Smut 69: Suckle
It was one more way for him to tease her and he just adored teasing her.
Alex wanted to give Jimmy the benefit of the doubt that he was taking advantage of her little spill. She didn't want to think he'd knocked her drink on purpose. At least the wine hadn't hit her blouse at all. Not that she'd have been able to think about that once he started in. Encompassing her hand in his, he first licked then gently sucked on her fingertips. When she pointed out the wine had dripped down her hand into the fold between thumb and fingers, he sucked there, too. That was the point when she started squirming in earnest.
Long after the wine was gone he went back to sucking on her fingers. They were on desert when she spilled and he could eat his small tart with one and so he kept her clasped tightly. She made one weak attempt to get it back, but he nipped the pad of her thumb and her groan was too thick for any additional movements to be convincing. He let her go long enough to pay the bill and get her jacket on, then brought her hand up for a kiss. The kiss made her smile. The subtle pressure on her knuckle when he sucked there made her moan.
She expected them to kiss on the cab ride back to her apartment. Neither of them drank terribly much when they went out, so the cab was meant to give them the chance to make out like teenagers. Instead he took both her hands in his and put all his attention on them. The whole time he whispered to her what he'd like her to do with those hands when they got back. She wasn't sure the cabbie could hear until Jimmy mentioned her fingers circling just under the head of his cock. The poor man half jumped and banged his hand on the horn, which made them all jump. She flushed bright red; Jimmy just laughed and went on with another suggestion. The bastard pitched his voice a little louder the rest of the drive so she knew the cabbie had to hear.
Once they were in the door she thought maybe he'd move on to his usual attack. Granted that involved him wrangling her out of most if not all of her clothes before letting her get anything off him but his tie, but it would still get his hands firmly on her. He got her jacket off. And her wrap dress open. And he got her on the bed. Those were all wonderfully good things.
Only then he settled above her, pinning her to the bed with his hips and a hand, his lips moving from her shoulder to just under her ear-on one side. Back and forth, deliciously varied pressures and speeds, but still limited to that small area. She tried to twist and offer him more. He occasionally brushed his thumb over her nipple, pressing the lace against the raised nub, but he did no more. All her rough pleas were answered by delicate bites or sucking concentrated on one spot. He never stayed on that spot long enough to leave a mark, which would have given her a kind of release. No, he seemed determined to drive her insane.
When she was babbling incoherently about how hot she was, how wet, and how amazingly good she'd make it for him if he would just take off his damn clothes and fuck her already, he moved down her body to her breasts. Pushing aside the lace covering the nipple he'd so far ignored, he sucked the crinkled flesh into his mouth. Caught between his teeth, he sucked on it and flicked his tongue hard against it. He let her get a grip on his hair, but didn't let anything she did deter him from the thorough attention her nipple got. Only when she cursed him and his manhood did he let up. Instead of shifting down the way she hoped, he shifted very slightly up and sucked on the thin skin just above her nipple. There he could leave a mark and he sucked until she yelped with near pain. When he pulled back there was a deep bruise and he smiled in satisfaction. It was low enough that she had to be bare-chested for anyone to see it.
She slapped his shoulder for his trouble, which didn't stop him any more than anything else had. Seeing the mark she largely gave in to his game, laying back on the bed and pushing her dress further open. If Jimmy wanted to eat her alive, nothing was going to stop him. At least she knew she'd enjoy it.
He worked his way down her torso, licking, biting and sucking. Over her ribs and above her navel where she was most ticklish, he was considerate. Keeping the pressure firm enough that she squirmed but never yelped, he carefully eased her panties off her as he went. By the time he was low enough to blow in her navel, her panties were falling to the floor. She cursed him again, this time the words soft and filled with need.
He looked up at her to ask if she was sure she wanted him moving lower. He had no intention of entering her with tongue or fingers until she'd come for him at least once. Maybe he should tease her a little longer so she was closer? She practically gave him whiplash shoving his head toward her sopping pussy. Laughing, he told her to use those pushy hands to hold her lips open for him.
If he'd just gone on to suck on her clit everything would have been fine. He didn't. First he sucked on her fingertips making it extraordinarily difficult for her hold onto her swollen and damp flesh. Then he sucked on the skin that was between his fingers. She swore weakly when she realized he might be leaving another bruise. No one would see this one but him. When she asked him if that were his plan, he only chuckled deep in his chest.
Although he didn't press his tongue into her, he did lap at her for a long moment, tasting her excitement and giving her time to recover. Just when she thought he might be ready to give in and do something mad like fuck her or possibly take off his shirt, he sucked her clit between his teeth. Letting the sharp edges scrape over her, he applied more pressure than he had even when leaving a mark. She cried out, bucking against his face and looping a leg over his shoulders. For a second she thought she'd come, but he let up just long enough for her to catch her breath.
She used the extra air to beg. With no shame at all left, she pleaded with him to fuck her. She didn't care if he used his tongue, his fingers, his cock, or grabbed the thick vibe hidden in her nightstand. Just so she had something to fill her. Never releasing her, he shook his head. He clearly had a plan and was sticking to it. He bent a tiny bit by moving her hands aside and at least giving her the rough heat of his fingers on her labia.
It was enough. Convincing herself that any moment he would slide those fingers into her, she could relax enough for the tight suction and light flicks on her clit to send her over the edge. Throwing her head back and slamming her hips into his face, she was quite certain she wouldn't be able to move even when the trembling stopped. When she managed words, they were more please for his cock. He chuckled again and pulled away from her.
He waited until she settled and was watching him to strip. Making it into a show, he even turned when he took off his pants so she could see his ass. Only when he was completely naked did he reach down to drag her further onto the bed. He pushed her feet back so her knees were up and knelt between them. Lips curled in a wicked smile, he asked if she was absolutely sure she wanted him to fuck her.
The sentence wasn't complete before she sat up, grabbed his hips and pulled him to her. He let her drag him close but didn't enter her until she answered the question with words. Raising an eyebrow slightly at her explicit instruction on just how sure she was and exactly what he was supposed to do about it, he obliged. Still, he couldn't resist one last tease. Enter her he did, but so slowly she had time to leave deep red marks on his hips from trying to drag him closer.
Once he was fully inside her, all teasing stopped. He'd driven himself to the edge of his own resistance in teasing her. Groaning her name, he slammed into her. Each thrust came harder than the last. She used her feet to brace her against his assault, telling him the whole time how good it felt. Any minute she would come again and then he'd see just how he'd used her.
He came, grunting and grimacing like a creature possessed. His fingers tangled in her hair and he held on as if he thought she'd vanish from under him. She did no such thing; following his climax with her own before he'd fully emptied. Through it all she told him how much she loved him, what a delicious, wicked tease he was, and how amazingly good she felt.
When he finally collapsed on top of her, all he could manage was a soft whimper. Before she could get her fingers to relax enough to release his hair, she turned her head and found a spot on his arm she could reach. She felt his cock leap inside her when she sucked on his bicep. He turned to look down at her and she shrugged. A very slight bruise formed before she released him long enough to grin and whisper, "What? Now I'm hungry."
He moaned happily and buried his face against her neck. His muffled answer made her laugh out loud.
"I recommend the inner thigh. Very tender."
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