Sweet on My Tongue (2 page)

Tim kept Jasmine tight at his side as they walked the short
distance to his hotel. He thought the walk would cool down his raging need. It
only fueled the fire.

The brief ride in the elevator was excruciating. Jasmine
leaned against the wall, giving him a promising, heated look. Even the short
distance to his room’s door took forever. Once inside with the door shut behind
them, his control snapped.

Jasmine squealed as he whirled her around and pushed her
back against the door. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He dropped to
his knees, touched her bellybutton piercing with his tongue and then sucked it
between his lips. He made sure not to draw too hard on it but she must have
enjoyed the pressure. Her fingers speared into his hair as she moaned.

“That’s fucking sexy,” he snarled and then dipped his tongue
into her navel. Soft flesh, cool metal, he’d never experienced anything so
erotic.

“If you like that,” she managed between pants, “you’ll love
what you find lower.”

Tim froze. His head spun like a top and when it came to a
crashing halt he jumped to his feet, pressed himself against her and filled his
palms with her breasts. “Are you telling me you have a clit piercing?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” Jasmine gripped his
shirt, jerked it up and attacked his nipple. Her hot little tongue licked
before she sucked on his small nub.

In that instant he became one walking electrical current.
Nerve endings snapped, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and without
thought he ripped his shirt the rest of the way off. As she teased his nipple
her hands stroked over his pecs, down his abs and then frantically worked the
snap on his jeans.

He couldn’t let her touch him, not yet. He needed her naked,
screaming and writhing. Damn it, he needed to see that clit piercing. Tim
gripped her hips. “Jump.” He lifted, she wrapped her legs around his waist and
when her core made contact with him, she moaned.

Before they made it to the bed, Jasmine somehow slipped her
tight-fitting top off and tossed it. Now her soft breasts were pillowed against
his bare chest. The feel of her hard nipples and silky skin made him stumble.
She didn’t notice. Her mouth was too busy assaulting the junction of his
shoulder and neck.

Jesus, he couldn’t think or breathe. Jasmine rubbed her
pussy against him, right over the head of his tormented cock. The damn thing
hammered inside his jeans, eager to feel her hot, wet body surround it. No,
first he had to taste her, damn it, he spent all night wondering what she
tasted like and he would.

Tim none too gently dropped her on the bed, pushed her back
and froze at the sight of her naked from the waist up. Nothing fake about this
woman. No, her breasts were firm, tipped with large pink nipples and areolas.
Jasmine reached up and pushed her breasts together and up. When her tongue
darted out and flicked her nipple he almost came in his jeans.

He’d never seen anything like it and he wanted to join in
the fun. Shoving his knee between her thighs, Tim leaned down, braced himself
on his elbow and lapped at her nipple with her. Their tongues touched, tangled
briefly and then returned to the hard nub. Deciding he wanted a nipple of his
own, Tim moved and sucked her free one hard.

Jasmine groaned, arched beneath him and ground her pussy
against his knee. “Harder,” she cried out.

He obliged, rolling it on his tongue and pinching as he
sucked. It made her hotter. She writhed on the mattress, held his head tight to
her breast and dug her nails into his shoulder. The bite of her tiny nails
added a pinch of pain he liked.

With a groan he pulled back, turned his attention to her
shorts and unfastened them in seconds. Jasmine lifted her hips as he tugged the
material down her thighs. She wore a thin scrap of material that he made quick
work of with one yank. Her squeal of delight assured him he wouldn’t have to
replace the panties.

As he pulled the material away he noticed her clean, smooth
pussy and peeking out between swollen lips was a shiny silver ball. “Holy
shit,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure what turned him on more. Her shaved pussy
or the piercing.

Jasmine pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wide. “Told
you.”

Tim swallowed hard and then licked his lips. He couldn’t
stop staring at the contrast between her sweet pink flesh and the ball of
silver. Jasmine reached down her body, slid her hand over her mound and then
tugged on the piercing.

