Gorgeous Consort (14 page)

I knew he wanted to see me on my knees, like every other guy, so I lowered myself then gripped his thighs as my mouth found his tip. The second my tongue touched the head of his dick, he released a moan from deep in his throat. One hand fisted my hair like he wanted to shove my mouth far onto his length.

I inserted him as far as I could go and then I used both hands to massage his shaft while I sucked his tip.

He breathed hard, and his eyes darkened. “Fuck, you give good head.”

I kept going, giving him my best moves since he did the same to me. I practically unhinged my jaw trying to take in his length and width.

“I love that big mouth.” He pulled my head back and pulled his cock out. Then he picked me up off the floor like I didn’t weigh anything and laid me on the bed. He moved over me, covering my small size with his expansive one.

I was so eager for him. I’d never wanted sex this bad. I was willing to beg for it, plead, whatever he wanted.

His lips found mine, and he kissed me hard, devouring my mouth like he needed it to survive. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he felt one thigh with his hand, touching the smooth skin from my knee to my ass. His kissed moved down my neck and he unclasped my bra with one hand. Most guys couldn’t even do it with two. He sucked each nipple until they were raw before he looked down at me. “Do you have condoms?”

“My nightstand.”
Yes, this was happening
. I hadn’t had a decent lay in months, and if Troy could do all those things with over-the-top perfection then I knew he could fuck like a sailor.

He snaked his hand inside and pulled one out. Using his teeth to rip the foil, he got it open then rolled it onto his length. It was a pink color and cherry scent. After he secured it around the base of his cock and checked the tip for space, he positioned himself over me.

Troy was the most handsome man I’d been with, and I’d thought about this moment dozens of time. He was cocky and full of himself most of the time, and he certainly didn’t understand boundaries, but he was sweet and sensitive beneath all the bullshit he projected. I found the knowledge endearing and it made me care more about him. I hated Alexia for what she’d done to him, but if I was being honest, I wish he wasn’t hurting over her anymore. I wished he would give relationships another chance. Because…I think we could be pretty good together.

He leaned over me and kissed me but didn’t enter me.

I gripped his back and moved underneath him, wanting to feel him inside me. I was so wet that he wouldn’t have a tough time getting past my tightness. But it still didn’t come.

He kept kissing me but then that stopped too. He looked down at me, shame in his eyes. “I’m sorry…I can’t do this.”

Like a wrecking ball had smacked into me, I was floored with disappointment. Everything up to this moment was amazing and hot. But now he wanted to retreat? Now he wanted to stop? “Why?”

He released a deep sigh, which was full of regret. “I don’t know…I just can’t.”

“Are you thinking about her?” The words came out of my mouth without being censored.

“No, not at all,” he said. “Just you. I don’t know why I can’t.” He looked away from me, like he couldn’t stand to look at me. Then he moved down my body and yanked my hips to the edge of the bed.

“What are you—”

His lips moved to the area between my legs and he kissed me hard like he did before. His tongue did amazing and tantalizing things to me, making me spiral hard and out of control. His tongue did all the right things, circling my clitoris then penetrating hard inside me. I gripped the sheets because it felt so amazing.

I lay back and enjoyed what he was doing. My hands moved into his hair and I pulled him further in between my legs, wanting more. When I looked down at him, his eyes met mine, and a dirty expression was on his face. He used one hand to circle my nub and he used his tongue everywhere else.

I felt the slow burn deep in my stomach and noticed the way it stretched to every other part of my body. It migrated south, and then an amazing orgasm overtook me completely and utterly. I felt like I was having a divine intervention, something out of this world. I writhed on the bed and screamed. I said his name several times, and I think I even called him king.

When I finished and came back to earth, my nipples were hard and I was panting, out of breath. I moved my fingers through my hair, recovering from the insane pleasure I was just given. It was the best head I’ve ever gotten, hands down.

Troy stood up then leaned over me. “King?” That cocky grin was on his face. “You know, I’ve been called a lot of things but that has to be the first.”

I felt so satisfied I couldn’t be embarrassed. “Leave me alone.”

He kissed the area between my legs once more. “I love the way you taste. Reminds me of watermelon.”

“I have a sweet pussy,” I teased.

“The sweetest.” He cradled me with one arm then moved me up the bed until my head was on a pillow. Then he got into bed beside me. His arm hooked around my waist like he was ready for bed.

“What?” I asked. “You think I’d leave you hanging like that?”

A grin stretched from ear-to-ear. “I was hoping you wouldn’t. But I already left you hanging.”

“You faltered but made up for it.” I moved over him then took his dick into my mouth again, which was free of the condom.

He lay back on the pillow and groaned. “You sure know how to suck dick.”

I pulled him out and jerked him off with my hand. “Thank you.”

He grabbed my neck and pulled me down to his head again. He guided me up and down, being more aggressive than before. While our intimacy was gentle and thoughtful, there was obvious heat and chemistry between us. It was an explosive relationship like I’d never had before. Perhaps it was because we were friends, or maybe it was just because he was ridiculously hot. Or maybe it was another reason entirely.

He tapped the side of my head, telling me he was about to come.

I kept going, wanting him to release in my mouth. I knew I came all over his tongue and he should do the same.

He took a deep breath and tensed. “Baby, I’m about to come.”

I deep-throated him.

“Fuck.” He gripped my neck then released. It was a lot more than I was used to, and I noticed it right in the beginning. It filled my mouth and the back of my throat. I immediately swallowed because it was so much. I kept going until he was completely done, wanting the orgasm to last as long as possible. When he was finished, I pulled away and let his partially hard dick rest on his stomach.

