Everly
The waythis man kisses me is an art form. It’s never the same. The rhythm of his movements is ever-changing and complimentary. Soft, deep, chaste, wanton. Hands cupping my face, tugging my hair, dragging down my thigh. There’s nothing presumptive. I get lost in the softness of his lips and the confidence in how they meet and tease mine. The way his tongue sensually dances with mine, seeking with intention. Jack’s mouth is the only thing I can focus on. The determination of his lips, the way the scruff on his face rakes along my chin and upper lip as he shifts, his hand fisting my shirt at the back and the other as it grips my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my fingers through his hair, as the man kisses me as if I’m his air.
“I want you so badly right now, Everly.” He drags his mouth to my neck and nips, then stands and picks me up with him, bringing me back to the counter behind me. I push him back slightly and look at his sexy mouth for a moment. Then, my gaze lifts to his. His eyes search mine for the reason why I’m pushing him away.
I drag my hand down his chest slowly. He watches, waiting to see what I’m going to do. Jack pulls some kind of newfound confidence out of me. A sexual bravado that must have always been there, but one that’s been tamped too far down over years of mediocre chemistry and hurried experiences. The way he looks at me makes me feel like the bottom just dropped out from beneath my feet.
My hand moves from his body to my own, and I wedge it into the rolled band of my sweatpants, gliding it lower, and dipping into the waist of my already soaked panties. I swipe my two fingers along the edges of my core. The space that I’m craving for his mouth to venture and play. A come-hither motion that sets me off and has his eyes fixed on the movements beneath the garments. I pull my hand out, and before I can even move toward him, he doesn’t miss a beat, taking my hand in his and bringing my fingers into his mouth with a groan.
Then, as if unleashed, he’s yanking the top of my tank top down and rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb before diving forward to suck. “Jack. I need you, please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for other than him. More of him. I want to flood my senses with him.
He answers my plea and pulls me off the counter, spinning me around with my back to his front as he grinds into me. The groan and gravel in his voice turn me on even more as he tells me, “I’m still hungry, beautiful.” And with that, he pushes me forward so my belly and chest rest on the cool countertop. From behind, he rips my sweatpants and undies down my legs, leaving them bunched around my ankles before I can even register the movements. Grabbing my ass cheeks in each hand aggressively, he spreads them up and apart, making room for his face to be buried deeply. He licks my pussy from clit to slit with a flattened tongue and back again.
“Oh my God, fuuuuuuckkkk.” I can only push out swear words and then his name in between moans after that. He works his mouth and tongue over me with such ambition that if eating a woman out was a career path, Jack would be the mogul. My legs shake. From behind, the way his mouth feels, and the way he could care less about just diving into me, feels forbidden and exquisitely indulgent. He grabs my ass tighter. I think he even slaps it, but at this moment, I’m so far gone in a state of chasing the euphoria and the anticipation of an orgasm, that he could do anything to me, and I’d let him.
“That’s right, baby.” He grips one ass cheek while working two fingers into me, and somehow reaches around, rubbing light circles directly on my clit. This man needs no guidance. Whatever homework he’s done, or instincts he has, are irrelevant; he works my body like he knows the coding and algorithms for my orgasm to spill over at the exact moment he wants it to happen. The thrusts of his fingers move with greater intent, and I’m so wired, I move to meet them. “That's it, beautiful. Fuck yourself on my hand. My cock is so hard right now, just watching your ass move and the taste you left on my tongue. So fucking good.”
“Jack…”
I want all of him to be touching me. His mouth and hands. He curves his fingers and they hit exactly that place that brings an instant flash of heat. I can feel my orgasm starting to wind through my body.
“That's it. Give it to me. Come for me, beautiful.”
And I do. A cataclysmic wave of rolling darkness takes control of my body, moving up the backs of my thighs, low in my belly, through my core, and taking over every remaining part of me. The chaos of it feels like the ocean pulling me under, and I can’t do anything other than surrender. Let it toss and turn me until it's had its way, and only then can I resurface and breathe. How incredible those few breathless, frenetic moments feel.
I lie still until the things around me and the person who sent me into the most exquisite experience come back into focus. Jack turns my face to look at him and kisses me lightly. I smile, and then I realize I’m lying ass up across the counter in my kitchen, where I also live with my three brothers.Did I just black out?
This realization must register on my face because Jack quickly says, “They’re not here. They left just before you came home. Don’t worry.”
I stand up slowly and smile, my eyes half-lidded, still recovering from the bliss. Without saying anything else, Jack pulls my tank top and bra off. “What are you…?” Then he pulls my sweatpants and underwear that are still draped around my ankles off my legs completely, taking my hand and leading me to the stairs across the living room.
“I’m not fucking done with you yet.”
“Let me grab my clothes. I can’t just leave those…”
Jack stops and smiles, jogs back to the pile I just left behind, grabs them with one hand, and then stalks toward me. He’s quick, and as soon as he approaches, he picks me up and hoists me over his shoulder. I squeal and laugh as he carries me, swatting my ass cheek as he trots up the stairs. We make it to my room, where he drops me in the center of my bed.
“Everly, I need to be inside you right now. I’m so fucking turned on, and my dick feels very left out of all the fun.” Jack drags his shirt over his head and quickly unbuckles the belt of his jeans. In just a few short movements, he’s naked and his heavy cock points directly at what it wants. Me. I’ve never been the woman to gawk at a man the way I do him, but I can’t help but stare. I can’t just let him sink into me without tasting him. It’s only fair and I’ve never wanted to taste and lick a man more in my life.
“You’re looking at me like you want to devour me.”
As Jack crawls up my body, I take in his handsome face and the perfection of his toned and muscled body. Before he can settle between my thighs, I push him over and move on top of him. Kissing his plush mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. “I don’t want to devour you. I want to savor you. That orgasm was…” I blow air from my lips, trying to articulate just how amazing he made me feel. “My body is still buzzing from it.” I start to move down his torso. “It’s my turn to play for a bit.”
He grabs my shoulders to stop me. “I’m already so close to coming, Everly.”
“Good. I want to taste all of you.”
He groans, whispering, “Fuck,” before he sits up higher on his elbows to watch me.
I sink back on my knees, popping my ass up in the air and tease him with my mouth. Drawing a line with my tongue, I move from the base of his cock to the edge of its crown and across the slit. When I slow down enough to dip slightly and taste the bead of excitement that escapes, Jack bucks his hips and groans. I love how much I can turn him on and prolong the orgasm I know is so close to escaping him. Flattening my tongue down to the base again and back up, I wrap my lips around him and swirl the tip into my mouth, pulling him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby. You’re going to kill me here.”
Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I work his cock with both my hands and mouth to the point where I know he can’t take it any longer. With a final pull, I pop him out of my mouth and crawl up his body. I need him inside of me and now. He grasps my hips to help as I move and position him right where I want him. As I rub him against my pussy and drag him up and down so he hits my clit, I already know it won’t take long to lose control all over again.
“You’re so sexy. Goddamn. That’s it, baby, take what you want from me.”
I sit down slowly, taking my time to get used to the fit of him. The stretch hurts so good it drives a shiver down my back. Buried to the hilt, I start to circle my hips and grind. We haven’t taken our time connected like this yet, being able to ride him and draw out each thrust and pull of my hips so that I can feel the push and drag of his cock. I’m so concentrated on how it feels that I haven’t looked up. Jack’s hand on my chin jerks me out of my lustful daze and it pulls my eyes back to his. Those ocean blue eyes.