“It’s okay, Tim. It doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”

He watched her fingers jerk on it a few times before
slipping between her outer lips and rubbing. Shimmering juice coated her
fingers, making his mouth water. The gentle play allowed the scent of her
arousal to drift, encompassing him, dragging him deeper into the storm of lust
she cast with her first glance of the evening.

Mesmerized by her fingers working the swollen, pink and
juicy flesh, Tim knelt, letting his hands skate over the smooth flesh of her
legs. Lower and eye level now with the sight of her sex, he lost his sense of
time and place. The only thing he could focus on, the only thing he needed at
this second of his life, was to taste.

Tim leaned in. Jasmine parted her outer lips for him and he
took his first lick of perfection. As his tongue touched silky, moist flesh at
her opening and slid up between inflamed folds, sweet honey gathered on his
tongue. The explosion of erotic fragrance and intoxicating nectar made his head
spin and his body ignite into an oversensitive bundle of nerves.

The higher his tongue slid, the more he needed. Jasmine
continued to play with the silver ball in her clit and when he reached the
decorated nub he flicked it. Together they pleasured the nerves, her with her
finger, he with the only muscle in his body he had control over at the moment.
He liked that she participated instead of lying there. It added to the lust.

“Suck on it,” she pleaded in a breathy voice.

What man could argue with that request? After she pulled her
fingers away, he gripped the little ball with his teeth, tugged a few times, rimmed
the outer flesh of her clit with his tongue and then sucked them both between
his lips. The little fleshy nub rolled like a ripe berry on his tongue,
succulent, delectable and addicting.

Jasmine moaned, bucked her hips and then writhed. Tim never
let go. As he sucked her he continued to play with the metal piercing. He
pressed her thighs wider apart, buried his shoulders and settled in for a long
dining experience.

Every little once in while he released her clit, devoured
the fresh wave of mouthwatering nectar and then returned to his new favorite
toy. He knew exactly when to ease back. Jasmine was incredibly vocal with her
pleasure. Her cries grew louder as she neared orgasm. When he pulled back she
panted and even cursed.

Eager to drive her insane with lust, Tim pressed two fingers
inside her tight, hot, wet tunnel. He couldn’t contain the groan of pleasure as
her delicate muscles gripped his fingers and bathed them in more delicious,
warm juice. He fingered her in a slow, gentle rhythm, drawing out until the
tips of his fingers were nearly free and then surging forward again.

He found a spot that appeared to be extra sensitive on her.
When he rubbed it she bucked, shouted and held his fingers inside her body with
a viselike grip.

“Jesus,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”

Tim reluctantly abandoned her clit and licked the spot at
her opening as he flexed his fingers. Jasmine bolted up, fisted the bedspread
in her hands and ground her pussy against his mouth. He had her close,
teetering on the edge. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how she’d held off as long as
she had.

“No more,” she growled, bunching her hands in his hair.
“Make me come.”

He grinned, used his free hand to toy with her bellybutton
piercing a second or two and then pushed her back down on the bed. If she
wanted to come, he’d gladly grant her wish. Tim speared his tongue deep inside
her, used one hand to tug her clit and the other to rub the spot he knew would
send her hurtling into pleasure.

It didn’t take long. Her inner muscles clamped around his
tongue and then the spasm began. Her orgasm, the gripping and releasing, her
cries and whimpers of ecstasy brought him to the edge. He fought his release,
at the same time enjoying the sweet, addicting nectar coating his tongue.

Every muscle in his body ached from being tense. His balls
had tightened so fiercely he wasn’t sure they’d ever drop again and a full boil
of release burned throughout his thighs. Still, he wasn’t about to miss one
second of her coming on his tongue.

As soon as the last weak clench of her tunnel withered away,
Tim turned his attention to her inner thighs. She had to be tender. The full-on
assault of her pussy lasted far longer than he thought possible. As she lay
there panting, he gently kissed and licked the satiny flesh of her thighs.
Beautiful, tiny whimpers of delight filled the room.

