Chapter 14

Sweatin’ like a hooker in church.

-T-shirt

Kennedy

He face planted in my lap, and I instinctively spread my legs so he wouldn’t hit his nose on my ankle.

He caught himself before he could drop all the way down by planting both of his hands on either side of himself, lowering his body down much more gently than I was expecting.

But he used the opening of my legs to continue down until he was face-to-pussy with me.

“It’s been four years,” he told my vagina.

I bit my lip at the way it felt to have his breath touch my exposed lips.

Just the anticipation of his mouth anywhere near me was enough to have liquid need pooling at my entrance.

He turned his mouth and skimmed the prickly length of his beard against the inside of my left thigh. He drew it up until he came to the crease where my leg met my hip and then completely skipped over the one place where I wanted his mouth above all others and moved to the other side.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headboard, grinding the balls of my feet into the bed to stop myself from moving closer to him.

Then I felt the backs of his fingers moving slowly up the outside of my thigh, splitting my attention from what he was doing with his mouth to what he was doing with his hands.

I didn’t know what to focus on, so I kept my eyes closed and just felt.

“You smell good,” he said when his nose came to hover just over the top of my sex.

His hand circled around the outside of my thigh, then his arm hooked around it and pulled out, spreading me even wider.

His hand came to a rest just at the top of my sex, two fingers spreading the lips of my sex wide, and exposed my clit to his gaze.

“I bet you taste good, too.”

Then he dipped his head forward and brushed the softest of kisses against the top of my clit.

It was only the barest of touches, but it was enough to cause my hips to jerk off the bed.

I’d never been touched by a man when it didn’t involve clothing covering the majority of my body.

Never once had anyone but me touched myself there. Not in all my thirty years.

I was a complete and utter loner, and I found a chicken’s company way more exciting than a human being’s.

What Evander didn’t know was that this—me being here, naked with him—was huge for me.

I was a massive loser who couldn’t work up the courage to talk to a male gas station attendant, let alone a man who I would consider sleeping with.

But Evander made it easy.

He made it good.

He made it feel right.

I moaned out a sound that might’ve been some sort of word, but it came out sounding garbled and incoherent.

It was obviously something to Evander, though, because he leaned forward and took a swipe at my clit—this time with his tongue.

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to remain still while also feeling every single sensation that rushed through me at the rate of a million miles a second.

And when his lips slid down the lips of my sex, trailing down the center of me with just his tongue, I hissed in surprise.

I had no clue that it could feel that good.

I had no clue that anything could feel that good.

Had I known…

That thought came and went as I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to bury my fingers in Evander’s hair.

“I’m close,” I panted, my hips now moving on their own volition.

He growled at me, then buried his face in my sex as he also buried his tongue inside of me.

I saw stars.

I also felt like I was on fire.

My thighs were trembling, my hips grinding against his face, and I was fairly sure that my heart was going to beat right the fuck out of my chest.

My hips were moving in time to his mouth, up and down and side-to-side.

But then his free hand smoothed up the back of my thigh and then skimmed over my sex, working me along with his mouth.

And then those talented fingers of his found me there—right where I needed something inside of me almost as much as I wanted my next breath.

The moment those fingers eased inside, I started to convulse.

My pussy clenched. My body bowed. My knees clamped down on his head like I was trying to crack a walnut with them.

And did I mention that I screamed?

I was an embarrassment to all of womankind.

All it took was minimal effort on his part, and I was putty in his hands.

If he asked for anything at that moment, I’d give it to him.

Why?

Because of orgasms.

Because I fucking loved him.

Oh, God!

I fucking loved him!

Before I could process much more than that, he was up on his knees, and I was up on mine.

He’d moved so fast!

One second I was on my back, staring at the ceiling, panting.

And the next I was bringing my knees up under me, and he was pushing inside of me.

I froze, half way up on my hands, as I waited for the pain.

And there was some, but not nearly as much as I would’ve expected.

But then he started to feed more into me, and I whimpered at the fullness.

I dropped down to my forearms and lowered my head to my fisted hands, saying a spontaneous prayer that I could take him.

He hadn’t been lying.

He was big.

Bigger than the small vibrator I’d gotten off of Amazon three years ago. Bigger than the cucumber I’d once decided to play with when I was sixteen.

I wasn’t a beginner when it came to dicks. I’d seen them before—in porn.

But Evander’s was awfully big, and I wasn’t going to lie about it being intimidating, because it was.

“Relax,” he murmured, smoothing one large palm down my spine to settle on the small of my back.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax, sinking further into the mattress below me as I tried to will my vagina to allow him entrance.

But what helped more was his other hand at my hip that snaked around to find my clit, circling it slowly…methodically.

