prepared for the amount of it all, gulping as I continue to suck for a few more minutes until he softens. I slowly pull my mouth off him and reach for the soda, washing it down. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, leaving a small trail of his juice on my hand. I lean back on my heels to gaze up at him.

“Wow,” I say. His cock is lying against his stomach in a small puddle of cum. I take the towel and gently wipe him clean while he watches me with a small satisfied smile on his lips.

“Come up here, you,” he says huskily. I crawl up on his lap, him pulling my legs to either side of him so I’m straddling him. The boy shorts I wore to bed last night are thin, allowing me to feel his cock pressed against me through the light material. That’s exactly what he wants as he positions my lips directly over his shaft. Grasping my hips, he pulls me forward, grinding against me. His hand rises to my neck and pulls me down for a deep, wet kiss, his tongue searching out mine.

“I want you to rub yourself on me like this and get yourself off.”

I’m already there, rubbing myself against his cock, feeling the warmth seeping through my shorts. He starts to feast on my breasts as I grind on him, sucking and licking my pebbled nipples, his hand sliding down my back to grip my ass and pull me harder onto him. His tongue is magical, fluttering over my nipples, building the climax within me.

Suddenly, he pulls my body up, lifting me a few inches off him.

I moan in protest as he holds me away from the source of my pleasure

“Do you want that?” he whispers, his tongue gliding between my breasts, and up to my neck. He sucks my tender flesh into his mouth.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. I was so close. I try to wiggle out of his hold to get my body back down onto his.

“Beg me.”

“Storm, please…” I grab fistfuls of his hair and bring his head back to mine, kissing him like a woman out of control.

“What, Evie?” He lowers me a tiny bit but still not letting my body down onto his.

“Please let me feel you.” My mind is spinning. All I want is to get back on him and feel him all over me.

He lets me down and I grind my pussy against him, so close to reaching my sweet release.

I cry out when he pulls me up again just when I am about to come.

“Shit!” I practically scream, biting my lip.

His lips curl into a deviant smile.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Evie. I want you losing your mind for me.”

I run my hands down his arms, his muscles flexed tight as they hold me up.

“Please, Storm… you’re killing me.” I put my hands to his face and kiss him hungrily, my teeth crashing against his in my frenzy.

He releases me and his hands immediately go to my hips, pulling me hard against him, sliding his hands under my shorts and squeezing my flesh. His mouth captures my nipple as I ride him, his teeth biting into my sensitive tip, further igniting the fire growing inside me.

I grip his shoulders and arch my back, losing myself in his touch, until orgasm rips through me, leaving me shuddering on top of him, panting like a wild puppy. He finds my lips and kisses me softly, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, then rests his head against mine, wrapping his arms around me.

“That was awesome, baby. You drive me fucking wild.”

“You do the same to me.” I snuggle into him, dazed from the pleasure that wracked through my body.

He glances at his watch and groans. “Ugh, I don’t want to fly back there. I want to stay here and ravish you.”

“Can’t you stay?”

“I wish, but the band kind of needs a lead guitarist for a concert, love. So I gotta go.”

I drag myself off him and watch him get dressed. I will never tire of looking at his perfect body. I pull on my t-shirt and try to fix my long tangled hair. He looks down at me on the couch as he buckles his belt.

“I love the way you look at me,” he says, bending down and giving me a quick kiss before pulling his boots on.

“How do I look at you?”

“Like you love me.” He winks at me as he pulls his shirt over his head.

I do.

“Do you need a ride to the airport?”

“I have a rental car.”

I stand up and hug him. “I can’t believe you flew all the way out here just to see me.”

“I missed you and all the phone sex was driving me crazy. This gave me an excuse to come see you and get my hands on you,” he teases. “And you get an A plus for your first lesson. You blew my mind. Literally.”

“I’ll try to do better next time with the swallowing part,” I say awkwardly.

“You did fine. I have zero complaints.”

We walk to the front door together where he pulls me in for a big hug. “I love your apartment, baby. I’m proud of you.”

He holds up two fingers. “Two weeks and I’ll be back. Our last show is the local venue again. Will you come? You can hang backstage and meet the rest of the guys.”

I nod and smile, excited about seeing him play again. “I’d love that.”

He opens the door and leans against the door frame, looking at me. “You okay?” he asks. “With all this? Leaving him? Me and you?”

“Yes.”

“So we’re together, right?”

My God, he’s adorable sometimes. I grin at him. “Yes. You’re officially off the market, Mr. Valentine. I expect to see that on your social profiles.”

“Really? I’ll alert my staff.”

We kiss and I wave to him from the door as he drives off.

A few minutes later, my cell phone beeps with a text message:

Storm: By the way. I look at you the same way xo

Frowning at the screen, it takes me a moment to figure out what he’s saying.

My heart does a flip-flop. He’s falling in love with me, too.