“That was amazing,” she managed as he worked his way up to
her hips.

“Yes, you are,” he replied, and then dipped his tongue into
her navel.

“It’s your turn.”

Her fingers feathered through his hair as he made his way up
her abdomen, kissing the valley between her breasts. She tasted salty now and
he loved it. He always thought a good sweat was a sign of a good orgasm.

“Tim, I’m sure you’re about to come unglued.”

A kick of excitement skittered through him. He couldn’t wait
for her luscious lips to surround his cock. “I won’t last long,” he replied
before sucking a nipple. “It was all I could do to keep from coming in my jeans
with you.”

He moved up to her mouth, pressed his jean-clad erection
against her hip and let his mouth linger a breath above hers. “Can you taste
how sweet you are on my lips?” With that, he kissed her hard, deep and
thoroughly.

Jasmine licked his lips and then sucked his tongue. A
tortured groan rolled from his throat as his cock gave a hard throb. He pulled
back, panting. “If that’s any indication of how you give a blowjob, I’m in
trouble.” Jesus, those lips were lethal. So soft and spongy yet giving enough
pressure to destroy him.

“You’ll be fine,” she said, pressing against his chest and
rolling him to his back. “I promise.” She straddled his hips, worked his zipper
down and then gripped his cock through his boxers.

The muscles in his stomach clenched as he gazed up at her.
What a beauty he’d found. Her long brown hair was tousled and sexy. Her full
breasts were swollen and her large nipples were hard and erect. Fuck, he could
still see her piercing peeking out.

“Why your clit and not your nipples?” A strange question but
he knew she wouldn’t mind.

“I thought about it,” she answered, tugging his jeans down
his hips.

He watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she worked the
denim over his thighs. He lifted his hips but when he tried to help she slapped
his hands away.

“The problem with nipple piercing for me is, I don’t like
them showing through my tops. I like to go braless sometimes. The last thing I
need is people staring at the hoops pressing through my shirt.”

Made sense, he supposed. Jasmine finally got his jeans off
and made quick work of his boxers. He groaned as the soft material dragged over
his hard shaft and then she gasped when his cock sprang free and came to rest
on his belly. She stood there gazing at him for a moment, her eyes wide and a
small smile forming on those gorgeous lips. That look, that excited, eager expression
went miles to repair the damage to his ego.

Deb flung some insulting comments at him as they fought
before she stormed out. He hated to admit that the words hit their mark. His
confidence had suffered immensely. Questions about his age and ability to
appear attractive to another woman plagued him until he decided that giving up
was the only option.

“Well now,” she whispered as she removed his underwear. “I’m
impressed, Tim Rockwell.” She urged him to slide down the bed until his feet
were on the floor.

“Aw shucks, ma’am,” he said in his best fake southern drawl.

“I’m serious.” Jasmine slipped between his thighs on her
knees, gripped his hard, aching cock and gave one slow stroke.

It had been so damn long since a woman touched him, Tim
reveled in the moment. Bliss, heaven, he couldn’t put a name to it, but he
whirled around in the pleasure with a huge-ass grin. That is, until she cupped
his sac and then sucked a tight ball into her mouth.

The wet heat of her mouth surrounded his flesh as her tongue
lashed and curled around his ball. The gentle suction fried his brain,
scrambled his senses and put his body in a state of arousal that threatened to
tear him apart.

Tim sat up with a jolt, shoved his fingers in her hair and
gripped tight. The slight sting of his aggressiveness made her groan with
pleasure, sending vibrations through his balls and up his shaft.

“There’s something I should tell you,” he blurted out in a
strangled voice.

Jasmine stopped, shifted her gaze up at him and waited.

“It’s been over two years since I’ve had a blowjob. I can’t
even begin to tell you what you’re doing to me right now.” He heard the
desperation leaking into his voice. He could only hope he didn’t sound weak or
pathetic.

