Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It (8 page)

Laid out at the foot of the bed this way, with her feet barely touching the carpet and her hands now pinned down by either side of her head, Taylor felt a savage desperation for anything but gentleness.  Panting, nearly mindless with need, she groaned, “You can be gentle later, Jake! God, if you didn’t want me like this right now, you shouldn’t have teased me like that at dinner! What in the hell did you expect?”

It finally hit him through his haze of lust. She was just as bad off as he was—just as hungry, just as crazed.

Fuck, what an idiot. Here he had the only woman in the world who melted his heart and made his cock literally ache with need dying for him, and he’d been wasting time worrying about scaring her off.

Fool. Idiot. Asshole.

And he didn’t waste a moment more.

Jake quickly shifted his grip on her wrists to one hand so he could give her exactly what she wanted, resting his weight on his forearm beside her head. “You want me outta control?” he grunted, shoving her skirt up to her waist with his free hand and ripping the insubstantial blue lace away. “You got it, baby.”

And then he was there, his rough calloused hand pressing between her parted legs, invading her juice soaked pussy with the unerring skill of an expert.

Her eyes were shocked wide, holding his dark, heavy-lidded stare as his fingers moved over her. They traced the swollen seam of her lips, delved inside, separating her to skim over the hard crest of her clit and then lower, circling the tiny, creamy hole. She was drenched, soaked, and he moved his fingers until she coated him, all the while holding her wide-eyed gaze. “You’re gushing, Taylor. I’ve never felt anything so juicy before.”

She shivered in answer, shifting her legs farther apart, begging with her eyes for more. This! This was exactly how she’d always known it would be with Jake—this hungry desperation for everything he could give her. She felt free. Free and wonderful and greedy for everything his savagely set features were promising her.

His rough fingertips rubbed across her swollen vulva, circling just inside the silky rim. “Just how tight are you, sweetheart?”

Taylor hoped to God he didn’t expect an answer, because all she could do was pant and tremble as he began pushing one big, blunt finger up into her, stretching the narrow passage to make room for him.  She watched as his eyes squeezed closed, and then shot back open.

“You feel like a hot little clamp, gripping me as hard as it can. Shit,” he rasped, beginning to work a  second finger alongside the first, unable to believe how hot and sweet her snug inner walls felt  stretching around him. “I’m probably gonna come the second I cram my cock in here.”

He finally got them both lodged within the tiny entrance of her pussy, then reached into her as far as he could, amazed at the tight, wet heat of her clinging depths. How in the hell had he ever lived without this? And why in God’s name had he stayed gone for so damn long?

“Jake,” she whispered, moving her hips against him with a small rocking motion. “Oh God, that feels

so good.”

He smiled like a devil as he pulled his cream covered fingers out a few inches and then surged back in, loving the way her hot little pussy struggled to draw him deeper. “That’s even better, isn’t it?”

He did it again, harder this time, and she moaned in the throws of pure ecstasy. “Your cunt likes that, being stretched so wide, touched so deep. You like being fucked by my fingers, don’t you, Taylor?”

Something outrageously wonderful was building inside of her. Something fierce and unstoppable, filling her with power, stretching her skin as her body struggled to make room for it. “Yes! Oh, shit, I

can’t—”

“Oh, yes, you can,” he laughed, loving the look of wonder claiming her flushed face. Any second now  she was going to fly right over the edge, and it was worth the pain of holding back just to see it. Her  hips were jerking up against his hand, his fingers buried deep inside the wet heat of her sticky sweet  cunt, feeling the rapid beat of her heart vibrate around them, clenching tighter and tighter. “I bet you’ll  like three even better.”

Taylor cried out as he shoved a third finger into her. It was too much, but the way he was working them in and out of her pussy felt so good, she almost didn’t care that it hurt. And then his thumb was stroking across her throbbing clit, flicking it, pressing down—hard—and she didn’t care about anything but the scream clawing its way up out of her throat as her entire body seized in pure mindless rapture.

