Chapter Twenty-One

Levi

T he covers were suffocating. I threw them off, hoping the exposure would help cool me down, help settle the boiling lava that was my blood as it surged through my veins, creating a dull roar in my ears.

"Damn it," I hissed to nobody in particular. The stir of air across my body only made me stiffer. "Go away."

My cock, lying hard against me, the tip flat against my stomach, didn't listen. It twitched and demanded attention, the purple head shiny and smooth in the low lighting.

I groaned, looking away and up at the ceiling, wishing I could see sheep bouncing across my vision. Instead, I saw what I really wanted. Sarah, bouncing on my cock, her breasts dancing while she clutched at the back of her head, face screwed up in the intense pleasures of pre-orgasm moments.

That didn't help the near painful stiffness between my legs. My shaft was absolutely rock hard, flooded with hot blood and in need of attention. Given I was alone in my bed without company, there was only one way out.

Closing my eyes, I took my shaft in my hand, feeling just how hard I was. I wanted her so badly. I let myself dream of that—of the one person who could satisfy all my urges.

I recalled the way she would touch me, the way my cock looked huge in her hands as she wrapped them both around my shaft, softly stroking up and down. She would look up at me, a wicked glimmer of delight plastered on her face a moment before she let spit fall from between her perfectly plump lips.

It splattered on the tip of my cock, and she rubbed it in with her hands, turning my shaft slick, allowing her fingers to better slide up and down on it. The top two fingers of her right hand slid over the ridge and onto the head of my cock and then back down my shaft. Stroke after stroke after stroke.

My hand mimicked her as best I could. I jerked myself off to her touch, trying to recall how her nipples felt when she dragged them across my chest while coming up for a kiss. The taste of her mouth. The way she would moan into me as I tweaked a nipple before she sank back down, as eager for what she was going to do next as I was.

There was something special about that, about a woman who loved to suck cock. I groaned now, unable to keep quiet as I remembered how she would moan and almost grind against me with her body. Oral fixation, she'd called it. I didn't care. It was amazing .

Precum leaked from the tip of my cock as yet another reminder came to me. Sarah didn't have a gag reflex. Or if she did, she was excellent at ignoring it. My cock disappeared down her throat again and again while she let the spit fall from her mouth, coating me.

Her fingers would use it to rub into my balls, teasing them, touching them, forcing me to groan and call out her name, telling her she was a good girl, my good little cocksucker, over and over.

She liked that, reveled in it, really, and it drove me nuts .

"Fuck."

My arms hit the sheets, and I lay there again in abject frustration, staring at the ceiling. What I wanted was right there . In the room across the hall. I was so close to her. To the one thing that could truly satisfy me at the moment, and yet somehow, I was worlds apart. Unable to have it.

Precum was pooling on my stomach now. I was beyond aroused. I was agitated and needed to come soon , else I risked it becoming that painful tightening termed as "blue balls."

Almost angrily, I snatched it up again, jerking harder and faster. I wanted to sleep. Now, I would need to shower once I was done relieving myself. Then maybe I could settle down and—

A sound from across the hall froze me instantly. Not moving or daring to breathe, I listened again. Did I imagine it? All a part of the fantasy in my mind, reconstructed from our previous hookups?

I twitched as I heard it again. There was no doubt that time. It had been a moan.

Flexing my abs, trying to calm my cock, I slipped from the bed, as silent as night, and crept across the floor to my door. Listening there, I could hear it again. They were slight, muffled as if she had an arm or perhaps a pillow across her mouth. It was doubtful most would have heard her.

But my hearing wasn't normal. It was better than that, and I moved into the hallway, my cock leading the way. I paused at her door, listening to the woman I wanted on the other side. She must have been feeling similar, wanting similar.

Before I knew what I was doing, I opened the door and let myself in, staring at what I saw before me.

Sarah lay on the bed, the covers down to her waist. Her breasts were fully exposed, although she had her hand wrapped around one, pinching the nipple with her fingers. The other hand was below the covers, between her legs, moving fast.

As I entered, she froze, head swiveling toward the door. Then she started to cover up.

"No." My voice cracked through the room. "Put your hands back."

Sarah stared at me and hesitated. Then, slowly, she returned them to where they'd been. One on her breast, one between her legs.

My hand dropped to my cock. Her eyes followed and widened as she saw how hard I was. I stroked myself slowly, wondering if she could see the precum. I hit the base of my head and groaned as a finger slipped over it.

"Your hands were moving when I came in," I said, voice tight as I struggled to remain calm. I flexed my abs, working to draw some of the blood away from my cock.

Sarah nodded, the motion jerky and unsteady, but the hand on her breast resumed playing with her nipple. A moment later, I saw the covers move between her legs. At the same time, her mouth parted ever so slightly.

Her eyes were fixed on my cock, watching me as I played with myself. Her tongue darted out and across her lips. I knew she wanted it, wanted it deep in her mouth. One of her favorite things to do was to come with my cock down her throat. It was one of my favorite things, too.

"Get rid of the covers," I ordered, still standing in the doorway. While she did, I stepped fully inside and closed the door behind me.

Her body lay exposed before me, and I drank it in, from her hair to her toes and back, marveling at the perfectness of it, the toned muscles from her years and years of training. The curve of her hips, the power of her legs, perfect for bouncing up and down on me, and all the rest.

Eagerness had me halfway across the room. Her hands stopped moving as I approached.

"Keep going," I ordered. "You look amazing. All of you. I want to watch you, hear you."

"Hear me what?" Sarah asked, finally responding with words.

"I want you to come for me," I growled, my cock now above her breast as I stared down at her, longing to reach out and touch her. To make her tremble. But there was something about the space between us, something that kept us in our own pleasures that was arousing in itself.

"You do, do you?" she moaned, spreading her legs wide, giving me a full view of her pussy. It was wet and glimmering in the light coming through the unshuttered window.

I groaned as she slipped a finger inside herself before rubbing it over her clit. Her back arched slowly toward the ceiling.

A drop of precum dripped onto her breast. She gasped, more in delight than shock, and her hands moved faster. I stroked myself, watching her face as another dribble of precum connected the tip of my cock with her nipple for a brief moment.

Then her hand switched breasts, and using one finger, she rubbed it into her breast. I shuddered, growling and squeezing my abs hard to stop from coming right then and there.

Sarah grinned and bit her lip.

Then her face widened, and her mouth opened in a long moan. Without thinking, I shoved my cock into her mouth.

Immediately, she convulsed, thrashing around on the bed, rubbing her clit like mad, her moans leaking out from around my cock as she came.

I, meanwhile, was holding on for dear life, every part of me wanting to erupt in her mouth and fill it with my load as her tongue flicked against the underside over and over again.

After a moment, Sarah sank back into the bed, still panting, but sated. "Damn, I forgot how much fun that was," she whispered, biting her lip.

Her body lay exposed to me, relaxed but aroused.

"I agree," I remarked.

"But you didn't come," she pointed out.

"Not yet. I'm not done with you."

"Oh?" Sarah bit her lip, looking up at me with lust in her eyes. "And just what else are you going to do to me?"

"I'll show you." I reached out to finally touch her.