Jasmine’s eyes glittered as she released him and smiled. “I
see. Then I guess I’ll have to be extra,” she stroked him as she adjusted her
position, “diligent and generous with my methods.” She cradled his cock in her
palm as she licked the entire length of his shaft.

Tim’s head nearly blew off his shoulders. Maybe it was
because it had been so long or maybe because Jasmine was that good. He didn’t
know and didn’t care. He had never felt the level of bone-melting pleasure this
woman gave.

He braced himself on his elbows. No way would he miss a single
second of watching her suck him. It might be years before it happened again and
he wanted this memory burned into his brain.

“Hold on tight, Tim,” she purred and then parted her lips
and filled her mouth with his cock.

“Aw, fuck,” he growled, fighting off his orgasm.

Wet heat, soft, silky lips and the perfect amount of
pressure engulfed his shaft. She took her time devouring him, letting her
tongue caress the underside of his aching shaft. Beads of sweat broke out on
his forehead and then trickled down his temple. He fought to draw air into his
burning lungs. In the distance he could hear strangled sounds before realizing
they came from him.

Once she had him fully encased and nudging the back of her
throat, she sucked hard, bathing him in hot saliva. Tim gritted his teeth and
growled as his fingers tightened in her hair. Once again she moaned, sending
vibrations racing over his shaft.

He actually twitched inside her mouth as he bore down on
every muscle, fighting off the orgasm threatening to spill down her throat.
“Can’t do this long,” he said between clenched teeth.

Jasmine pulled back slightly and gripped the base, putting
direct pressure with her thumb on one spot. All of a sudden the urge to blow
diminished. Oh he was still on the verge, but not nearly as bad as a second
ago.

As she pulled back, he released her hair and flipped it over
her shoulder so he could get a full picture of his cock and her lips. He’d
never seen a more erotic sight in his life. Perfectly pink lips stretched,
leaving behind a wet trail. And her tongue, sweet Jesus, the way she flattened
it so it would caress his flesh was fucking hot. This woman knew what she was
doing.

Over and over she devoured him, sucking until her lips
hollowed, gripping him like a wet, eager pussy. Every so often she hummed,
electrifying his tight balls. Even the sound of her lips sliding over his
soaked cock was a massive turn-on.

Heat, tight suction, the sound and smell of their oral sex
play drove him mad until his hips were lurching off the bed and actively
fucking her mouth. Jasmine’s head bobbed up and down, her heavy breasts bounced
and when her teeth raked his cock, he knew he’d come to the end.

“Jasmine,” he growled in warning.

It was coming. He could feel it racing through him. No
stopping it now. She released his cock with her mouth, gripped and pumped his
shaft and smiled.

“Come on my tits.”

The first spurt of his hot come shot right between her
breasts, followed by a rumbling growl bursting from his throat. She pumped him
harder, thank God, because he couldn’t even make a fist at this point. Nothing
but blind pleasure surged through him, stealing his strength. Her tight little
fist worked every ounce of come from his body. Before the last spurt could spew
from his slit, she leaned forward, tucked his cock between her breasts and
smooshed them together. She bobbed up and down, fucking him with her slick
tits.

“Fuck,” he groaned, loving the sight of his head peeking out
between those lush mounds of flesh.

Somewhere in the midst of all the erotic pleasure, he
discovered his heart had relocated to his throat and was currently hammering to
break free. He’d close his eyes, try to calm the thundering organ, but no way
was he going to miss the sight of her slowly fucking him this way. Damn. He
must have done something right to deserve all this.

Eventually Jasmine released his deflating cock, crawled up
next to him on the bed and pushed him back. They lay there like that for a long
while until his heart returned to its proper placement and he could breathe without
gasping. She snuggled against him with her head on his chest.

“Give me a moment and I’ll get a towel to clean you up.”

“I can do it,” she said, and then yawned.

“No way. After what you did for me, I get the pleasure of
cleaning up the mess.”

