He widened his eyes, let his smile fade. “What might that be?”
Her eyes gleamed. “How do you expect to get your cock inside me when you still have your freaking pants on?”
His shaft throbbed against their denim barrier. “You do make an excellent point.” He pushed the piano bench away. It skidded across the hardwood floor, and in a flash his shoes, socks, jeans, and boxers mingled with the other discarded garments. “Shit.” He picked his jeans off the floor and rustled in his pocket for his wallet. When he found the condom, he ripped it open quickly and sheathed himself.
“Chandler!” Jane sat up. Piano notes, high and low, clashed.
Had he done something wrong?
“What?”
“You put a rubber on!” she whined.
“Of course I did. Safe sex and all. Don’t you want safe sex?”
“Yes, I want safe sex! But I didn’t get to suck your cock! I didn’t even get to look at it, touch it…”
God, as much as he wanted her sexy mouth on his hard dick, he was ready to go for the gold right now. “Later, baby, I promise. Right now I have to fuck you.” He thrust into her tight passage.
Home. Not so much the word but the concept permeated his mind as her warm flesh engulfed him. The dulcet moan that left her lips floated to his ears like the sweetest melody.
“Jane, you’re so tight.” He winced, trying desperately to hold on, not come too quickly.
Tiny spasms started at the base of his cock, and his skin froze. He held himself taut, immobile, deeply embedded in her moist channel until they subsided. How could she hold him so snugly? So securely? As though she were created for him?
When he’d regained his composure, he reached beneath her bottom, clinking rattled chords as he cupped the firm cheeks of her ass and tilted her hips upward. Rotating his pelvis, he began a slow rhythm removed from the frenzy he was feeling. A descant to the raucous melody of voices in his head urging him to fuck her hard, fuck her fast.
“Chandler,” Jane’s alto rasped, “do you have another condom?”
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He circled his hips slowly, grinding into her. “Yes. Why?”
“Thank God!” She jumped off the keyboard, dislodging his cock from her pussy.
He wasn’t sure he’d survive the loss.
In an instant she was on her knees before him, peeling the condom from his erection. “Because I have to suck your cock!”
“Fuck,” he growled. Her soft lips felt almost as good as her pussy. He closed his eyes, and then opened them. He’d much rather watch. “Suck it, baby. Just like that.”
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, licked his pre-cum. He’d been close to coming before, but this was ridiculous. The urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth like he wanted to fuck her pussy overwhelmed him. That long beautiful hair beckoned. He stroked the locks, testing the waters a bit. Her moan fueled his lust, and he gripped each side of her head.
“That’s it. Let me fuck your sweet mouth.” He pumped into her, letting her take all of him.
Was that the back of her throat he nudged? He felt, more than heard, the husky moan that vibrated against his cock head.
“You like to suck cock, baby?”
Her head bobbed.
“Yeah? You’re great at it.” She was.
Damn, he wanted to come. He wanted to force every last drop of cum down her throat, watch her swallow, watch her take all of him. But he had to come in that hot pussy. Had to.
“Baby.”
Her gaze shot upward, her eyes locked with his.