Messalina: Devourer of Men (24 page)

I move away from him and crawl onto the bed, knowing what kind of presentation my ass, garter, and stockings make as I do so. I turn over and lie there on my back, resting on my elbows, and my legs crossed at the ankle. The bed is so lush and rich I sigh with contentment. He approaches.

“Touch yourself,” he orders me, his voice deep with desire.

I can’t see his face. He is silhouetted against what little light comes through the windows, but I get a thrill at the command. I start stroking my cleavage before caressing my belly. I let one hand go beneath my garter belt to touch between my legs. Then, with the other, I unsnap the front clasp of my bra, letting my breasts free. He sucks in his breath as I squeeze and pull at my own flesh. One advantage of having large breasts is that you can suck your own nipples, which I do. From his heavy breathing I can tell he likes that move. I sit up so I can remove the bra completely, bringing myself within a few inches of him, and take the combs out of my hair, letting its cool, sleek waves fall heavy past my shoulders.

He is taking off his clothes like a prizefighter about to enter the ring. I hear the
whoosh
his belt makes as he rips it through the belt loops and the sound of metal as he undoes other buttons and the zipper to his pants.

“Ooh, Jared, hurry,” I mew, caressing and squeezing my breasts. When he stands naked before me, I trap his jutting cock in my cleavage and press my breasts together hard.

“
Jesus
!” he growls and begins thrusting into me. A drop of his essence lubricates my chest and I put my lips to the task, tasting his saltiness.

I force myself, and him, to go slow. For the first time, I’m able to deep-throat him and take in his long, full, thick cock, but he’s not fully aroused yet. Nevertheless, I think we are both proud of my accomplishment as he lets out a few short pants. For several minutes I work him, taste him, and love every minute of it. When he extracts himself from my mouth, his penis is a large, wet, shiny rod gleaming in the dim light.

Turnabout is fair play and Jared wants his turn. Gently, he pushes me back on the bed and kneels between my legs, stroking them from their stocking tops to the tops of my ankle-strap heels and back again. I reach to touch his head and caress his hair, my fingers trailing through the thick auburn strands.

His eyes fix on mine as he goes down until his mouth reaches its target. My breath catches in my throat and I close my eyes as his tongue whips me into shape. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and drapes my legs over his shoulders. His mouth is like a warm velvet hand cupping my intimate center, caressing my ache as I clench around him. His tongue probes far, twisting and tasting while his hair rubs like satin between my thighs.

“Ooh, baby . . .” I sigh as I come.

He kisses and nibbles his way back up, over my hips, his tongue tickling my tattoos. He pays special tribute to J.E.T. on my right hip and I smile, stroking his head. Then he continues his journey to my navel, and then up the center of my belly to the space between my breasts. There he spends a few moments, gently pulling and sucking. Now, he’s at my neck, the weakest part of my body in terms of my resistance, and I clutch at him. I can’t wait any longer.

He raises his head and looks at me. “Ready?”

I nod. All it takes is for him to shift his hips and he finds my entrance. I moan as he engulfs me.

“Ah, yes, purr for me, kitten,” he breathes, slowly thrusting deeper. “Take me in.”

“Jared,” I sigh, “love me . . .”

Those must have been the magic words, because he grabs my hands and pins them on either side of my head, his mouth crushing against mine and he proceeds to do so. He impales me hard and deep, moving slowly, deliberately, making certain I feel everything.

“Evadne,” he breathes into my mouth. “I need you so much.”

His words make my pussy lips swell with heat and passion and I transfer this to him by gripping his cock tighter, keeping him lodged deep. I don’t mind his squeezing my hands so hard it hurts. I don’t care if he turns me black and blue as long as I can feel his warmth and his love flow inside me. I rock my hips and he raises himself above me.