She rested her chin on his chest and met his gaze. “So do I
get to stay for round two, or would you rather I leave?”

“You’re staying for round two, three, four and if I can
manage, five. Hell, I’m considering barricading the door for the next
twenty-four hours or six months.”

She laughed, giving him a brilliant smile with her swollen
lips. The sweet, musical sound soothed his sensitive nerves. “Sounds good to
me.”

Tim got up and padded to the bathroom. He grabbed a
washcloth, warmed it and returned to the bed. Jasmine tucked her arms behind
her head as he washed away evidence of the best experience of his life. They
hadn’t even actually fucked yet and he couldn’t stop smiling.

“You hungry? I have a few beers in the mini fridge and a bag
of munchies.” He tossed the cloth through the bathroom door.

“Bring ‘em on. I’m starved.”

They spent the next hour chowing down on peanuts, candy
bars, chips and beer. It amazed him how comfortable they were together. He
honestly liked Jasmine and hoped she’d agree to keeping in touch. Sure, they
couldn’t make a real relationship out of this, but he wanted to know how she
was doing from time to time.

With his hunger sated, his body rested and Jasmine’s long,
sexy physique stretched out on the mattress, that little clit piercing of hers
was drawing his attention again. Damn but he loved that.

“I don’t suppose you have any condoms in this room?” Jasmine
asked.

He dragged his gaze away from her pretty pussy. “As a matter
of fact, I do.” He pointed to his carryon bag. “My sister tossed a couple in
when I wasn’t looking. I discovered them when my bag went through the x-ray
machine at the airport. Imagine my surprise.” He had wanted to kill her.

Jasmine giggled as she crawled from the bed and walked to
the dresser. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as she hunched over to dig through
the bag. What was he thinking? Giving up women? Sitting here drinking in the
view of Jasmine’s magnificent naked ass made him realize how far he’d sunk.

“I think I like your sister,” she said, turning and waving
two condoms.

“Yeah, I’m thinking she’s not all that bad after all.” He
had to remember to thank the little brat when he got home.

With the hot urgency they arrived in his room with gone,
they were free to take their time with each other now. Tim glanced at the clock.
He had seven hours until he needed to check out of the hotel and nine until his
flight left. Plenty of time. He could sleep on the plane.

Tim remained sitting as Jasmine tossed a condom on the
nightstand before crawling up on the bed. He wasn’t sure how they were going to
go about initiating the actual sex portion of their evening but it seemed she
had an idea. Positioning herself directly in front of him, she got to her
knees, stretched her tanned, curvy, scrumptious body to its full length and then
cupped her breasts.

Tim reached out, he couldn’t stop himself. Jasmine shook her
head, stopping him.

“Not yet. Watch.”

Watch what? The possibilities jumbled around in his head.
Sweet, sexy Jasmine tugged at her nipples, rolling them between her fingers until
they stood like fat, juicy berries. Heat blossomed in his groin, jerking his
cock to life before spreading up his torso. He couldn’t tear his gaze away.
When she licked two fingers and continued to torment the hard nubs, he groaned.

“You like this?” she asked in a breathy voice.

He couldn’t find his voice. All he did was nod. In his lap
his cock thickened, growing heavy with lust.

“What about this?”

Jasmine flattened her palm, running it down her tummy,
grazing over her hipbones and then spreading her fingers in a V over her
protruding clit and piercing. He’d never seen a bare pussy before. He liked it.
All that clean, pink flesh exposed did something for him.

She tugged a few times on the ball before giving it a few
twists that made her moan as her hips rolled forward. Tim licked his lips. He
was desperate to use his teeth like that on her while lapping at her soft flesh
with his tongue. Jesus, he’d eaten her once and already he’d become addicted to
her taste.

“How do you like your first experience with a clit
piercing?” She continued to twist.

“I love it.”

“I can see.” Her gaze settled on his hardening cock.

