I opened my legs for him. He grinned. I expected to feel weird doing this, but I didn’t. I discovered that I liked him watching me. As I stroked my clit, I caressed my left breast. My nipple tingled when the palm of my hand brushed against it. I traced a circle around the dark orb with my fingernail. I looked at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt. As his muscular chest came into view, an inch at a time, my breath caught in my throat. Oh. Damn.
“Are you wet?”
Nodding, I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy. Boy, was I wet. My essence sloshed out of my opening, dripped down the path of my skin to soak the cushions beneath me. Moaning, I bit my lip as the muscles cl
enched around my index and middle fingers. I pinched my rigid nipple between my fingers. My eyes slid closed. Man. This felt so good. I almost forgot he was sitting there, watching me. I could probably cum right now and . . .
“Taste it.”
I opened my eyes. “Huh?”
His shirt was all the way off and draped over the arm of the chair. “I think you should taste yourself.”
I gasped. I’d never . . . Oh . . . fuck it . . . I removed my fingers and put them into my mouth. I was sweet with a little bit of tang. I licked my fingers clean before spreading my legs wide and pushing them as far inside me as I could. My core was moist and warm. The right temperature to cum. My thighs trembled as I traced the ridges deep in my core. My body relaxed as my pussy tensed, ready to release the orgasm that had been building.
“Jason . . .”
“Yeah?”
“I . . .”
Before I could get the rest of the sentence out, my orgasm rushed out of me. I called his name as I came. I left my fingers in place until the tremors stopped, only because I couldn’t move. Sated, I closed my eyes. My stomach growled. There was a container of sweet and sour shrimp with my name on it. I also wanted to take a quick shower before I ate. At least, I thought that was the plan.
When I looked up, he had removed his pants and was walking toward me. Clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, he removed my fingers and sucked my essence off them. My clit began to throb again. With my fingers still in his mouth, he sat beside me. My fingers slipped out of his mouth as he bent toward me and kissed me passionately.
“You taste so good.”
“Thanks.”
He kissed me on my neck. That should’ve been my first clue that he had something up his sleeve. His fingertips danced on my bare thigh. My flesh tingled where he touched. Damn. Before I could blink, my nipple was in his mouth. He suckled slowly, causing the arousal to build again in my pussy. I opened my legs to ease my pulsating clit. I moaned as his fingers inched up my thigh to find and explore my clit.
“I know you’re not done,” he whispered. “You’re still wet.”
I shivered as he stroked my opening. No, normally I wouldn’t be done, but I didn’t want to bring out Stallion. I wasn’t ready to answer the barrage of questions Stallion might cause. His feather-light caress was making my pussy clench. Panther rested on my thigh. As I moved him toward the case, the large bulge in the black snakeskin leather drew Jason’s attention.
“How many more do you have?”
“Just one.” I zipped up the case, but he took it from my hands and unzipped it. Damn it!
“You gonna use the other one?”
“I wasn’t.”
“Why not?”
He halted his words as he peered in the bag, then looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. He pulled out Stallion. This dildo was twelve inches of thick, deeply veined cock. I saw the question in Jason’s blue eyes. I knew what he was thinking: that his dick doesn’t measure up, but it did. Jason’s cock filled every inch of my pussy and satisfied me thoroughly. Suddenly uncomfortable, I sank down in the cushions of the sofa and closed my legs. I flashed him a sheepish grin while he turned it over in his hands.
“Is this what you like?”
“Well . . . no . . . I mean, Kel had dared me to get it so . . . I hardly ever used it.”
I had gotten Stallion on a dare from my best friend a few years ago. Jason pulled out the small tube of lubricant that was also in the cosmetic bag. The lube was strawberry scented. The same aroma drifted from Stallion’s shaft, though I’d washed it thoroughly after the last time I used it. I gulped as I watched him twist the base to activate the vibrating function, but I had broken that feature long ago. I curved a strand of hair behind my ear and attempted to sit up. I reached into his lap and patted his erection.
“I like your cock better.”
“Sure,” he teased as he kissed me. “I’d still like to see you take it.”
With a look of pure desire in his eyes, Jason pried my thighs farther apart. He paused to coat Stallion with lube before inserting just the tip into my pussy. I grasped his wrist before he could push it in deeper. This wasn’t how I liked to use Stallion. See, I liked to prop Stallion up and ride him like a cowgirl, but I didn’t think Jason was ready for all that. Or maybe I was the one who wasn’t ready.