“Jesus Christ,” she heard Jake rasp beneath his breath as her neck and back arched like a bow and raw

cries began spilling from her throat.

Tears burned the backs of her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was her body writhing beneath him; could believe even less how incredible it felt to feel the deep, rhythmic clenching of her pussy around his fingers, the hot cream spilling from her womb. It was heaven, if anything so erotically sinful could be called such a thing. And the man was obviously an expert, touching her in just the right way to keep the blissful sensations going on and on.

When the last mind shattering ripple finally faded, she felt his fingers pull free with a slick, wet suction that should’ve been embarrassing as hell, but instead made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. She knew she should thank him or kiss him or attack him for more—but it felt too good just lying there beneath him while his fingers continued to pet her, spreading the warm cream she could feel still pulsing from between her lips over her skin.

She didn’t even realize she’d closed her eyes till she heard him say, “Taylor, look at me, sweetheart.”  She thought he might smile at her sweetly, trying not to embarrass her, but there was nothing sweet about the way Jake was staring down at her. His eyes were wild, dark green, fired with need, and there was a small tick throbbing in his clenched jaw.

Oh, man.

His weight was still braced on one bulging arm beside her head, his hand still trapping both her wrists at what should’ve been an awkward angle now, but felt just fine. She wanted to moan at the loss of his other hand gently stroking her still trembling pussy when it pulled away—but he startled her by sucking his glistening, cum-soaked fingers straight into his mouth.

“What are you doing?” Taylor winced at the croaking sound of shock in her voice, but she couldn’t  help it. It was so thrillingly intimate, watching Jake suck on her cream, his eyes going dark with  pleasure from her taste.

Holding her fascinated stare the entire time, Jake slowly let his fingers slip free. But he couldn’t resist licking the remaining, intoxicating taste of her off his skin, collecting it from between his knuckles with wicked flicks of his tongue. She tasted so sweet, so sexy; he just wanted to eat at her for hours on end.  Just shove his face into that drenched cunt and lap and burrow with his tongue until he’d swallowed

down every drop.

“What am I doing?” he growled, his nostrils flaring at the enticing scent of her juices on his breath.  “Something I should’ve done the first time I ever laid eyes on you, honey. I’m getting my first taste of  the one pussy I’ve always wanted to be mine.”

His hand moved back between her legs, collecting more pearly drops of juice and cum on their rough tips, and then he was pressing them to her lips. “Taste them, Taylor. Open up and see how sweet you are for me. It’s like honey and strawberries, all sugary and warm, just flowing down my throat. I can’t get enough of it, baby. I just want to fucking drown in it.”

Her lips parted the barest bit and he pressed inside, stroking her tongue. Her eyes closed on an embarrassed groan, but then she closed her mouth around his fingers and sucked harder. Oh hell. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Suddenly everything was happening at once as Taylor felt herself being roughly pushed up the bed.  Jake straddled her legs as he made short work of stripping her shirt and bra off. Then his mouth was at her breasts, drawing her nipples tight, sucking with a strong working motion that included his jaws and lips and tongue, taking her in as if he’d eat her whole.

She writhed beneath him. The sucking motions of his mouth shot straight to the core of her pussy, making her flood with need all over again. And all the while Jake’s clever hands were working between them, ripping at her skirt and his own shirt. She didn’t know how he managed it, when it seemed his mouth had never left her breasts, but then he was pressing down on top of her and she could feel the heat of his body searing against her sensitive skin. She loved the feel of his naked, hair-covered chest, his hard-muscled torso, the long, muscled length of his pant covered legs, and the huge, burning mass of his erection ramming into her belly from behind his fly.

His mouth found hers, their tongues tangling with the lingering taste of her juices, and she almost cried with relief when he growled, “Spread your legs for me.”

But he was moving down her body, taking love bites along the way, and she suddenly realized just what he wanted to do to her.

Oh, no—there was no way in hell she could do that right now. Was there? It was too intimate, too tempting, too—too everything!

