Chapter 34: Thirty-three

The rest of the day was a blur of sex, food, sleep, and Reese. And maybe a little homework thrown in.

I’d been totally right about myself; I was the touchy-feely, constantly horny kind of boyfriend. Thank God Reese didn’t seem to mind. She let me experiment with pretty much anything I wanted to try. Even things I didn’t know I wanted to try until she was on top of me, riding me, and I suddenly wanted to see her ass while she bounced on my dick. So I spun her around, gripped her hips between my hands, and pumped her up and down until she panted out a breathless, “Yeehaw,” and claimed she needed a cowgirl hat.

I was too fascinated with running my thumbs over her cheeks while they swallowed my cock one thrust at a time to agree, though I’m sure she would’ve looked hot in one.

“God damn,” I groaned. “This is so awesome. I wish you could see it.” A thought struck me as I wished I could immortalize the moment forever. “Hey, can I take a picture?”

“~What~?” Her hair whipped into her face as she twisted to gape at me over her shoulder. “Don’t you freaking dare.”

“But, ~Reese~,” I begged, layering on the whine as thick as I could. “It’s your cute perfect ass taking my cock. It’s beautiful, baby.” To sweeten the pot and tempt her even more, I smoothed one hand under her until it was between our bodies, so that when she came down on me, my fingers pressed up against her clit, rubbing against the sensitive muscle. “Like art.”

“Oh, God.” She threw her head back and ground down on me, her body tightening around me as she worked herself against my fingers, seeking relief. “Oh, God,” she panted.

I tried to stretch to the side and reach for my cell phone that was sitting on the nightstand next to us, but she caught the move and slapped my hand away. “Mason!” she shrieked.

I laughed, knowing she’d do that all along—which was exactly why I’d reached out in the first place. I loved predicting her next move. But then she surprised me by gripping my thigh and sinking her nails in deep just as she cried out and started to come hard, milking me to the point that I pretty much choked on my laugh because it felt so good. Without warning, my own orgasm ignited.

“Holy shit, woman,” I gasped up at the ceiling as soon as we finished and she’d collapsed with her cheek on my shin. “How did you do that? I wasn’t that close yet, but suddenly you were squeezing around me and I was going off like a premature firework.”

Reese sat up, whipped her hair over her shoulder like some kind of badass sex fiend, and then she looked back at me with a smoky wink before saying, “A magician never reveals her secrets.”

I grinned and smoothed my hand over her ass, which seemed to remind her of how I’d wanted to capture the view forever.

Her eyes instantly narrowed. “You weren’t really going to take a picture, were you?”

I laughed. “Of course not. But your reaction was priceless.”

She smacked me in the leg. “So, you did that just to freak me out? You ~ass~! I almost had a heart attack.”

I grabbed her around the waist. “Hey, no slapping the guy who’s still inside you.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Or what?”

I grinned and slid my hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. They must’ve still been sensitive, because she gasped and arched into my touch like a cat being stroked. “Or I’m going to think your abuse is foreplay, and I’ll grow an S and M fetish and get hard every time you hit me. Just picture it,” I said, sitting upright so she was still on my lap facing away from me but my chest was flush against her spine. Then I rolled her hardening nipples between my fingers until she was arching her neck up and resting the back of her head on my shoulder. “You’ll be legit pissed at me one of these days,” I said in her ear, nipping lightly at the lobe, “throwing shoes and shit, and I’ll just want to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you like an animal. I’ll start picking fights with you for any excuse, just so I can do you dirty like that. Now tell me, do you ~really~ want that? ’Cause I’m starting to think maybe I could be down with it after all.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, shuddering when one of my hands slid between her legs and fondled her gently.

“I love it when you say that.” Tonguing her earlobe, I chuckled huskily when she shuddered in my arms. “It always tells me just how close you are to coming.”

She undulated her hips, encouraging me to stroke more, even as she shook her head. “But, we can’t again. At least not that soon.” Then she paused and hesitantly asked, “Can we?”

Which meant she wanted to. “Oh, sweetheart,” I hummed in pleasure, “~I ~might not be able to regroup quite that fast, but ~you~ certainly can.”