He didn’t need to look to know it stood at full attention.
He could feel the flesh stretching, the blood heating and filling it to
capacity.

Jasmine slipped a finger between her outer lips, rubbed a
few moments and then slipped the long, slender digit into her tunnel. He
groaned at the sight and then moaned when she pulled her slick, juice-covered
finger out. He wanted to taste her sweetness on his tongue, damn near begged
for it. He’d never begged for anything in his life.

She continued fucking herself, rocking her hips, teasing him
with the scent and sight of her arousal. “I’ll let you taste if you do me a
favor.”

“Anything,” he blurted out.

“I want to see you stroke yourself,” she told him, still
pumping her finger in and out.

He’d never done that before, not in front of anyone. He’d
never done a lot of things before tonight, why stop now? Hesitantly he wrapped
his hand around his shaft and stroked his hard flesh.

Jasmine moaned again. “That’s hot.”

It was fucking molten-lava hot as far as he was concerned.
There they were, watching each other pleasure themselves. The harder he stroked
his cock, the faster she finger-fucked her pussy.

“You promised me a taste,” he growled.

Jasmine dipped her middle finger in her wet tunnel
knuckle-deep, did a few shallow pumps and then pulled out. She leaned forward,
her heavy breasts jiggling with the movement. Folding the rest of her fingers,
she stretched out her middle, slid it between his open lips and scraped it
across his tongue.

Tim quickly closed him mouth and sucked, wrapping his tongue
around to get every bit of honey he could find. God, a man could live off her
taste. She slowly pulled her finger out, inched away from him and repositioned
herself.

After turning her back on him, she bent forward until she
rested on her hands and knees. “Don’t stop stroking,” she purred in a sexy,
heated voice.

She spread her legs, giving the ultimate view of her firm,
round ass, did a few backward lunges, hip wiggles and then reached around and
slid her palm down one perfect cheek. His gaze fixed on her beautiful,
glistening pussy peeking out. He wanted to take her like that, slip his cock
between her juicy folds and drill deep inside her body.

Fighting the urge to bolt up and impale her, he gripped his
cock tighter, tucked his free hand under his balls and tugged. They’d drawn up
so tight they ached and he needed to relieve some pressure. Jasmine apparently
liked the sight as she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes flared as her lips
pursed into a perfect, seductive O.

“That’s it. Let me see how hot you are for me, Tim. It
juices me up,” she said, caressing her ass.

“Keep it up and I’m going to bury my tongue in your juice.”
Did he say that?

“You’ll get your chance, I promise. Patience.” With that,
she slid her hand down between her ass cheeks, letting her middle finger slip
through her crack.

His heart rate revved into overdrive as that talented finger
slipped ever so slowly down and slid into her tight vagina. The hairs on his
arms stood up seeing her pump in and out of her body. Her finger glistened,
tempting him, calling to him to lick. He had to remind himself she was running
the show and as painfully as his cock throbbed, he liked it.

“I like the way you eat me,” she said. “You’re very
thorough.” Her ass moved back and forth in rhythm with her fingering. “You even
found a sensitive spot I didn’t know I had.”

“Give me time and I’ll find another,” he growled, on the
edge of madness now.

“Let’s see.” She crawled to the edge of the bed, got to her
feet and crooked her finger at him.

Tim worked his way off the mattress, waiting to see what she
had in mind. He wobbled as his brain spun. All his blood currently boiled in
his cock. The thing stuck out from his body like a javelin pole. If he fell,
something would break. As he struggled to keep upright she returned to the bed,
sat with her back to him and then lay back with her head hanging off the side.

She reached out, wrapped her warm fist around his shaft and
led him toward her. “Together this time.”

His brain might have been struggling with balance but it
worked well enough to know what she wanted. Jasmine lifted her knees, spread
them wide and gently tugged on his cock. He leaned forward, covering her body
with his. Before he could touch her soft pussy with his lips, she engulfed his
cock with her mouth.