Chapter 6
Goddess Of The Stairs
Jack
Lord, she was sweet. Like damn honey sliding down his throat. And that was before he’d even slipped that pretty lace thong off her.
It was actually a little disconcerting how much he was enjoying himself. He’d certainly been in this position a few times… well, maybe not on the stairs, but he’d never truly enjoyed himself so much.
His tongue flicked over his mystery woman’s clit and she bucked below him, her hips riding up shamelessly into his face. He liked that. The way her body lost control, even if her mind told her to maintain it. He liked riding in on a white horse. Even though he’d said he was no knight, he liked being the one to introduce a woman to what true pleasure felt like.
Even though he’d also told himself she wasn’t his type, he found that he might have been wrong. Or maybe that he didn’t have a damn type after all. Because while he normally went for blondes, he found her dark hair glorious and intriguing. He found her slender body sexy in a whole new way. Her pert breasts with their dusky hard nipples were absolutely delicious. Her flat stomach and the gentle flare of her hips had him hard as a damn rock. Those long legs of hers, currently hooked over his arms and around his shoulders… he could stare at them all dam night. And what was between them… god, he’d never tasted such perfection.
“Let me take these off for you,” he purred. His thumb hooked under the thin strip of elastic that passed for a waistband on the thong. “I want to look at you before I taste you properly.”
The woman whimpered and he took that as a yes. He slid her panties off, down her legs. There was a hell of a lot of shifting involved, but he finally removed the scrap of lace and faced his prize. God, she was incredible. Smooth and bare and perfectly shaped. His mouth watered and his dick drilled into the hard stairs below him.
“Why did you- why- why did you stop?” The nameless beauty opened her eyes and stared down at him. “Or- maybe you don’t like it?”
“You have a beautiful pussy, darling,” he assured her. “I like that. Shaved. Waxed. Whatever.”
“I…”
“You must like it too. Or maybe you’re not as much of a good girl as I thought.”
She made a noise in the back of her throat. “I’ve been getting waxed for years. You can’t just stop or it undoes all that work. I- I kept it up. It was for me too, you know.”
“So you didn’t prepare yourself just because you planned on doing this tonight?”
“No!” Her denial echoed around them and made him want to laugh, but then she shifted those long, goddess legs of hers and he bit back the words.
He brought his face back to where he truly wanted to be. He stroked her clit with his tongue and explored her further, right down to her entrance. Judging from the mewls of pleasure coming from above him, he was doing something right.
“Oh lord,” she murmured, her body twitching violently.
His dick responded, big fucking time. He was so hard it actually rivaled the stair beneath him. “I’m afraid not,” he whispered against her heated flesh. “It’s just me.”
He dipped his tongue into her entrance, penetrating her sweetly and she went wild. Those beautiful hips rose up to meet his face and she made a series of sounds that were loud enough for the damn neighbors to hear. Which was exactly what he wanted.
Something was wrong with his cock. He lapped at his glorious goddess’ pussy, trying to ignore the aching, the shivers, the tightness in his groan, the way his damn balls felt like they were going to deliver a damn rocket load that was going to be in his pants. Fuck me. Am I really considering shooting off my load in my pants like a damn teenager?
The woman’s fingers dug into his hair, bit into his scalp, in her desperation to drag his face harder into her, between her legs. He grinned and dug his tongue in a little harder. He knew he wasn’t even going to have to use his hands, though it might have been nice to put one of his fingers inside of her. He knew she’d be tight. So damn tight.
Jack shut his eyes and tried to clamp down on that line of thought. His cock ached, harder than a fucking slab of wood. He wanted to bury himself inside of her. He was about to rip off his damn pants and plunge inside of her and drive them both into a screaming fucking release, when she suddenly went rigid.
“I- I don’t have any condoms,” she breathed, staring up at him wide eyed. Her chest heaved up and down with her unsteady breaths.
“Fuck,” he ground out. Because, neither did he. “Why aren’t you on the pill or something?”
Her features tightened and he realized just how pretty she was when she was aroused to anger. “Excuse me? I think that’s a little too personal. It’s like me asking why you haven’t had yourself snipped.”
“Snipped?”
“Yeah. Fucking snipped. You know it’s a two-way street, right?”
Jack ground his teeth together so hard they nearly turned to dust. He didn’t know whether to laugh or fucking weep at the moment. “I’m pretty sure, my dear, that it is most certainly not a two-way street.”
