Page 57 of Stroked Hard
I feel so alive. At this moment, all I can think about is his fingers touching my nipple, just one little touch, one little sweep . . .
He bites down on my earlobe and wraps his fingers around my nipple. I have apraise Jesusmoment for one second before he pinches it hard, rolling the nub between his fingers.
That’s all it takes. My pussy clenches, my clit throbs to unbearable measures, and I start coming, right there, with only a little bit of nipple play. The orgasm hits me harder than I expected, causing me to clench Hollis from behind for support. His erection pressing into my ass, his hips moving slowly, my hips matching the movements as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fucking hell.” His voice is hushed, so . . . awed.
Because of me.
His hand moves off my breast, back down to my stomach. His breath is heavy, choppy in my ear, and I wonder what he might be thinking. He just made me come from touching my breast, and that’s never happened to me. Does he do that often to girls? If so, the boy has talent, that’s for damn sure.
Slowing down, floating back to earth, I catch my breath and still, waiting for him to say something. The aftereffects are awkward. What does one say? Thanks for finally grabbing my nipple? That’s not weird at all.
The silence is killing me. I’m about to say something when he disengages himself from me and turns away, his legs dangling off the bed. I turn to see his back tense, his muscles flexing and his head lowered.
What is he doing? Is he going to leave? He can’t leave; he doesn’t have keys to get back into his place.
“Um, everything okay?” I ask.
He pulls on the longer strands of his hair and answers, “Yeah, I just need to go take care of something.”
Take care of something, aka, his boner. But strangely enough, I don’t want him to leave.
Getting up from my position, I saddle up behind him and place my hands on his waist. He immediately jumps up from the bed, his hand stuck in his hair and a look of pain on his face.
Standing proudly between us is his erection, pushing up the fabric of his shorts. His words echo through my head as I stare down at him.
Dude has cock.
Sweet Jesus, does he have cock, all right. How does he stuff it all in his little Speedo?
Tearing my gaze away from his crotch, I look up at his face. There is a light blush caressing his cheeks but his eyes are full of heat.
He’s an erotic vision right now. His bare chest with a light sheen of sweat on it, his muscles flexing with intense movements, the way his shorts ride low on his waist, giving me the perfect view of the deep V of his waistline,andhis erection.
Fuck. Me. I want him so damn bad.
“Uh, excuse me.” He starts to walk toward the bathroom when I stop him.
“Don’t go.”
“What?” He turns back to me, confused.
“Do it here.” I swallow hard and add, “I want to watch you.”
If I didn’t think he could get any sexier, then I was wrong, because right here, with his eyes blazing from my confession, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, I’ve never been more turned on.
He doesn’t say a word, instead, his thumbs hook under the waistline of his shorts and he slips them down to the floor, letting them drop over his erection.
Holy shit.
My mouth waters from the sight of him, completely bare in front of me.
I did this.Icreated this visual, and I couldn’t be happier with myself.
His neck muscles strain, his shoulders tighten, and his powerful thighs spread slightly as his large hand grabs his long, thick erection. A light drop of pre-cum forms on his tip, and Hollis makes use of by smoothing it up and down his shaft. From the few strokes he’s made, his head falls back, and he makes the most insanely hot noise. A moan of epic, uterus-slaying proportions.
I’m transfixed, obsessed. I can’t look away.He’s glorious.
