More Than Possess You

Echo nods earnestly.

I’m insane, but slowly, I release her.

She rips my button free, yanks down my zipper, and frees my erection. Instantly, she grips it, wrapping her small hands around me and stroking with a slow, barely there touch that wrenches a groan from me. I sink down the cushions and lift my hips, silently urging her on.

“You’re so hard. But your skin is so soft here.” Wonder fills her voice.

“Yep,” I barely manage to eke out.

“And you’re wet.” She skates a slow, sliding thumb over my sensitive head. “Leaking.”

I hiss and struggle to think of a way to take back control of the situation. “Don’t do that.”

She stops instantly. “You don’t like it?”

It would be smarter to lie to her, but… “No, it feels too good. I’m most sensitive there.”

“Really?” she drawls like she finds that information very helpful—then drags her thumb over my crest in a horribly delicious, spine-bending glide.

“Fuck.” It’s torture.

I throw my head back, dizzy and reeling. But every moment she’s touching me is a moment she isn’t expecting me to take her virginity. I’ve just got to hold out…somehow.

Then again, if she makes me come, I can tell her I’m spent and couldn’t possibly get hard again tonight—a total lie—but at this point that might be my best option.

“That feels incredible, shortcake,” I groan. “You have no idea…”

She giggles. “Since you just gave me an orgasm, I do. It’s your turn.”

Before I can grasp what Echo has planned, she raises on her knees, lowers her head, and, oh—holy motherfucking son of a bitch—closes her lips around me.

I’ve died. I’m in heaven. And I never want to leave.

Then her warm, wet mouth descends so slowly down my cock, I’d swear she’s determined to taste every inch along the way. I drag in a breath, trying to steady myself. But it’s no use. My fingers thrust into her hair, sending bobby pins flying and her skeins tumbling down. I shove my fingers in the thick mass and fist it as her lips nearly reach the bottom of my shaft.

Yes. Fuck yes.

That’s your best friend giving you a blow job.

Yeah, and I can’t remember a woman’s mouth ever making me ache like this.

As if I have no control, my hips rise to meet her. She takes the rest of my cock deep, her tongue cradling me before she sucks me like she can’t get enough. She whimpers. Her eyes lift to me. She’s seeking my approval.

Suddenly, I have no filter, and I can’t find a single fuck to give about what happens tomorrow.

“Echo… Suck me. Yes. All the way to the tip. Hard. Like that. Oh, fuck…”

She does it exactly the way I ask, but when her lips reach the head again, she swirls her tongue across the sensitive surface. A gentle glide of her teeth follows.

I nearly come out of my skin.

Her mouth heads straight back down, this time faster, skimming my length, dragging in audible breaths through her nose as she angles me all the way to the back of her throat.

Where the fuck did she learn that?

Before I can ask, she starts in on me again.

Another few pulls, and I’ll be a goner.

Just when I swore this couldn’t get any hotter, she slips one hand inside her panties and touches herself. Her head bobbing on my cock and her hand moving between her legs mesmerize me. I give in to the moment, letting my head fall back and my eyes slide shut. Fire licks its way up my shaft, blazing through my bloodstream. I spread my legs. My fingers tighten in her hair. A groan tears from my throat.

She’s killing me, especially when her frantic, breathy gasps tell me her excitement is ramping up as quickly as mine.

Then the rhythm of her mouth falters. She laves my head with a hard, shallow suck and pauses. Finally, after a moan, she sinks down. Then she stops, shaking.

I open my eyes. The sight of Echo is a gut-punch of arousal, but the needs of her trembling body are overriding the coordination of her mouth. I’m not surprised. She’s not used to pleasuring anyone but herself.

Whatever. I’m more than willing to help her along.

Gently, I tug on her hair and brace a finger under her chin, lifting her off me slowly. She looks at me with dazed, dilated eyes, her hand still moving between her legs. She whimpers, her face full of agony.

I can’t leave her like this. Hell, I shouldn’t even be taking pleasure from her in the first place…but I can’t stop myself.

“Come here, shortcake.” I sit up and pull her closer.

She looks crestfallen. “I wasn’t doing it right?”

“You were doing great.” I grin. “Until you got distracted.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop touching…” She halts mid-sentence, flushing a deeper red. “I’ll do better.”

“Let me improve your focus.” I don’t question how risky my next move is. I just slide the soaking panties off her hips and down her thighs.