He sighed and closed his eyes. “You really are the perfect woman.”

I lay beside him and got comfortable for bed. But the area between my legs burned again. Seeing him come and enjoy my mouth so much got me fired up. I wasn’t sure how to tell him that or if I should.

He moved next to me then cuddled with me, his chest pressed to my back. He held me tightly, and his fingers linked with mine over my stomach. He didn’t strike me as the cuddling type but I was clearly wrong.

He moved his lips to the back of my neck and kissed me gently.

“Troy?”

“Hmm?” he said quietly.

Should I tell him? I felt a little embarrassed but he said we should always be honest. And it was nice having a fuck buddy that would please me however I wanted. It was the whole reason I agreed to this. “I want you again.”

He sat up slightly and leaned over me. “Yeah?” There was an amused look in his eyes.

“Watching you come…got me all excited again.”

“I’ll always be jealous of females,” he said as he opened my legs and moved between them. “I wish I could come twice in a row.” He positioned himself then gave me a gentle kiss on the clitoris.

“You don’t mind?” Most guys wouldn’t even go down on me once.

“I’ll eat your pussy as many times as you want. Because I love it.”

***

When I woke up the following morning, a big hunky man was wrapped around me. His arms formed steel cages, and his chest was an ironclad wall. His hair was messy from the night before, and a relaxed expression was on his face. One hand was fisted in my hair, and I suspected it’d been there all night.

Before getting up, I stared at him for a long time, noting the handsome features of his perfect face. His dark hair contrasted against his pale face, and his eyes, if they were open, would emit their own glow. I examined his hard jaw and sprinkled a few kisses there. A shadow was already coming in from not shaving, however distant it was.

While I wanted to watch him all morning, I needed to get up and empty my bladder and brush my teeth. Slowly, I slid from his arms, grabbed his shirt off the floor on the way, and then walked out.

As soon as I put his shirt on, it was baggy. It reached my knees and made me feel a million times smaller than I really was. I headed to the bathroom and did my thing before I walked into the kitchen and figured out what to cook my guest for breakfast. All I had was cereal and coffee. Hopefully, that would have to do.

I brewed the coffee then sat at the kitchen table with a magazine. My hair was a mess and all over the place but there was no saving it. I didn’t want to take a shower just in case Troy needed to use the restroom when he woke up.

Half an hour later, the door cracked. “There’s my teddy bear.”

I looked up and smirked at him. He leaned against the doorway wearing his boxers. His perfectly sculpted body got me excited all over again. And I couldn’t forget that gorgeous face if I tried. When he smiled, a dimple formed on each cheek. He was the only man I met who could be incredibly sexy and cute at the same time. “Your teddy bear had to pee and make coffee.”

“Wow…so she can do more than snuggle.” He came out then leaned down and gave me a warm kiss. The embrace was simple but I squeezed my thighs together anyway. Anytime he kissed me, there were sparks deep in my eyes. He eyed my baggy shirt. “I’ve never seen you look hotter.”

“Yeah?”

He kissed my neck. “Yeah.” Then he headed to the bathroom. “Mind if I use it?”

“It’s all yours.”

He walked inside and did his business. But when I heard the faint sound of a toothbrush, I knew he was brushing his teeth. Did he bring a spare? Or was he using mine…?

I pounded on the door. “Please tell me you aren’t using my toothbrush.”

He opened the door, and even though my toothbrush was in his mouth, he somehow smiled. He spit in the sink and shrugged in guilt. “If I’m eating you out every night, then I’m entitled to use your toothbrush.”

“But it’s
my
toothbrush.”

“So?” He cocked an eyebrow. “You’ll suck my dick but won’t share a toothbrush with me?”

“Bring your own!”

“I will. Geez.”

I growled then walked away.

“I used your razor to shave my face. Hope you don’t mind.” He shut the door and locked it before I could attack him.

“Asshole!” I returned to the table and read my magazine again.

He came out a few moments later, rubbing his cheek with a smug look. “What’s for breakfast, Perfect Ten?”

“Frosted Flakes, Nine Inches.”

He made his bowl then sat across from me. “Nine? I thought my nickname was Eight Inches?”

“Well, that doesn’t do you justice.”

A smile accompanied with dimples emerged. “You measured me?”

“Not exactly,” I said as I kept flipping through the magazine. “But I can tell.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve never measured yourself?” I asked incredulously.

“Only losers do that.” He shoveled a few bites into his mouth.

“You’re going to do it when you get home, aren’t you?”

“No…”

I gave him a look of triumph.

He stood up and started looking through my drawers.

“What are you doing? Looking for another toothbrush?”

“A measuring tape.”

I rolled my eyes. “Right now?”

He snatched it then closed the drawer. “Found it.” He sat down again then touched himself under the table.

I gave him an incredulous look. “At the kitchen table?”

“Now or never, baby.” He looked down at himself then turned to me. “Show me your tits so I can get hard.”

“No.”

“Come on.” He nudged me under the table. “Do daddy a favor.”

I made a disgusted face. “You can be so sweet then you can be so gross.”

“Fine. I’m going to remember the way you gave me head last night…fuck, that was good.” He closed his eyes and remained quiet.

“I’m right here…”

He held up a finger. “Shh…”

I sipped my coffee and tried to ignore him.

He opened his eyes a few seconds later. “He’s ready.”

“Yippie…”

He pulled out the measuring tape then did his business under the table. Then his face broke out in a grin. “What do you know? I am nine inches. Good eye, Perfect Ten.”

“I’m so glad I could be of service to you,” I said sarcastically.

“Now, how can I get rid of it…?” He rubbed his chin then gave me a meaningful look.