Bittersweet Deceit (24 page)

He groaned and the sound turned me on even more.

Resting my upper body against his leg, I lowered my mouth over him. When I tasted his salty pre-cum, my nipples flared and my breathing accelerated. “Oh god,” I murmured. He was so thick and long I thought I would never be able to take all of him in my mouth.

Mason never liked for me to go down on him and I realized at the moment, I never asked him why.
It didn’t matter anymore.

I licked around
Stay’s ridge and trailed my tongue to his balls. Breathing in, I could feel my pussy flush again. I glanced up and Stay could tell. “Wow,” I said. He smelled divine.

“Would you kneel for me?” he said, swinging his legs to the side
of the bed.

I hopped off the
mattress, knelt down in front of him, my butt resting on my heels.

“Will you trust me?”
He took my face in his hands.

“Yes.”

“Scoot back just a bit and rise up on your knees.” He stood in front of me, gazing down. His hand caressed my cheek right before he held his cock out to me. “I’m going to use your mouth how I like. Clasp your hands behind your back. Yes, just like that. You can stop me at any time, and I’ll check in with you as well.”

Peering up, I opened my mouth.

He painted my lips with his pre-cum and dribbled on my tongue, and then said, “Suck on the very tip.”

I
sucked the end of his hard shaft and savored his taste.

“Good
, OC. I’ve often wondered if you would submit to me, and you’re a natural. Keep your eyes glued to mine. I’m going to take your mouth now.” He cupped my head in his hands and forced his cock deep into my mouth. The thrust hit the back of my throat.

Staring up
at him, my eyes watering, I was dominated by his deep-blue eyes.

“So beautiful
, Lane,” he said as he slowly pulled back and jabbed back in.

I
swirled my tongue in mid stroke and licked down the length of him.

“Are you okay? Do you think you can take more?”

I nodded, scared and utterly turned on. He’d just started and I could already feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Have you ever had a cock in your throat?”

I shook my head as much as I could with him in
my mouth.

“Another first. If you need me to stop, just unlatch your hands and
touch my leg. Thank you, OC, I’ve thought about this so often.” He angled my chin all the way up and plunged down my throat, then he immediately pulled back out. “I won’t push you too far this time. But soon ... take a deep breath for me.”

I did and he immediately incurred back down my throat farther than before. “Yesss, that’s so tight, so good.” He stroked my hair as he drew out again. “These are the kind of tears I like to see. Again?” Staring down into my eyes, he knew. “Okay. This time a few strokes.” He clutched my head tightly and rode my mouth in and out. The depth grew with each motion. “
Jesus, woman, are you sure ... you never...”

At once I wanted him to stop and I didn’t. He’d
given me so much; I wanted to give it back. And the submission took me out of myself, a vessel for another’s pleasure. Stay’s pleasure. As I hovered away from myself, I clung to the place without thought. I continued to peer up at him.

He withdrew from my mouth
again. “Can you take anymore? Between yoga and tantra my orgasms last a long time, and I’m so close. If I start—”

“Yes. I want to watch you
come.”

“Damn,
woman.” He knelt down in front of me and kissed me deeply.

I kept my arms behind me, pushing myself into him.

He intertwined the fingers of one hand in the base of my hair, kissing me harder than ever before. His free hand
reached between my legs and I flushed with embarrassment. “Jesus,” he groaned.

“I’m sorry. I think I might have leaked onto your carpet.”

He bellowed a laugh. “Never apologize for getting turned on. Do you have any idea how wet you are? How hot that is?”

“I can feel it running down my legs.”

“Touch yourself. Tell me, have you ever been this wet before, for any man?”

I reached down.
“No,” I admitted. And it was true. The blush remained on my face.

“You are by far the sexist woman I have ever known. This, you,
is telling me everything. You may not realize it, but we are so well-suited sexually.”

“Thank
you,” I said to his compliment, but I didn’t want to acknowledge the other part. “How long can you stay hard like that?”

“Honey
, with you? Forever. Once I come my cock takes a time out, but with you I don’t imagine it will be a long one. Are you ready to continue?”

“One more kiss first?”

He obliged.

I fell into his kiss,
not wanting to think about what any of it meant.

He again arrested me with his
lips, and I no longer had to think. Then he stood and said, “Are you ready?” He grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and tilted my head before gliding in. Up and down he used my throat, and I forgot myself. Lainie had fled the building and in her place a woman who wanted to give her body away.

“I’m almost there. Take a big breath for me. Okay, hold on.” He pushed his cock into my throat one last time as he cradled my head in his hands.

Tears poured out of my eyes as we held eye contact. His orgasm contorted his features and he shook as he came and squirted down my throat. “Lainie,” he yelled stretching out my name. And then he came for what felt like minutes. He pulled partially out while he continued to ejaculate into mouth.

Not only had I never been with a man
who could orgasm for that long, I had never been with anyone who released so much come.

When he finally finished, he collapsed onto the bed and held out his arms
to me.

“I’m really wet,” I said.

“I don’t care, come here.”

I climbed on top of him
and nuzzled into his neck.

“That was in
credible. Beyond my imagination,” he said.

“I’m not sure I should get credit
for that,” I said, circling my arms around his shoulders.

“Oh yes you do.”

“Stay, I’m getting your leg all wet.” I moved to get up.

