I finally managed to get away, only to have him chase me around my apartment, both of us in hysteric fits of laughter. I plopped down on the sofa, trying to catch my breath and he came down on top of me.
"Still think I'm funny, sugar?" His face was just a few inches from mine. I nodded, my face frozen with joy.
He leaned down and caressed my lips with his. It was feather-soft at first, his hands on either side of my body to keep his weight off me. I pulled my arms from over my head and around any part of Dylan I could. My legs found his waist, my arms his neck, where I could play in the softness of his hair that grazed his shirt collar.
"Take me to the bedroom," I murmured.
"With pleasure." He never took his mouth from mine, so his words were mumbled, the vibration sending a sweet sensation straight down to my core.
He lifted off the couch with me clung to him like a monkey. He started toward my bedroom, but the knock on the door stopped him dead in his tracks. "Pizza delivery!" We heard from outside my apartment.
"Damn. Saved by the pizza guy with the plain cheese pizza." I giggled into Dylan's neck as I once again slid down his now rigid body.
I looked down at his crotch and pointedly stated, "Hold that thought!"
Damn, cockblocked by the pizza guy.
With that, I ran to the door and swiftly paid the guy for Dylan's boring pizza and headed back to drop it in the kitchen. We wouldn't be eating any time soon. I had better things planned for dinnertime.
"I hope you like cold pizza," I said in a low, sultry voice. "We're gonna be a while." I walked back to where I had left Dylan standing and dropped to my knees, his low-slung jeans tented in front of my face. I pulled at the buttons while Dylan looked down at me, his eyes hooded with want.
“Mhmm,” I murmured, sliding my hand up and down his rock hard cock. His hips bucked at the feeling of my hands on him, which only spurred me on ever more.
“Jesus Christ, sugar,” he cried out when I took his full length in my mouth, letting the head of his erection hit the back of my throat. I looked up at his face through my thick lashes, pulling my head back and ever so slowly pushing forward again. His knees locked up and his hand fell gently to my hair, pulling it back out of my face.
I set my speed and moved my head back and forth until Dylan was writhing under me. Bringing my hands up off my thighs, I gripped his hips and pulled them in time with my head, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. I was becoming more and more turned on by the second. Hearing his groans prompted by me, there was something exceptionally sexy about being able to bring a man to his knees.
“Fuu—Haven. I’m gonna come,” Dylan cried out, gripping my hair tighter and sending a jolt of electricity though my body. I reached under him and pressed down on the spot between his balls and bum, with just enough pressure that his eyes went wide and he exploded in my mouth instantly.
“Holy hell!” He groaned loudly, his voice deep while his eyes closed as he pumped his hips, letting me have all of him.
Once he started to come back to earth, I pulled back, making a popping sound with my mouth as his cock came free from the suction my mouth had created.
I moved back on my haunches and stood up in front of him. His cock still half hard poking out toward me, his jeans in a pile around his feet and his head tipped lazily to his chest.
“What was that?” Dylan asked, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against his body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing still labored from being worked up.
“That was tasty.” I smiled up at him teasingly. Dylan’s cum wasn’t salty and gross. It was actually sweet and fairly tasteless, which I was most happy about.
“You’re tasty, sugar. That was something else. Damn!” He held me tighter to him and kissed me deep and hard, leaving me breathless. When he pulled back, he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip and told me in a sultry voice, “My cum on your lips is damn sexy, darlin’.” Pizza completely forgotten, Dylan lifted me up and shuffled to the bed lying me down and returning the favor plus some. “Your turn.”
We eventually fell asleep completely exhausted and sans dinner or a movie.
Jude
“Shut that fucking hole in your face!” I growled at the guy belittling his girlfriend at the table over from mine. After Haven had ripped my heart out and dumped it in a garbage disposal, I’d taken to the only place I knew would ease my soul. Jimmy’s Bar. Two hours and a half a bottle of Jack Daniels later, I was snapping and snarling at everything in sight.
“What the fuck is it to you, cocksucker?” the prick threw over his shoulder.