Page 83 of Dirty Like Me
He pinned my thighs to the bed, keeping me spread wide as he lavished me with his tongue. He sucked on my clit, caressed my opening and fucked his tongue into me as I writhed and gasped. He was panting as he did it, like this was driving him crazy with desire, and I totally couldn’t take it. I wanted his hard dick inside me so bad, but I wasn’t gonna last.
I squirmed, fighting the pleasure that was rising like a tsunami. “Fuck… Jesse…” Then he wrapped his warm lips around my pulsing clit and sucked and it was all over. I gasped. His gaze lifted, locking on mine. He licked my clit, slowly, and the wave crashed through me. I threw my head back and cried out as I started to come.
His hand reached up and covered my mouth, because the tour bus wasn’t even moving yet and the guys were on the other side of a very thin door, talking, yelling, still drinking, and probably overhearing at least some of this. I wasn’t known for being quiet when I came. Maybe I should’ve warned him?
Instead I bit down on the finger he shoved in my mouth, sucked on it and tried not to scream as the pleasure tore through me. I gripped his hair and kind of rode his face and just tried not to writhe all over the place like a lunatic. “Oh, God… oh… God…” I heard myself say a couple of times.
He licked me softly as I came down, the scattered fragments of my mind, which he’d just blown all over the place, gradually drifting back together again.
When my sanity had just about returned, he slipped a finger inside me. I was so sensitive that I bucked against him, moaning. I couldn’t find words. He pushed another finger inside me and started stroking me in an aggressive rhythm to match what his tongue was still doing to me. I came again before I could even get a hold of what was happening. This time I grabbed his hand and smushed it over my mouth. The bus was finally moving, so at least it would be harder for everyone on the bus, and like two miles over, to hear me getting off.
This time as I drifted more or less back to my senses Jesse was stripping off his jeans. He reached for one of his travel bags and dug through it, tossing things around. Then he turned back to me, condom in hand, and sheathed his big dick so fast I bit my lip. He came to me and I spread my legs to take him, my entire body flushed with heat, desire still throbbing in my core.
He lowered himself over me until his eyes were inches from mine. His lips parted in a silent breath; I could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to go slow. He kissed me softly and I felt the head of his cock caress my clit, then nudge my opening.
“Fuck, I want to savor this…” He watched me bite my lip as he thrust into me, slowly. A wave of heat rushed through my body as he filled me. Then he thrust deeper, so deep it almost hurt, but it felt so fucking good at the same time.
I closed my eyes. I tried to relax, to calm the fuck down, to not go over again so fucking fast.
I was supposed to be resisting this…
Why, again? No idea.
Fuck. Jesse was fucking me.
Fuck.
“You okay?” he whispered, and kissed me again.
My eyes popped open and I nodded. I was more than okay. But I had told the guy that I hadn’t done this in two years; he probably wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. I grabbed his ass and squeezed. “Don’t stop,” I urged him.
He fucked me slowly, grinding hard against me. Warm waves of pleasure rolled through my body. My clit hummed, the pleasure quickly coiling tighter like a spring about to release. My nipples were tight and hard and I couldn’t believe how fast he was about to make me come again. Every drag and thrust of his dick was bringing me closer. I tried to fight it, to hold on, to last a little longer, but I couldn’t.
“Fuck… Jesse… I’m gonna come again,” I managed to whisper between thrusts as I fought to hold on. Which only made him fuck me harder, speeding up until I crashed over the edge.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said as I cried out. He held me tight as I writhed beneath him, thrusting his tongue in my mouth to muffle my cries. He kissed me until I caught my breath, then lifted up, shifted one of my legs down between his and proceeded to fuck me like that. The pressure of my thighs pretty much closed around his dick as he fucked me, tight, was too crazy much. His hard body moving over mine…
“Fuck… Jesse… I can’t… oh my God… yeah… ah… fuck me like that…” A whole string of nonsense was coming out of my mouth, and he was loving it. Every time I begged him to fuck me harder, he groaned or panted or kissed me deeper. When I panted, “You’re so fucking big. You feel so fucking good…” I felt his cock strain inside me. He was sweating all over me. I had no idea how he was able to hold on for so long, but the man had stamina, that was for damn sure.
And just the thought of him trying not to come made me come again, the white-hot pleasure peaking through my body, a lightning bolt ripping through me. I clung to him as he kept on fucking me. But I honestly didn’t think I could take any more. As much as I wanted him to just fuck me all night, every which way, I wanted him to come, hard. I wanted him to let go… to lose control.
His thrusts sped up, and it felt so good and so raw and so intense, he had me gasping again.
“Oh, God. Come, Jesse.”
“Yeah? You want it, Katie?” His voice was all thick and husky and his entire body was hardening. He was riding the edge, and I wanted to yank him over to where I was. I wanted him to spin out of control and come crashing down with me.
“Yeah… please… give it to me…”
“Fuck… I want you.” He kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he fucked me harder.
You have me.
I sucked on his tongue and drove my fingernails into his ass. The tension rolled through his body in a wave and his hips snapped against me. He groaned into my mouth and I held him tight, my thighs wrapped around him as he came. I felt him pulse deep inside me and it was so fucking hot I wanted to come again.
He collapsed against me, burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his back, my legs going limp around his ass. I wanted to hold him like this for-fucking-ever as he breathed against me. His warm weight on top of me. His smooth, slippery skin against mine. His salt-and-cinnamon taste in my mouth.
He kissed my throat and I kind of hoped he was about to start pawing me again as he propped himself up on a shaky elbow and looked at me.