He laughed
and clutched me. “Stop worrying about it.”

“I have a couple of questions.”

“Shoot.” He traced his finger down the contours of my spine.

“How
far in my throat did you get?”

He held up his fingers about an inch and a half apart.

“Bullshit. That’s all?”

“Honest to god
, but that’s great for the first time. Is your throat sore?” he asked.

“Not that I can tell. Also, what does this have to do with tantra?”

“Not a fucking thing.” The wickedness in his deep-blue eyes made me feel more than I wanted to.

I laughed
it off and said, “I thought so.”

“However, at least for me, it was incredibly intimate.”

“It was.” I folded my hands over his chest and rested my head.

He played with my hair and said, “I think we need to take care of that sopping wet pussy of yours. Do you have a preference?”

“Yes, but you already said no,” I said, looking up again.

“You want me inside.”

“Badly.” And I meant it.

“Me too, but not yet.”

“I understand,” I said.

“Do you?”

“No, not really,” I admitted

“It’s a different typ
e of energy exchange, and one I don’t take lightly. Mind you, I used to when I drank all the time. I no longer live like that, and haven’t for years. You don’t have to love me but you at least have to be healed and open to us.”

“Okay.”

“I have a suggestion. You have to be willing to put most of your weight on top of me though.”

I bristled a bit and said,
“What is it?”

“I was thinking we should take advantage of how wet you are. You can glide back and forth over my cock.”

“Oh, I think I see what you mean.” I sifted to the side and asked, “How will I come?”

“Your clit will rub against my cock.”

“Show me.”

He rolled me on top of him and lined up his semi-hard
-on with my slit. “Use my chest for leverage.”

I straddled him, my knees out wi
de, hips tilted back. As I slid forward clutching onto his firm, muscular chest, he grew underneath me. “Oh, I like this. You’re expanding.”

He used my hips to help
with the motion. He smiled and grunted. “You’re so silky and smooth. I’m getting so hard for you, Lane. And just for you.”

I stroked across the underside of his cock, swiveling my hips up and back.

“That feels incredible. Make sure your clit hits against the head. Oh yeah, just like that.”

“Oh, that
is
good.” I felt so swollen and sensitive as I continued to move. “Can you feel my clit?”

“I can feel ... all of you. Come closer,” he said, pulling me to him.

Dancing over his cock, I lowered down toward his chest and said, “Should I squeeze your nipples?”

“Not until I’m close. Let’s pick up the pace.
” He lifted my right breast and sucked on my nipple.

I groaned still massaging myself
on top of him. “I’m getting closer, oh that feels so good.”

He moved to the other side, pulling and tugging with his mouth.
Then his hands moved back to my hips and he helped me keep the fast rhythm. “Okay, Lainie, you’re on.”

I shifted my weight back slightly and
, still leaning forward, I rolled his tiny nipples between my fingers. “You definitely like that. Oh, I felt you pulse ... and again ... you’re twitching against my—” Loud groans escaped me, sounding my impending climax.

“Look down,” he grunted.

When my orgasm hit, I watched the head of his cock become visible and then retract between my folds.

He moved us even faster
, his hips jerking against me, and then I watched his come spurt out onto his chest. Once his release tapered off, I said, “I don’t suppose you have another hanky for this.”

He laughed and said, “I think w
e both need to head to the bathroom.”

“Good idea.”

He cupped his hand under the come on his chest and rushed to the bathroom.

I followed behind.
“Washcloth?” I asked.

“Under the other
sink.”

I bent down and grabbed two, tossing him one.

“Thanks.”

“Have you done that before?” I asked while running warm water over the
washcloth.

“No, I’ve never been with a woman as wet as you
were. The idea just came to me in the moment.”

“Good,” I said and I meant it.
“Stayman, that was absolutely unbelievable. I never thought I could do that and the feeling, wow. I had two, count them, two clitoral orgasms today; and you were right, they are different.”

“Seriously, it was definitely my pleasure.”

I smiled at him and asked, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“None.”

“Don’t watch me while I clean up,” I said.

“Have you never showered with a man?”

“No, I haven’t. Now you’re the one shaking your head. Just turn around.”

“OCDC, I’m going to have to get you to loosen up about your body. You
have a very, very sexy body.”

“Fine, we can start tomorrow. Now turn around.”

He chuckled and said, “Tomorrow,” with a huge smile. He left the bathroom to give me privacy.

When I entered the bedroom
Stay lay in bed under the covers. He held the sheet and blanket up for me to climb in. I took a sip of the water on the nightstand and got into the bed.

“It’s
just after six,” he said, folding me in his arms with my cheek on his chest. “Let’s take a nap and then we can go get your car in Delray.”

Stay saying Delray brought everything to the forefront. All that
we had chased away while he and I played was a mere reprieve. He quickly drifted off to sleep as my gut twisted and turned. I knew I wouldn’t nap.

I carefully extracted myself from under his arm and placed it down gently. Tiptoeing to the closet, I searched and found a pair of sweatpants I thought would fit me. I slipped into the pants and the gray shirt I wore before. I took my cell phone off the nightstand and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

My keys sat on the bar near the pizza box. I looked around for pen and paper and wandered into “the room” where I found both in the right drawer of his desk. Settling on the couch in the living room, Rusty purred next to me as I wrote Stay a note.