I looked down at the two bags in my hand.
“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten yet,” she added, reaching me and reaching out, looking to take a bag and start eating.
Before she could grab it, I dropped the one bag onto the floor, not giving a shit about food, eating, breathing, nothing else that wasn’t involving us fucking, then I turned to face her, snatched her hand out of the air that was inches away, and forced it against the front of my shorts.
Tori gasped when she felt my dick.
It was hard. It was throbbing. And she needed to get on it immediately.
In case that message wasn’t coming through clear enough, I spelled it out for her.
“We’re fuckin’ first. Right here. Couch or floor, but I’d prefer couch since you’re gonna be ridin’ me. Still got rug burn on my back from yesterday and don’t feel like adding to it. Shit’s hot, but it sucks in the shower. Those tits are gonna be in my face the entire fuckin’ time, and I don’t know how it’s gonna be possible but you’re keepin’ those pants on. Rip ’em to get me inside. Pull ’em down a little. Whatever. I’ll let you figure it out. Then after we both get off, we’ll get to the food I brought, which includes the pineapple fried rice. Shit looked good so I got two orders of it. But you ain’t touchin’ the food, babe, until after we fuck. I’m firm on that. You got me?”
She blinked. Her hand tensed around my zipper, putting pressure there I took as a yes.
The other bag of food hit the floor. My back hit the couch after grabbing a condom out of my shorts. Tori’s pants were ripped down the middle seam at her pussy, and a second later, I discovered she was bare underneath when she sank down, putting me inside.
Chapter Thirteen
TORI
“Oh, God. I’m so close,” I moaned, back arched, head thrown back, hands gripping strong, powerful thighs beneath me and hips jerking frantically, chasing that miraculous feeling that was building and building fast thanks to Jamie’s cock and that piercing I wanted to dedicate my nightly prayers to. Also, the filthy words coming out of Jamie’s mouth. Those were helping in a big, big way.
“Yeah … look at you. Taking my dick like you were made for it. So fuckin’ hot, Tori.”
“God, your tits. Shake em’. Fuck yeah. Wanna stare at these all fuckin’ day.”
“Nothin’ like it. Jesus. Ain’t nothin’ like your cunt. Nothin’ feels this good, baby.”
He always talked during sex. Jamie was never quiet, but God, it seemed like the more we did it, the hotter his words became.
Plus, his smell. Amazing. That was working me up, too. Like a dirty surfer boy bottled up. And the way I knew his hair looked right now, fallen in his eyes and messy from my fingers. The pressure of his hands on my hips. The way he was staring up at me, also something I knew he was still doing even though I had my eyes closed. The way he could still feel commanding and controlling beneath me. Oh, and his noises. God, he made the best noises.
Okay, so basically everything attached to Jamie and everything he was doing.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Get down here, babe. Want those tits.”
I kept my eyes closed. My head tipped back. Body arched and hands gripping as I moved faster and faster on top of him.
I wasn’t going anywhere. This felt too good, Jamie’s cock and the angle I was taking it. His piercing, right there, rubbing inside me in that same spot, over and over, and if I bent forward, he’d move. I’d lose that.
So, no way. Sorry. Not happening.
“Tori.”
The heat was spreading between my hips. I put my weight on my shins and bounced up and down instead of grinding and oh, oh, that was even better.
“Yes,” I panted, sliding up and down his cock. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Legs.” Jamie’s fingers tensed on my hips. “Tits, babe. Now.”
“Shut up. I’m close.”
I bounced faster, only slamming down on Jamie two more times before I was being jerked forward, my nipple was getting sucked, my arms were being pinned behind my back and held there in a death grip with one of his, and my pussy was getting his cock slamming deep as he drove up and into me repeatedly.
I was proved wrong. Moving did not mean I’d lose that fabulous piercing rubbing in that same spot over and over and the delicious angle I was taking it. Moving meant that fabulous piercing would go from merely rubbing that spot to rubbing while hitting it at a deeper angle, a better angle, adding extra friction and giving it at a faster, more promising, better than anything I’d ever felt, rate.
“Jamie!” I cried out, growing wetter as I took what he was giving, not having much of a choice and, God, not really wanting one either.
This was amazing. The time before this, amazing. And the time before that. Each time getting better.
Meaning, this wasn’t amazing. This was something greater than amazing. I just didn’t think a word had been invented to describe it yet.
“I tell you to give me your tits, you fuckin’ give ’em, babe,” Jamie growled between my breasts as they dangled, jerked, and bounced in his face. His hand connected with my ass. It stung through the thin material of my leggings.
“Ah!”
His hips kept powering up, faster, harder, while his hand on my ass slid down, gripped the edge of the seam I’d ripped in my pants, and yanked it back so it opened wider and tore.
The sound of them shredding made my pussy tighten. I loved it.