Then I rocked forward, unseating her from my lap and pulling free of her body so that she tumbled face-first onto the bed, landing on all fours. Right where I wanted her.

Crawling on top of her from behind, I returned to what I’d just been doing, working her breasts with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other, all the while nibbling at her ear with my teeth.

“I could give you one orgasm after another all day long if you let me.”

“Oh, God.” She bowed her face down, trembling on her knees and elbows as I stroked her closer to her next release. “You’re just… This is…”

“Widen your legs for me just a little more, would you, baby.” I nudged her knees a little further apart, knowing that would heighten the sensation for her. And, oh hell, did it ever.

“Oh…my…God,” she screamed under me, bucking up as if trying to throw me off, all the while jerking her hips into my hand as if demanding more. I held on tight and stroked her through the climax that seemed to rock through her hard. “~Mason~!” she cried as if I was torturing her.

And I guess I was. In the best way possible.

Once she was done, she collapsed onto her stomach, panting and repeating, “Oh my God. What the hell? Oh my God.” I tumbled onto my back beside her and smiled smugly up at the ceiling. This having a girlfriend thing and actually liking and trusting the woman I was with totally rocked. I was ~never~ giving this up.

“Next time you come,” I announced, “I want to taste your orgasm in my mouth and feel your sweet little pussy quiver against my tongue.

Reese just whimpered as if defeated.

I laughed and rolled onto my side so I could stroke my hand up her bare, sweaty back. “Hey, this is all your fault. Before you came along, I loathed sex and having to perform. But now… Now, I must say, it’s the best thing I ever tried. This is basically all I ever want to do for the rest of my life. You’ve created a nympho. I think I like sex more than stealing your food from you.”

She turned her head to the side, facing me. With her cheek still pressed into the bed, she smiled lovingly.

I stroked her exposed cheek with the backs of my fingers. “Thank you,” I whispered in all seriousness. “Thank you for showing me it can be fun, and beautiful, and amazing. It’s not just some dirty, depraved power play.”

She reached out and touched my cheek in return. “It hurts my heart to know you never got to see the good side of it until now. ~I~ was even able to have okay sex with Jeremy a few times before everything went south.”

I narrowed my eyes, not liking his name in our bed while we were naked and recovering from orgasms together. “Remind me to kill that guy if I ever meet him.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Why, Mason Lowe,” she murmured, “you actually look jealous.”

“It’s the caveman in me.” I rolled her onto her back so she was facing upward. “I can’t seem…to keep it…contained.” Straining out the words as if I were physically struggling with some inner beast trying to break free, I sat up and gazed down her naked body, where her skin was still flushed and pink from traces of beard burn. “I think I’m going to have to turn all possessive and claim you again just so the world will know you’re mine. ~Mine~! Not his!”

She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Oh brother.”

I shrugged. “I just can’t help it, Reese. It’s that base male part of me. I must plant my flag.” Flicking my tongue at her, I winked. “Right in your pole holder.”

Throwing back her head, she laughed so loud I’m surprised it didn’t shake the entire building. “No,” she cried through the giggles and tears of pure amusement trailing down her cheeks. “Please tell me you did ~not~ just call it a—”

Hell, yes, I’d called it that…just to make her laugh. Because I wanted to know what she tasted like when she was laughing.

I opened her legs and licked her clit, flattening my tongue as wide as I could to cover the entire area.

She interrupted her own laugh with a gasp and an, “Oh, God.”

Smirking, I glanced up at her with raised eyebrows.

She panted and her chest heaved from the desire but she still managed to frown at me. “Nope,” she said, shaking her head. “I didn’t say ~Oh, God~. Nuh-uh. I would never get so turned on right after you would use such a corny word for—”

I licked her again.

“Oh, God,” she shouted. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh…oh…”

I pushed a finger into her and then another as I sucked hard on the nub at the top of her sex. She came so fast even I was impressed with myself.

Her limbs were literally trembling when she finished, making me worry I might’ve possibly overdosed her with too many orgasms right in a row.

“Reese?” I said, stroking her damp hair out of her face.

She turned to look at me. “Not frigging fair,” she rasped unsteadily before she rolled onto her side, facing me, tucked up her knees toward her chest and then pillowed her hands under her cheek, where she basically passed out cold.