And while he had images of undoing his pants and shoving his damn dick into her pretty mouth so he could find some fucking relief, he carefully stuffed that thought back down to the vile depths it had emerged from.
He bent his head and instead went to town. He’d promised her an orgasm like no other, after all, and he meant to deliver.
He devoured her while she shook and shuddered beneath him. When he figured she was good and ready, judging by how beautifully wet she was, he placed a finger at her entrance. She went rigid, and he decided against it. Not with her on her back. He flipped her around easily and she went, in a graceless movement that splayed her out on the steps. She caught herself and thrust herself up on her elbows and her knees. She turned around, eyes like daggers.
Until she realized that he wasn’t nearly done with her. Until his hand curled around the sweet curve of her hip and he buried his face in her pussy again, sucking and lapping and eating at her. She had some damn fortitude, he’d give her that. Unless she’d come three times already and he wasn’t aware. Most women would have been flying to the damn sky by now.
He moved his face away and brought his finger back. He swirled it over her, coating it easily in her sweet juices. He changed his mind at the last moment and doubled up. One wasn’t enough. No, she’d probably be able to hold out through that as well.
He filled her up in a single thrust, and sweet heavens, she was as tight as he imagined she would be. He thrust hard, all the while wishing it was his damn aching cock that was doing the work. The eyeful he had of her beautiful ass, his fingers pumping her full, her body straining and rocking against his hand, it was enough to send any sane man over the edge.
Her moans of pleasure sent shards of pure agony through him. His dick kicked up and down in his pants wildly. He was back to grinding his teeth again.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want you to caress yourself while I fuck you with my hand.”
“What? I can’t-”
“Yes. You can. It’s simple. Bring your finger to your clit and swirl it over it.”
“I know what touching myself feels like,” she snapped and he had to laugh.
It was obvious she wanted to deny him, but her body couldn’t fight the pleasure. Her hips rocked back and forth in time to his thrusts. He had the most obscene urge to lean forward and bite her beautiful round ass, but he refrained. There were things that were over the line, even for him. At least on round one.
She finally decided to what he said. He watched her slender finger curl over her clit. It made all the difference. Her body went rigid as a damn bow string. He literally watched her legs start shaking.
A few more curls over her clit and a few more hard thrusts of his fingers and she was gone. She shuddered and moaned, screamed out words that sounded like an entirely different language, and flooded his hand with her release.
He slipped his fingers out, glistening and soaking wet, and put his mouth on her hot, swollen entrance. He lapped at her, thrusting his tongue inside, riding out her release, which lasted for a hell of a long time.
It might have taken an eternity to get there, but he wasn’t disappointed. She writhed and rolled and mewled and whimpered and rocked against his face for over a full minute. Not that he was timing, but he was sure it lasted at least that long.
When she was done, he pulled away gently and watched, in satisfaction, as she turned herself over and collapsed against the stairs. Her chest rose and fell and her glorious breasts with those tight perky nipples shut up and down with her rapid fire breathing.
Jack turned to the side, grabbed his jacket, and placed it gently overtop of her. He reached for his shirt after and pulled it back on, body aching with every movement. All he could think about was getting the hell out of there, back to his house and into the shower, where he could pump his dick for the godman rest of the night to make up for the bluest balls he’d ever experienced in his lifetime. Hell, even a dark alley along the way would suffice. What the fuck? No. Not a fucking alley. He was damn well going to make it home or he’d kick his own ass.
The goddess on the steps, that name had a nice ring to it, stared up at him with tangled hair and wild eyes and swollen lips. “Where are you going?” she panted.
“Home.” He began buttoning his shirt even before he stood and walked calmly down the stairs. Home, before I fucking combust on the spot and leave a burn mark in your damn hallway.
He let himself out the front door. He walked swiftly, which was a bit of a miracle considering how badly his damn cock ached. It was amazing he could walk at all with the crippling pain eating away at him.
He was a block away before he brought out his phone and called a cab. By the time the yellow car pulled up and he slid in the backseat, he was entertaining thoughts about going back. Back to the house, back to his Goddess Of The Stairs. But there were things he didn’t do. The whole round one rule. Beating off onto her tits was one of them. Her giving him the blowjob of a lifetime also fell into that category.
That one was about her. He felt pretty confident he’d reached his objective. He knew he’d never see her again, but if he ever did, round two could be about both of them. He was actually painfully disappointed that he absolutely never, ever, had a round two with anyone.