Six

Nick

Four. That was how many times I made her come fifteen minutes before the food arrived, and I felt like a fucking superhero. Like I’d tackled some great feat. But watching Harley come apart, over and over, those breathy moans and the way her voice cracked when the pleasure was too much, had been all the encouragement I needed. She’d been powerless to stop or slow down the pleasure to prolong it, all she could do was submit to the pleasure and the desire I stirred within her. It was a heady fucking feeling to have a woman want you so much. So genuinely.

I’d done my best to focus only on Harley. Nothing but Harley because she’d never had sex before and tonight was, mostly, about her. But my cock was hard and leaking, hungry to be deep inside her tight pussy again, no matter how sore she was. Maybe after orgasm number five.

“Nick, please. Nick,” she moaned from somewhere deep, head thrashing back and forth even as her hips thrust against my face.

But I wasn’t ready for her to come. Not yet. “Please, what Harley?” Before she could answer though, I licked her long and slow, starting way too low for her comfort, moving up, licking the edges of her opening and all the way up to the bundle of nerves throbbing for attention.

“Oh, fuck yes. Yes! Yes! Fuck, yeah Nick!”

My cock leaked like a fucking faucet at her sounds, at the way her pussy continued to flood my finger and my mouth as I fucked and sucked her. She clenched around my finger and I pulled back, replacing the finger with my tongue. Harley’s screams intoxicated me, turned me on. I held her thighs wide and kissed her pretty pink pussy, long and slow and hard until that sexy, virginal mouth said the filthiest things to me.

“Dammit, Nick. I want you to let me come. Please!”

I laughed as I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking so the vibrations from my laughter shot through her as two fingers speared her hard and fast. Her fingers curled around my hair, tugging hard enough to sting as she fucked my face until her orgasm subsided. My tongue slowed as aftershocks made her tremble, and a low, deep laugh began.

“God, Nick! Damn you! You’re a magician, I swear!” She laughed again, sucking in air between the sexy sounds. “I’ve never been able to make myself come like that.”

As if my dick wasn’t hard enough, I now had images of Harley, flat on her back with her legs spread wide as her own fingers plunged in and out of her pussy, coated in her juices.

“Maybe I’ll show you how to get a better result. Later.” Maybe later I could get her to play with that swollen, wet pussy for me.

She laughed and her dark gaze slid to my cock, making him twitch at the hunger he saw there. Her lush mouth parted in surprise. Want. “Five for me now and none for you. I have a request for our last,” she glanced at the clock on the nightstand, “thirteen minutes or more.”

My jaw clenched. What else could I give her? “What is it?”

“That,” she pointed at my leaking cock. “I want to suck your cock and I want you to show me how to do it just how you like it.”

I groaned, looking up at the ceiling like it would magically offer up some more patience, but her small hand wrapped around my length and all rational thoughts were gone. I wanted nothing more than those plump lips wrapped around my cock as her hazel eyes looked up to me. “Say it again,” I told her as my hand covered hers, showing her just how tight to hold me, how to squeeze me.

“I want to suck your cock.” Her gaze never left mine and I could see that, mixed with the gold flecks, her eyes were several shades of green, darkening with desire with each passing moment. Without waiting for more guidance, Harley leaned over and flicked her tongue over the slit, tentative as first but with more confidence as she noted my reaction.

“Flatten your tongue, oh fuck, just like that.” Her mouth was hot and wet, plump lips providing the perfect amount of friction. “Oh shit!” The tip of my cock pressed against the back of her throat and then she swallowed around me. “Oh fuck, Harley.” I was close but it felt too good to come so soon.

My hips jerked, sending me farther down her throat, but she just moaned her own pleasure, one hand squeezing my ass and urging me on. I let her lead for a few minutes, my fingers rested in a tangled mess of hair as my hips moved on their own. She seemed to enjoy the way I fucked her face because she hadn’t stopped moaning or mewling the whole time. She pulled back and looked up at me. “Were you this turned on when you licked my pussy?”

“I don’t know.” Curious to see how turned on she was, I bent and slid two fingers between her legs. “Fuck,” I bit out as her pussy sucked on my fingers, leaving them coated and creamy. “Yep,” was all I said as I licked my fingers clean.

With a shiver she sank back onto the bed in front of my kneeling body and took me in her mouth again, licking me all around. “It’s like I can’t stop,” she moaned and deep-throated me.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t stand it anymore. Picking her up by the waist, I laid flat on my back and brought her on top of me so her pussy hovered right over my mouth. I shoved my tongue deep inside her as she took all of me, deep and dirty. Wet.

“Nick,” she moaned around my cock in her mouth as her hips began to move, rubbing back and forth against my face from nose to chin, in search of her own pleasure. Lost in ecstasy, Harley fucked me with her mouth and her pussy and I knew I didn’t stand a chance against her inexperienced pleasure seeking. She found a thread she liked and pulled and pulled until her orgasm dripped from her pussy and my own filled her throat.

“Careful, Harley,” I tried to warn but she took me so deep I felt her tongue on my balls. “Oh fuck, Harley!” My hips jerked, sending me deeper and her only response was to swallow, providing even more friction and prolonging my orgasm.

She continued to lick and suck—slower, thankfully—while her hips slowly moved. I captured her clit in my mouth and pulled. Hard. “Oh, Nick!” That orgasm released a flood of liquid so powerful I had to turn my head away as she jerked and convulsed before her entire body went slack. “Oh. My. God. Did that just happen?” She tried to scramble off me but it was more of a dead roll. “Did I?”

I grinned. “You did and it was fucking hot. I’ve never made a woman come so hard she ejaculated before.” She looked mortified but this moment would fuel my fantasies for months, maybe years to come. “How did I get so lucky?”

She grinned sheepishly. “Genetic lottery. You’re hot as hell, you know. And a magician.”

I laughed and pulled her close, letting my hands—and fingers—roam her exhausted body. “That’s a blow job I won’t forget anytime soon,” I told her. “You can suck me off whenever you like.”

Her own laugh sounded tired but still amused. “Considering how wet it got me, I just might take you up on it.” She yawned and moments later her breathing was slow and even. Asleep.

The doorbell rang and I grinned.

Six orgasms and I put her to sleep.

Yeah, I could definitely eat.