I winced. Whoops. Maybe even Reese needed to recharge every once in a while. Lying down next to her, I studied her face as she slept and I stroked her hair between my fingers. Grinning, I leaned in to kiss the center of her forehead. She was so damn special; my chest ached from how full she made me feel. Relaxing back beside her, I returned to my own pillow and continued watching her. Eventually, I fell asleep and napped with her, but not before realizing I was the luckiest damn bastard on the planet.

* * *

It was late morning, edging into afternoon when we woke again. My limbs were actually trembling I was so hungry, and Reese said she was starving as well. But when we made it into the kitchen, I barely took a sip of the orange juice she made me before I got distracted watching her walk around the kitchen in nothing but my shirt. Before I knew it, I had her stretched out on the table and was eating my breakfast straight from between her legs.

I was like a man possessed. But there was just no getting enough of Reese.

I called my mom to let her know I wouldn’t be coming home any time soon, and Reese let me borrow her calculus book so I could get a little homework done. But it was hard to do homework when your girl was sitting on the other end of the couch, naked, because we’d made a pact that I would keep my clothes off as long as she did too. And by hard, I mean, her foot kept grazing my cock, keeping it in a constant state of arousal.

When I couldn’t handle it any more, I caught her ankle, making her gasp from the sudden move, and I sent her a warning glance. “You’re asking for it, little girl.”

“Oooh,” she chanted, like a kid in school whose friend had just been called to the principal’s office. “What’re you gonna do about it? Tickle me back?”

“Oh, I’m going to tickle you all right,” I promised, grinning darkly as I pulled her along the couch toward me, making her slide onto her back so I could crawl over. Once I had her right where I wanted her and was hovering over her on my hands and knees with my fingers latched around her wrists, pinning her in place, I leaned down as if I might kiss her, only to pause and murmur, “Or maybe I won’t touch you at all.”

“Oh, God, no,” she groaned, heaving up her hips, trying to reach me. “~That~ would be the ultimate torture.”

I smiled at her, feeling mischievous. “Well, now you have me curious. I wonder how far I can take you without laying a single finger on you.”

“What?” she shrieked, gaping up at me as if I’d lost my mind. “No. That sounds like a terrible idea. Let’s go back to that tickling suggestion you made? Yeah, maybe with your tongue…between my legs. Now ~that~ sounds like the perfect kind of retaliation.”

But my mind was made up. “Don’t move,” I said. “I gotta try this.”

Letting go of her wrists, I sat up and backed off until I’d returned to my side of the couch, not touching her at all but able to see everything. “Yes,” I said, grinning. “Perfect.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “I don’t think it’s working.”

“Really?” I asked, gripping the base of my cock and stroking it slowly from base to tip, making precum well from the top. “It’s not working even a little, huh?”

Reese’s gaze dropped, and her eyes glazed as she licked her lips. “Not fair,” she uttered. “That’s cheating. You are ~too~ touching.”

“I said I wouldn’t touch ~you~,” I argued, continuing to slowly pump myself.

“So does that mean I can touch myself too?”

Hmm. I thought about it, only to answer, “Maybe. But only when and where I tell you. And not yet.”

“Oh.” From her tone, that idea seemed to appeal. “Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll play along, because now you have me super intrigued.”

I nodded, completely agreeing. “Open your legs,” I started, tipping my chin toward her bent knees. “Show me what you’re hiding in there.”

“Okay.” Sounding suddenly shy, Reese bit her lip and slowly spread her knees farther apart.

“God, yes,” I groaned, stroking myself a little harder. “You are so gorgeous. I can’t decide what I want to do first to that pretty little pussy once I touch you. Lick it, stroke it, fuck it. I want all of it.”

Moaning, she arched her chest up and gripped the couch cushions under her. “Can I touch something yet?” she asked.

“No. I’m not done looking.”

“~Mason~.” Her voice was full of exasperation and need. It was fucking hot.

“I think I’ll lick it first,” I decided, making her whimper. “Then when you’re just about to start coming, I’m going to stop.”

“Bastard,” she rasped, scowling at me, even as her hips arched wantonly, demanding I continue with my erotic word play.