Still holding my hands in place, he starts slamming into me hard and fast, making my breasts quiver. The look in his eyes and the force he exerts tells me the movement of my ample bosom is an unexpected bonus. I throw my head back and offer my neck for him to bite, to suck, to worship. He does and I cry out with my second orgasm, clamping my legs around his waist.  

“God damn it, Jared, fuck me!”

A loud, guttural roar is his reply as he nails me deeper into the mattress. I become a live wire beneath him, gyrating and writhing. He releases my hands so he can brace himself and I cup his face for a kiss. We try to smother each other with our hungry mouths, and when I break away, our breathing is harsh and fills the room along with the steady rocking sound of the bed.

“Eva,” he bites out through gritted teeth, each thrust making me cry out. “I want more. Give me more!”

I pull at his hips, urging him deeper. Looking up at the cathedral ceiling, I can only imagine how we appear with his hulking body plunging into mine. The thought brings me to climax again and this time leaves me weak.

He pulls out of me and I moan in disappointment, but he touches my cheek reassuringly. Getting up, he leaves me lying in a lewd position and too feeble to do anything about it. He stands at the side of the bed with his cock still erect in front of him, but his face is again hidden by shadow. My eyes drift closed.

“You are so beautiful, Evadne.”

He speaks so softly it’s almost as if he’s thinking out loud. I open my eyes. “Jared?”

“Shh. Be still.”

He stands there, silently stroking himself. I lie there open and wait. He lifts my left leg and removes my shoe. Then he does the right foot. Placing a knee between my legs, he balances himself and undoes my garters and gently rolls my stockings down. He moves away.

“Turn over.”

It takes me a moment but I obey and he unhooks my garter belt. When it falls loose, I arch, raising my rump in the air so I can slide the garment away. Jared moans and soon his weight is upon me, forcing me down. I turn my head and we kiss. He squeezes my breasts before letting one hand slip down between my legs. I arch against his erection and he groans. He reaches to push his cock down but lets his hand linger on my ass.

“Evadne,” he says, his breath hot against my ear, “have you ever had it there?” He touches my asshole and I gasp.

“No.” I bury my face in the mattress, not sure what his reaction will be. Sure enough, he’s silent. His fingertip touches the entrance and presses, opening me ever so slightly. I suck in my breath and he stops.

“Will you let me?”

I raise my head from the pillow. “Yes.”

He kisses my shoulder and strokes my bottom. I lay my head down and close my eyes. I feel him leave the bed. He returns a minute later and has me lie with a pillow under my hips, raising me up slightly. Then, starting at the base of my spine and working his way back up, he starts kissing and rubbing me once more.

“Loosen up, it’s important. I’m not gonna hurt you, sugar.”

He says that last bit with so much tenderness and care that if he wished to rip my heart out, I’d let him.

“I know you won’t,” I whisper. 

He kisses my shoulder again and makes me stretch my arms out and starts massaging them. When I start breathing deeply, he goes to the next step: preparing the way. I hear him squeeze out some lubricant before feeling two, cold, slick fingers slide between my ass cheeks and press into me. I gasp.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks quickly.

I sigh and push against him, making his fingers go deeper. “No . . . please . . .”

“We can’t rush this, darlin.’”

He continues stroking inside me, his fingers gently moving up and down, in and out. Resuming his position between my legs, he simulates the action he’ll soon be doing when his fingers are replaced with his cock. He removes his fingers and rolls to his side.

I look over to see him put on a condom and squeeze on more lubricant. Up and down I watch his fist pump and prime his shaft and I moan in anticipation. He turns his head to me and the pale light makes his face look ghostly, like an angel with earthly, carnal desires.

“Are you sure you want this?” His eyes radiate the light coming through the rose window, enlarging his pupils and making his gaze both bright and dark. I reach out to trace his high cheekbone to his full, luscious lips that reflect a smile back to me. He moves back on top of me.  “Just relax … and breathe deep.”

When I feel the head of his cock touch my ass, I tense.

“Relax, Evie. Please, honey.”

