My cock is hard, and she hasn’t even touched it. Her eyes close, and in the stillness I ask, “You sure this is okay with you? After everything that’s going on?”
“Jack, life is hard enough as it is. When it offers me something good, I’ll never say no.” She sits against the wall, her legs outstretched. I move closer to her, on my knees.
“And this is something good?” I ask.
“This is something great.”
“I think so, too,” I tell her, not fully understanding how greatness matters when you feel like your life is on the verge of collapse.
But watching—as Tess unhooks her bra, as her perfect tits fall out, as she takes my face and guides me to her chest—I begin to see.
And maybe, during my entire adult life, as I’ve written music, looked for words and stories and a way to tell the truth, I’ve been missing an integral part. The most important piece. How true can anything be when there isn’t pain mixed with the joy?
And as my mouth sucks her gorgeous tits, licks the creamy skin of her neck, as she strokes my cock, rolls my balls in her hand, I see.
I see that this moment, in her bed, is the most intimate I’ve ever been with another person. Tess, a cocktail waitress on the run, is changing me.
And I’ve only really known her a day.
She may say she needs to go, leave this city, but as she presses her mouth to my cock, tastes my thickness, holding my ass in her hands as she takes me deep in her throat, I know.
I know there is no way in hell I’m gonna let her go.
TESS
Taking him in my mouth makes me so wet. I know this entire day has been an emotional ride, but right now, I’m giving myself this little gift of escape.
And my body is thanking me.
I know Jack and I aren’t something that will last beyond our little hook-up, but right now the timing couldn’t be more perfect.
I’m not saying I need a cock to feel good about my life or myself. But I do need a cock to get me hot and bothered, to make me momentarily forget any of the other shit I need to figure out.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Now I sound like a creepy runaway, because I didn’t share the details that matter. And I won’t. Not now, maybe not ever.
Still, Jack is already wrapped up in this. And nothing is going to change for either of us in the next hour.
So. His marvelous cock is in my mouth. He’s on his back on my bed, and as I lean over him, taking him as deep as I can, his hands reach for me.
I don’t hesitate. I want him to touch me, release me. I straddle him so my ass is in his face, and I continue sucking him nice and good. I know he loves it. Pre-come releases from his tip and I lick the salty cream, wanting to get him off so I can taste more of him.
All over me.
I just want Jack’s seed on my skin, my breasts, my face, all over me. I want to be marked with his come. I don’t want to be washed clean; I want the sticky smell of him on me all night long.
As I suck him, he pulls off my panties and smacks my ass, and I groan in pleasure. He buries his face in my opening, licking my slit up and down, and with each flick of his tongue I feel desire drip from my pussy.
“You like that, girl, don’t you?” he asks.
I can’t answer because I don’t want his cock anywhere but in my mouth. Instead I thank him by sitting lower on his face, so my pussy is right up against his scruffy face.
I swivel my hips, and he growls in pleasure. My pussy is thrumming in delight, pulsing as he fills my folds with his tongue. He licks me so good, my clit is on fire. He sucks the little nub until I can’t hold back any more.
He sucks me off, moving his tongue in a tight little circle, again and again and again, until I can’t help myself. I moan, “Oh, Jack, oh yeah. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. He smacks my ass, and plunges three fingers deep into my pussy, hitting my g-spot like a fucking god, as if he’s touched my body for years and knows every single spot that will make my pussy pour.
“Oh, your pussy likes that. Your pussy is soaking me, girl,” he says as he moves his fingers in and out of me until my body falls off him.
And still he doesn’t stop.
My legs are spread and he kneels before me, pressing his fingers deeper until I’m squirting all over. I’m coming so fast. I grab the bed sheets, screaming his name as he pounds me with his fingers until I’m finger-fucked raw and good and hard. Just like I needed.
My come is everywhere; his chest is slick with my juice, but I can’t think of washing him up, not now. All I can think is that I need his cock back in my mouth so he can come all over me the same way I came all over him.
Pushing him back down on the bed, I put his hard cock in my mouth, and his hands run over my ass.