“Um, Jake, I—”

“Do it, Taylor. Right here, right now, while you know I’m watching you. I want you to do this just for  me, babe. I want to see it all, every little pink inch of that beautiful cunt that belongs to no one but me  now.”

Her thighs shifted, moved the barest bit apart, and he was arrested, kneeling with his knees on either side of her own, his green eyes dark and hungry. She moved her legs a bit more and he shuddered from fucking head to toe.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his big hands stroking over the satin smooth skin of her hips and her belly,

urging her on. “More, Taylor.” His voice was gruff with need, stroking her with sensation. “Give me

more.”

Her knees had separated again to the point where he could slip between. He knelt there; his eyes glued to the heart-stopping sight of her creamy cunt being slowly revealed to him. It was soft and pussy pink and unbearably delicate, dripping wet, glistening in the soft glow of light. His mouth watered, tongue impatient as he waited for her. He wanted her to do this for him—needed to see her offer herself up to him and give herself over. He wanted her complete surrender to this volatile thing that had always been between them, waiting for its time, desperate for it.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice as shaky as his hands. “You’re beautiful, Taylor. A goddess,  sweetheart.” His hands caught her behind her knees, urging them higher, pushing them out at her sides.  Then he caught her hands where they twisted in the sheets and pulled them between her legs. She  panted, twisted, as if she didn’t know whether to follow him or bolt in panic.

Jake placed her fingers against the puffy lips, holding them there with his own when she would’ve pulled away. He knew her eyes were probably wild, shy, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from the beautiful sight of her spread legs long enough to check. “Don’t be afraid of me, honey. You don’t ever have to be afraid of me.”

A startled laugh escaped her. “I’m—I’m not afraid,” she wheezed. “I think I’m, um, embarrassed.”

A growl purred its way up the back of his throat as he moved her fingers over slippery flesh, wetting her with it. “Don’t be, Taylor. You’re so pretty and sexy and small—I swear I’ve never seen anything like it.” His wet fingers pulled away from her own, settling on the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs, making wet imprints as he held her open. She moved to pull her hands away, but he groaned, “Don’t move them. Leave them right there and open yourself for me.”

“I can’t,” she whispered, her head shaking. “I don’t—”

“Hell, yes, you do. You want this, Taylor. I can’t shove my face in here and eat you out till you open it  up for me, baby. And I can’t wait any longer.” His fingers bit into her tender flesh as he struggled to  hold himself back. “Come on, Taylor. Spread your pretty little cunt lips so I can suck on that ripe clit  and fill you up with my tongue. I’ll fuck you with it till you come all over me, and then I’ll cram you so  tight with my cock it makes you scream. Now—do it right now!”

Taylor squeezed her eyes shut, threw back her head, and did exactly as he commanded.

“Look at you.” His hoarse words tumbled over one another in his need and excitement. “Wider, babe. I

want you spread wide open. Like that. Hell yeah. Just…like…that—”

And then he was there. Her back arched hard at the first hot touch of his lips, and then he was everywhere. Lips, tongue, teeth. There was no part of her left untasted, untouched, unexplored. He licked his way along her swelling lips, over the tops of her fingers, and then delved inside, stroking the sensitive skin of her vulva, lapping up the pearly drops of cream with greedy satisfaction. His thumbs joined her fingers, keeping her spread, and he licked and suckled all that sweet, rosy skin that he’d been waiting for his entire life. No woman had ever affected him this way. This was what he’d always craved…always loved…would’ve died for. This right here, having Taylor laid out and spread open for

him, feeding him with her gorgeous, sopping little cunt.

She was so fucking incredible. Juicy and sweet and clean, gushing for him the way he’d always known she would. Beautiful, hoarse cries were spilling from her throat, her hips lifting against his face, drenching him. He couldn’t get enough of it. He closed his lips around the taut peak of her clit and suckled like he had at her nipples. She screamed, flooding with juices, soaking his face and the insides of her thighs. Christ, she was the most responsive woman he’d ever known. And it was just for him. All for him.