I moaned into my fist, biting the knuckle, as I started to rock my hips.

With each rock on my part, he sank in a little further in. And further. And further still.

I’d just decided that he should stop, once again getting uncomfortable, when he paused, and started to retreat.

Oh, good! I’d finally met the end of him.

But when he came back inside moments later, he didn’t stop where he had before, but kept going.

I gasped, unsure that if I could take him, but then he pinched my clit, and I felt a jolt of electricity zip through me.

Each time I started to think I couldn’t take any more of him, he’d do something with his hips or his fingers, and I’d forget for a few seconds that he was as big as he was.

And then he came to an end—either of me or him. I wasn’t sure.

Whatever the reason he stopped, I wasn’t complaining.

Maybe this sex thing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Maybe if I…

He pulled out an inch, and ground himself back into me, making my heart skip a beat.

That felt good.

Really, really good.

Then he did it again. And again. And again.

Each time he moved those hips, something inside me started to build.

It started out small, almost inconsequential.

I could ignore it.

But as he continued, that tiny thing—that ball of need inside of me—started to grow.

One second I was praying for it to end, and the next I was pushing back against him, urging him for more.

More something…I didn’t know what.

He obviously did, though, because moments later he was holding my hips as he thrust fully into me and then immediately pulled all the way out, allowing his cock to kiss the entrance to my pussy, before he slammed back inside.

It was then that I realized that I was taking not just some of him, but all of him.

His curly pubic hair was hitting my ass with each thrust and grind of his hips, and his balls were beating heavily against my clit.

My eyes were crossing as I started to pant, and as much as I wanted to move my hips in time to his thrusts, he held me immobile. Practically forcing me to take what he had to give and like it.

And oh boy, did I like it.

I liked it a lot.

Way more than I thought I would.

Then something inside of me snapped.

I cried out, Evander grunted in surprise at the force and speed of my orgasm, and I completely unraveled around him.

I lost my battle to stay upright shortly after that, falling flat to my belly.

Evander followed me down, and rocked his big body above mine, using me like only he could use me.

I felt his beard tickle my shoulder, and his sweat drip onto my neck.

Not once did I stop him, though.

Not only could I not, but I didn’t want to.

Feeling that big body above mine was enough for the orgasm train to start pulling out of the station again.

And I likely would’ve accomplished another one had Evander not shuddered above me. His cock jerked, and I felt the hot splash of him filling me up, one jerk at a time, until he stilled completely.

Nothing broke the silence but our gasping breaths.

I could feel his hammering heart against my back, and I wanted to hold him tight.

My hands refused to work, however, leaving me laying underneath him while he worked up enough energy to roll over. Which didn’t happen for at least two minutes.

“Goddammit,” he groaned, moving with me, rolling me over with him, keeping us connected as he did.

I gasped as cold air met my overheated skin.

“You okay?” he rumbled, smoothing his hand down the middle of my chest.

I nodded against him, feeling my hair sliding down over my face and to his chest beneath me.

And that’s about when I realized that this position wasn’t very comfortable.

Overall, Evander was a hard guy. He had muscles on top of muscles, and although they were beautiful to look at, they weren’t all that comfortable to lay on.

“What do we do now?” I asked, wondering if he cared if we got the bed messy.

Because I could feel it between my legs. It was pouring out around his cock now, which was quickly deflating inside of me.

Was it supposed to happen that fast?

Porn never showed that stuff…what happens after.

Should I get up and run to the bathroom? Should I grab for the sheet that I could feel around my ankle? What about my shirt?

I’d just about decided that my shirt would be the best option when he dealt with it for me, handing me a t-shirt—his—and ordering me to catch it as he lifted me by the hips.

I did, and covered not just me, but him as well. Except, by doing so, I also ended up grabbing him by the curlies, too, causing him to curse when he lifted me off of him.

“Oww!” he cried out, pausing midair in his attempt to unseat me from his cock. “You have my fucking hair down there in your iron grip.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

“If I let them go, you’ll get your…errrm, stuff…all over you,” I informed him. “I’m not any good at this yet.”

He started to laugh, and then pushed me over to my knees, cursing only a few times as I practically ripped his pubic hair straight out.

“Jesus,” he grunted. “Remind me not to do that again.”

I would’ve laughed, really, I would have, but I was scared for the integrity of the shirt I was currently holding over my vagina.

“Ready for a shower now?”

He watched me, eyes resting for a few long moments at the shirt between my legs, before he nodded.

“Yeah. Probably should,” he murmured. “I think I still have dirt in my hair. Another shower can’t hurt.”

The moment his big body was at my back, I smiled…and then led him to the bathroom.

Nothing had ever felt more right, yet so wrong, than they did right in this moment.