His cooing words and his nibbling at my neck dissolve anymore hesitation and I relax enough for him to push a half inch inside me. I suck in my breath.

“Sugardoll,” he moans into my shoulder with so much tenderness and relief, I melt, letting him advance more. He reaches beneath me and begins stroking my pussy, his long fingers softly stroking my clit, causing me to grind against his fingers and push back against his cock.

It is slow going but worth it. I am in sweet agony feeling a combination of being ripped open and stuffed simultaneously. Some moments later, Jared gives a sudden thrust and we both cry out. He is completely lodged and I constrict around him. He embraces me and we lie still, both of us trembling.

“My God, Jared,” I say, turning my face to him.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, his eyes full of worry as they search mine.

“Jared,” I gasp. “This . . . is
wonderful
.”

And we stare at each other in utter amazement. He looks at me with so much longing, like he can’t believe I’m letting him love me this way. I can’t keep the tears back.

Then we move, neither one of us taking our eyes off the other as we rock along slowly. He lets me adjust to his size and the motion, stroking my hair, his hips gently pushing into me. He smiles.

“I’m gonna have to come up with a name for you and this lovely, hot ass of yours.”

            I smile, close my eyes and enjoy the ride. “How about Miss Hot Crossed Buns?”

            He gives a throaty chuckle. “Nah. It has to be seductive . . . like you.” He kisses my shoulder and raises his head suddenly. “Sister Friction. That’s it. From now on, whenever I want to have your ass like this, I’m gonna call on Sister Friction.”

            I chuckle. “We really are a couple now.”

            “What do you mean?” He rocks gently against me, going in and out, pressing deeper and deeper.

            “We’re speaking in code.” I sigh and my eyes roll back into my head. It doesn’t take long for him to make me come again. When my eyes focus, I see the faraway look in his eyes telling me he’s about to come too. A few more solid thrusts, his body tenses, then collapses. I ease him down to earth, my back cushioning him. He holds me tighter in his arms and sighs.

“Dear, sweet, Eva.”

An aftershock trembles through him and then me. I reach up to stroke his face. He kisses my palm. I don’t know why I feel compelled to do so now, but I must ask.

“Jared?”

“Mmm?”

“Is this what you did to Sarah?”

He is still for so long I don’t know if he’s asleep, if he heard me, or just too angry to respond. Finally, he answers.

“Yes.”

It is not until I nuzzle my head against his that he relaxes and kisses my hand again. I hold on to him as tightly as he holds me.

I fall asleep on my stomach. Our sleep is heavy, like we’ve been drugged. I feel a tug in my hair and open my eyes. Jared’s left arm and leg remain draped over me, the sheets tangled in a mass across the bed.

He is fast asleep, running his fingers through my hair. He looks innocent like a child, so pale and pink. I touch his chin with my forefinger and he sighs. His caress soothes me back to sleep.

* * * *

The next morning is rough. I have to urge Jared not only to get up and drive me home so I can change, but to keep him from begging me to call in sick.

“Don’t go.” His puppy dog eyes and kiss-bruised lips make it very, very difficult for me to resist but I do.

“Jared, I have never played hookie on my job. Besides, I have to go. I’m giving an exam today.” I run my hand through my hair, trying to summon the energy to get out of bed as Jared’s fingers trace a design on my back. Then I realize he’s not drawing, but writing, and it’s the same thing again and again.

L-O-V-E Y-O-U.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder, and sure enough, he’s watching me, waiting for me to catch on. Normally, I think it wise to ignore confessions of love made during the height of passion, or even in the afterglow, but he’s not playing, not after what we just went through. His message changes.

L-O-V-E M-E?

Still smiling, I nod and turn around so I can rest on top of him.

He gives me a kiss. “Good. Time for a quickie?”

I frown.

“Time for breakfast?”

I look at my watch. It’s seven-thirty and my class is at ten. I smile.