Lainey’s List Chapter 9

 

Nick

“Elaina…” I hiss out her name. My grip tightens around her hair as she lowers her hot mouth over me. Through the veil of her lashes, I see her challenge. This is why I can’t get enough of her. No matter how caustic her insults or how many times she tells me she doesn’t want me, I keep coming back. For this. For her.

Not for the moment of her submission, but the look in her eyes when she takes me with fierce determination. I’m her opponent, but she can’t resist me anymore than I can resist her.

It’s a fucked up situation. I won’t deny that. We’re probably bad for each other, but I was lost the first time I saw her at Stacks. Admittedly, it’s because, despite having one kid, or maybe because of it, Lainey’s body is one that deserves to be worshipped.

If there’s a hall of fame for bodies somewhere, Lainey’s should be there, cast in bronze, forever immortalized. Wide hips, nipped in waist, generous rack, thick thighs. Everything about her screams woman.

Her sweet ass is waving in the air as her head bobs slowly up and down. She’s taking her time. She loves tormenting me. The more she get can me to lose my shit, the happier she is. We both know that when her mouth is around my cock, she utterly and completely owns me.

And I’m okay with that too.

I’m pretty much okay with all of it. With whatever she wants to do with me, whatever she wants from me.

Does that mean my balls are in her purse? That I’m pussy whipped? I suppose. Because there isn’t a thing in this world I wouldn’t do for Cassidy or Lainey. And it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with how well she gives head — although that’s world class too.

I settle my ass deeper into the cushions and lean my head back, but not so far that I can’t see her. Part of the pleasure of getting a blowjob is watching. Watching my cock shuttle in and out of Lainey’s mouth. Watching her lips get puffy and red from use. Watching her ass sway, as she gets hotter and hotter.

Wet and hot. If I reached over and slid my fingers underneath her panties, she’d be soaked. Lainey’s belief that she can bring me to my knees with her mouth around my cock turns her on like nothing else. What she doesn’t know, or won’t acknowledge, is that I’m on my knees with her constantly. Or would be if she’d let me.

As much as I want to have her in my mouth, as much as I want to be drinking from the succulent well between her legs, I need to wait my turn. And the longer I can hold out? The harder I make her work for it? The wetter, hotter, and happier she is.

Her feather light touches have turned firmer. She cups my balls, rolling them between her fingers, the tips of her digits pressing into that sensitive area right behind my ball sack.

Hard to think when a woman’s touching you like that. Hard to breathe. Hard to do anything but close your eyes and sink into that erotic embrace.

The orgasm I try to hold off tickles at the base of my cock. She’s trying to pull it out of me, one long, sexy drag of her tongue at a time. I’m trying to stave it off. She’s going to win. There’s no way I could ever hold out against her.

The best I can do is lengthen the moment by exerting a little self-control. Okay, a fuck-ton of self-control.

It takes my entire lifetime of discipline and training on the field not to wrench myself from her grip, throw up her skirt, and pound into her like I’m going to die if I don’t get my cock between her legs.

But I’m only human and when she starts moaning and that hum runs along the spine of my dick, the thin thread holding my orgasm at bay snaps clean through.

She knows it too. The devilment in her eyes sparkles, along with a heavy dose of lust, as she peers up at me right before taking me down her throat.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

The rush of release barrels down my spine and out my cock to pour down her luscious throat. My hand drops away from her hair so I don’t accidentally choke her on my cock. At this point, I’m done in. No control left. Not a single ounce.

Lainey swallows me whole, every drop, leaving me completely wasted on the cushions.

“That what you wanted?” she asks, rising to her knees. Her lips are swollen, gorgeous, and so fuckable. Who wouldn’t want to prostrate themselves at her knees to get that kind of satisfaction? A man could pay a hooker a million dollars and not get blown like that.

“Not even close.” I grab her skirt and tug her toward me. She throws up a token resistance — all part of the game — but her body won’t let her leave. She’s too needy right now. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated. Her whole body is flushed from her pretty cheeks to the valley between her breasts. I pull her close, inhaling her scent. “I’d think by now you’d know you aren’t leaving until I get my mouth on you.”

Under my grip, she shudders. “You’re going to have to hurry. Cassidy will wake up.”

“She’s out for another hour and you know it.” Cassidy is a creature of habit. Every day at three she naps for two hours. Has for as long as I’ve known her. Then she gets up with enough energy to power an entire city until she crashes again at eight.

“Hurry anyway,” Lainey husks out.

“Crawl up here and sit on my face.” I pat her ass lightly and then slide until I’m prone on the cushions. When she doesn’t move as fast as I want, I fist the skirt in my hands and drag her forward until she’s right where I want her.

“Hold this up.” My voice sounds harsh in the quiet living room. Lainey shudders in delight. This isn’t a side she lets many people see. That she likes to be told what to do and how to do it. Not all the time and definitely not outside sex-related interaction. “Now.”

If I let my foot off the lead for even a second, she remembers that she’s supposed to be resisting me. Not straddling my face with trembling thighs anticipating the first lick of my tongue, which is what is happening right now.

She grabs the fabric of her skirt and pins it against her stomach. The ugly panties she wears like a chastity belt serves only to ratchet my flames higher.

I pull the plain cotton down roughly and latch onto her with mouth and tongue and even a tiny bit of teeth because that’s how she likes it. And the hotter she gets, the harder I become.

I spread her apart and seal my mouth against her. When she comes, I feel the vibrations spread from her shaking thighs into my core and out to every nerve ending in my entire body.

My cock throbs with excitement, desperately seeking another release but I ignore it because that’s not going to happen. The only release I’ll be getting is from jacking off tonight in the shower, reliving the taste and feel and scent of her.

Lainey slides down — or more accurately collapses — into my arms. In these moments, right after we’ve had sex, she drops her barriers and lets me care for her. I pull her panties up and tug her skirt down. I even refasten her bra, even if my preference would be for her to go without.

Cassidy’s going to wake up soon and Lainey will want to be put back together, into one untouched, Madonna-like person. But until that time, I get to hold her; and that’s worth more than satisfying the hollow ache in my groin because this fills the hollow ache in my chest.

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