Page 39 of Badd Ass
“Hello, dear. I just wanted to see if you were planning on joining us for dinner this evening. I’m doing a nice beef stew, and Mr. Kingsley has some fresh salmon he’s smoking. It’d be nice to know if we can count you in or out so I know how many settings to put out.”
“I…um—” Mara stuttered, hips fluttering as I circled her clit; she had a death grip on the side of the door, trying desperately to hold still and not give anything away, but I could tell by the way she was moving her hips that she was nearing the edge of climax. “I don’t—I don’t think so. Oh—god—goddammit!”
I heard a surprised gasp from the other side of the door. “Is everything all right, dear?”
“I just—I stubbed my toe against the door, is all. I’m fine.” She was writhing in earnest now.
“Are you sure? You’re acting awfully strange.” Suspicion tinged Mrs. Kingsley’s voice.
I had Mara on the cusp then. I delved two fingers inside her, gathered her wetness and withdrew my fingers to spread her juices over her clit, then sped the circling of my fingers. I saw Mara’s knuckles go white on the edge of the door, watched her shoulders tense, and then she couldn’t stop herself from moving with my touch, her hips pushing to grind into the rhythmic pulse of my fingers on her clit.
“I—um, T-M-I, maybe, but I was just about to go the bathroom. So I’m—ohhhh…I’m doing the potty dance. So, yeah. I have plans for dinner, but thank you very much, Mrs. Kingsley.”
“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know.” A pause. “And if you do decide to join us, let me know how many I should expect, all right? You could bring a…guest, if you wanted.” There was laughter in her voice, as if she were wise to the game.
“Okay, thanks. Maybe I—mmmm…maybe I’ll see you for dinner after all.”
“All right, dear. I’ll leave you be.”
And then Mara was shutting the door and twisting the lock; the second I heard the lock slide home, I was on my knees in front of her, hands on her hips, turning her to face me. She ran her fingertips over my scalp as I buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her slit, my tongue eager. She gasped as I probed her opening, her hips flexing nonstop now. I slid two fingers inside her and flicked my tongue against her clit, and then she was clutching my head to keep my face buried against her pussy, writhing against me.
“Oh yeah, Zane, right there. Just like that. God, yes.” She dipped at the knees, thighs spread apart, grinding down against my mouth. “I’m there, Zane—oh, fuck, yes…make me come.”
I thrashed her clit with my tongue and slid my fingers in and out, going hard and fast with both, pushing her to the edge and then over it. I felt her come, felt her pussy clamp around my fingers and her thighs quiver, and she was gasping and writhing and grinding.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned through gritted teeth, hips flying wildly.
I kept going, kept licking, kept fingering, and she kept writhing, and then I pulled my face away and stood up, sliding three fingers inside her and pressing the heel of my palm against her clit and fucked her hard and fast with my fingers, palm grinding, and she went crazy, groaning out loud, head pressed against the door, spine arched, hips pressed forward.
“Zane…Zane, I’m—oh, oh,oh…oh my god! I’m gonna—I’m—ohmyfuckinggod!” she wailed, curling forward.
Her forehead pressed against mine, her hands gripping into my shoulders like claws. I used my other hand to yank her bra cup down far enough that I could pinch her nipple, squeezing and twisting it to the rhythm of my touch between her legs, and then, as I felt her start to come, I clamped down hard and held on as I worked her pussy as fast as my hand would go.
Her face slid down to my shoulder and her teeth sank into the muscle along the side of my neck, a guttural groan escaping her as her hips gyrated.
“Oh—oh—oh—oh…” she chanted, “I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcoming so hard it hurts, oh god it hurts, ohmyfuckinggodZANE!”
She shattered, then, her whole body spasming, arching backward and then curling spastically forward, my palm grinding in a blur against her clit. She cried out wordlessly and a thin stream squirted out of her in a long arc just as I moved out of the way.
I scooped her into my arms as she collapsed, holding her against my chest. She was shaking all over, shuddering, eyes closed, little whimpers seeping past clenched teeth.
I laid her on the bed, gently stripping her of her shirt and then her bra. She cooperated sluggishly, moving her arms just enough to allow me to get her arms free of the bra straps. When she was fully naked, I took a moment to appreciate her body, her beauty, the flushed glow on her face, the messy tangle of her naturally blonde hair.
“You’re beautiful all the time,” I said, reclining beside her on the bed, my mouth inches from hers, “but right after you’ve come? You’re absolutely breathtaking.”
“You made me squirt,” she mumbled.
I laughed and touched my lips to hers. “Yes, I did.”
“I can’t feel my legs.”
“Does this make us even for that blow job?”
She opened her eyes finally, scintillating and brilliant and vividly green. “Based on intensity alone? Yes.” She gazed up at me, her eyes soft, lazy, and satisfied. “You should shut up and kiss me.”
I complied willingly, giving her my mouth. I was lost in the kiss. Consumed by it.
I could do nothing but kiss her, nothing but put myself into the kiss. My hands buried in her hair, clutched her closer, and she rolled into me, her hands scraping down my back to palm my ass, her hips pressing against mine. Heat seared through me at the ferocity of the kiss, need piling on need. I was a live wire, the detonation of a fragmentation grenade compressed into the touch of lips to lips, belly to belly, thighs to thighs, hands on skin and tongues tangling. I lost my breath and found it in her lungs, lost my ability to think or function or move, and found it in the writhing of her hips and the clutch of her hands all over my body. All of me was focused on her, on this woman, in this moment, mesmerized by her, drawn in by her. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t need to, because she was all the breath I needed, her mouth on mine.