Nineteen
I listened to the rumble of pipes growing more distant as everyone left the house. Jiji left with Opry and Sandra, who was going to let Jiji apprentice in her veterinary hospital. She rode away on the back of Breech’s bike. I really liked Sandra; she was sweet but had a mouth like a trucker. I needed her to teach me a few choice comebacks. When Jameson took the garbage from Lani, she remarked on how happy he was since I came along. She was sassy and smart and she was perfect for Dukes.
I walked into my bedroom, pulling off my jeans and T-shirt. Leaning into the shower, I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. Reaching up, I loosened the braid Jiji had done for me today, pushing my fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp. “Ahh…” That felt so good. Discarding my bra and panties, I stepped into the shower and turned my face up to the spray.
I felt two large hands palm my breasts from behind. He pulled me flush against his groin. I felt his hard dick pressing between the cleft of my cheeks. “Oh, God, Jameson that feels amazing,” I murmured, trying to push my tits further into his warm palms.
“Mmm, babe, you like that, don’t you?” His fingers plucked at my nipples, rolling them around, pulling and twisting ‘til they were hard peaks. One had slid down my stomach ‘til his fingers found my pussy. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, letting my body enjoy the twin sensations of his big hands playing with me. He began kissing my neck, nipping lightly, and I rotated my hips, pressing against his erection. He inserted two thick fingers into my sheath, pumping in and out. His thumb strummed my clit, making the little bundle of nerves tingle. I sucked in a breath, rocking my hips in an effort to get closer to his fingers.
“Come for me, babe, let me make you feel good.”
The pressure started building inside, and I chased my orgasm ‘til it finally exploded. I came, clamping down hard on his fingers. I cried out, my body shuddering, legs shaking from the force of my climax.
“Fuckin’ love that sound, babe,” he said. My body felt liquefied; had he not been holding me, I would have slid down to the shower floor.
Slowly, my heartbeat returned to normal. Turning in his arms and leaning my upper body to rest against his chest, I said, “You didn’t get off.”
He leaned down and kissed me. “No worries, babe, we got all night.”
I smiled against his lips. “I’m good with that.”
“Go on and dry off while I take a quick shower,” he said.
Getting out, I shivered, wrapping a towel around my dripping hair and another around my torso. My body was still humming from the orgasm.
I sat with my legs folded under me in the middle of the bed, towel-drying my hair. When I flipped the towel over, I saw Jameson leaning against the dresser, watching me.
“You’re beautiful, Tish,” he said. Coming over to the bed, he took my chin in his palm, stroking his fingers over my face. “The guys were so relaxed tonight—that’s because of you.”
“Don’t forget Jiji Jameson.” I don’t want to take all the credit because she had just as much to do with it as I did. “We did it together.”
He smiled. “Yeah, you both did good.”
Smiling back, I said, “If that orgasm was my reward, then let’s have parties a lot more often.”
He burst out laughing, then got serious quickly. He leaned a knee on the bed, stalking me until the mattress tilted, throwing me against him.
Eyeing his erect cock, I reached out to stroke it, a drop of precum beaded at the tip. “I see you’re ready for round two, babe.”
He hissed through his teeth; I needed to taste him. Leaning over, I licked that drop then ran my tongue over the slit at the top, looking for more. It was salty sweet; his skin was damp from the shower and he smelled wonderfully woodsy.
Taking care with my teeth, I nibble up and down his shaft with just my lips, stroking him in a tight grip as I did. My other hand was kneading and scratching his inner thigh, moving up to skim over his taut abs and lower belly. I traced the muscle that made a V down to his groin, humming. I licked and kissed down that muscle, something I’d been fantasized about doing.
His calloused fingertips tangled in my hair, he groaned, “Suck my dick, babe.”
I licked around the bulbous head, moving my lips back and forth over the ridge between the head and shaft, he groaned so I keep doing it, ‘til he pushed in further, his thick shaft filling my mouth. I began sucking harder.
My hand encircled his dick as far as I could, but my fingertips didn’t meet. I released him from my mouth with an audible pop, blowing on the wetness afterward.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I saw him watching me suck him; his lust-filled eyes followed his dick stretching my lips, disappearing into my warm, wet mouth. I lingered, giving him a show, alternating light and hard sucks. Licking from the crown down the shaft, keeping my tongue pressed against the underside of his dick ‘til my nose hit his pubic hair. I hummed again, knowing the vibrations only added to his pleasure. I started stroking him with one hand while I palmed his balls with the other.
I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, lightly kneading his sack.
He pulled my hair, moving my mouth off his balls and back onto his cock. “Suck me, doll; that feels so good, but I need your mouth here,” he said, guiding his shaft back into the cavern of my mouth.
I sucked him, taking as much as I could. I relaxed my jaw, wrapping my mouth around him just below the base of the head and keeping my tongue as broad and flat as I could to maintain a tight seal.
I closed my hand around the base of his shaft, moving my head so my lips met my fist; no way would I have been able to take all of him without gagging.
He began kneading the back of my head, digging his fingers into my scalp and groaning as he felt the suction tightening around his mushroom shaped head. I flicked my tongue, nipping lightly with my lips, and his hand tightened in my hair, guiding me into a faster rhythm.
Reaching down, I began rubbing the soft spot between his balls and his ass with my knuckle, keeping a firm pressure.
He tensed. “I’m gonna come, Tish,” he warned, trying to pull my lips off his cock.
I tightened my lips, lightly tugging on his sack. The jolt that ran through him was followed immediately by warm semen hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed until his body stopped thrusting. I released his dick, sitting back on my heels, using the towel I had been drying my hair with to wipe my mouth. He dropped down on the bed next to me, scooping me into his arms, and hugged me to his chest before rolling me onto my back. He leaned down and kissed me; I knew he could taste himself, but it didn’t stop him from kissing me thoroughly.
Rising up on his elbows, he looked down, tucking my hair behind my ear and ghosting his fingers over my face. “Crazy ‘bout you, Tish,” he said. “That was fuckin’ hotter than hell,” I blushed and he laughed. “You’re something,” he said against my lips.
He turned onto his side and tucked me against his hard body. “Sleep, babe, you had a long day. Love you,” he breathed in my ear as I fell asleep.