“Then I’m going to lick my way up to your tits. Have I told you how much I love sucking on them? They always get so hard against my tongue. I think they like my attention.”

“Because they’re betraying little bitches,” Reese muttered as she pulled back her shoulder showing them off to me proudly.

I chuckled. “And then I’m going to move up to that mouth. God, that mouth.” I shuddered. “You remember that first day we met on campus, when we ran into each other in calculus class and you dropped all your things on the floor at my feet?”

Moaning in embarrassment, Reese shut her eyes and shook her head. “No. Don’t remind me of that.”

“You knelt down in front of me to gather everything, and when you looked up, your lips were moist and slightly parted. I could only think of one thing I wanted to do to them. I’d never had a blowjob before but I’d never wanted one like I did in that moment.”

“Why don’t you crawl up here, and I’ll give you one now,” she promised with an encouraging nod of the head.

It was tempting, so tempting, but, “Not yet,” I rasped. “Soon, though. Very soon.”

I slowed the pace on my dick because I was beginning to work myself up a little too far. Returning my attention to between her legs, I grinned. “Why, Reese, baby,” I cooed. “You’re beginning to look a little damp down there. Are you sure my experiment isn’t working?”

She made a face and muttered, “Shut up. You know it’s working. So you can touch me now.”

“Not yet,” I repeated, though I did ease closer to her until I was almost kneeling between her spread legs. “Set your hands on your thighs. Like this.” I touched my own where I wanted her to touch hers.” When she did, I nodded. “Good. Now slide them down slowly toward your pussy.”

She whimpered and her breathing picked up. When she was just inches away from making contact with herself, I commanded, “Stop.”

Huffing out a breath, she moodily followed the instructions.

“Now spread yourself open for me.”

“What?!” she cried, aghast.

I arched a single eyebrow. “Are you forfeiting the game?”

She looked confused. “What happens if I forfeit?”

“Nothing,” I said and then scooted an inch away. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Wait, no! Stop. Don’t go away. I’m not forfeiting.”

Then she whimpered out her defeat and squeezed her eyes shut as she spread herself open. “Oh, God. This feels so unnatural.”

But it looked spectacular to me. I almost swallowed my tongue at the sight of her wet exposed flesh. I was so hard, my cock literally throbbed for release. “It’s not supposed to feel natural. It’s supposed to feel amazing and so fucking wrong that you’ll never want to be right again. Now open your eyes and watch me.”

Her eyes sprang open, and she met my gaze, looking dazed.

“Don’t take those eyes off me,” I ordered, watching her face as I leaned in and blew on her.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise. “Oh, wow.” Her eyes widened as I stuck out my tongue and mimicked licking her, still not touching, but coming within inches of my mark.

“Oh my God,” she cried arching up her hips and throwing back her head over the phantom lick. “Holy shit. How did you do that? I swear I felt it all the way to my toes.”

“Reese,” I warned, darkly. “Eyes.”

Blue eyes immediately snapped to me. “I had no idea you were so deliciously dirty.”

“Me neither,” I admitted. “But I think I like it.”

She nodded dumbly. “Yeah. Me too.”

That’s when I couldn’t take it any longer. “Okay, I think I have to fuck you now.”

“Oh, thank God,” she cried. “Yes. ~Finally~.”

Except I paused, wincing as I remembered, “I’m out of condoms.”

“~What~?” Horror filled her face.

“But I have more in the glove compartment of my Jeep.”

We both glanced across the room toward the door of the apartment.

“That’s all the way ~outside~,” Reese bemoaned.

We turned back to each other, knowing we’d never last until one of us put clothes back on to run out and fetch more. “I’ll finish you,” I promised, my cock screaming at me the entire time. “Then I’ll go get them.”

But she shook her head. “What about you?”

~Yeah, what about me~, my cock agreed.

“It’s okay,” I said. But, ~no~, my cock argued, shaking its angry swollen head. ~It’s not okay at all.~

Reese grabbed my wrist, staying me. “No, wait. How about we just take care of each other? You’d never had a blowjob before me, right? So, you’ve probably never sixty-nined, either.”

Oh, damn. I had the best girlfriend in the history of ever.

So that’s when Mason Lowe, the experienced gigolo, underwent his first sixty-nine.