J. Huss - PANIC

“What do you mean?”

“‘Make me come’—pfft. Gidget, I can make you come anytime I want. Tonight you’re not gonna just come, babe. I’m gonna blow your fucking mind.” 

I swear to God, her whole body blushes pink with my words and it takes all my self-control to keep from smiling.

This fucking girl. I just want to scoop her up and devour her.

I lace our fingers together and pull her away from the wall. She’s suddenly very shy, her eyes avoiding my direct gaze, her head a little bowed. I lift her chin with a fingertip and then kiss her gently on the mouth. “I love it when you watch me.”

She smiles, almost tips her chin back down in embarrassment, but corrects that action before she commits. She stares back at me. “What will you do now?”

I lead her to the center of the room, drop her hand, then sit down on the bed and lean back. “Take your clothes off, Rook.” I unbutton my suit trousers and slip my hand in my pants. My gaze never leaves Rook’s face. She watches everything I do and when I grab myself she takes in a short quick breath, then looks me in the eyes and slides her hand down her hip until her fingertips reach the first clasp on the garter. In seconds, all those straps are hanging loose and she wiggles the thin band of lacy fabric over her curvy hips and it drops to the floor.

She steps out of the little circle and sticks one leg out in front and bends the other so she can lean over and roll her stocking down. When she gets it to the ankle she steps forward and places her foot on my thigh.

I accept her invitation and slide the stocking off with her stiletto. They join the garter on the floor, a small pile beginning to form.

She repeats this and then my heart starts to beat wildly as she slides the straps of the sheer black teddy down her shoulders. Her nipples are bunched up and hard and her breasts push against the fabric as she wiggles it free from her body.

And then she takes my hand and places it on the string of her panties.

But I take her hand and place it between her legs. “You love it when I watch you, too.”

Her fingertips start a slow circle over her slit and then push against the fabric of her panties. And I swear, I swear to fucking God, I have to reach out and make her stop or I’ll lose it.

Her eyes rest on mine and she smiles.

She wins this one.

“Take them off, please,” she says sweetly as she pulls the string against her hip, then releases it, making it snap against her skin.

A guttural growl escapes from my throat as I tug her panties down and let them drop to the floor. She stands naked before me. “Now what?”

I stand up and undress myself slowly. Her eyes never leave my hands. Her gaze follows my suit coat as I drape it over a chair then returns to me in time to catch me removing the tie from around my neck.

Her little Gidget tongue darts out, wets her lips, and then she takes a deep breath that makes her chest expand and lift up her breasts. My dick is so hard it’s holding up the damn trousers and it takes me a second to free myself from the pants.

“Now, the shower,” I finally answer her.

She tilts her head and smiles. “I thought shower sex was boring?”

“Who said anything about sex?”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’m listening…”

“Follow me, Gidget.” I take her across the hall to the bathroom and flick my fingers across the control panel to bring up the steam and a light drizzle. This is my favorite setting, the setting I always use when we’re about to get busy in the shower. When I look back at her she’s biting her lip. “What?” I ask.

“Looks pretty boring so far.”

I laugh. “Is that right?” I take her inside the shower and gently push her until the backs of her knees hit the tiled bench at the far end of the stall. “Have a seat,” I say in a whisper. She smirks at me, like she knows what’s going on. But her expression falters when I look over my shoulder as I walk out of the shower and open a small built-in cupboard on the other side of the bathroom. I pull out a brand-new lady razor, the kind with all that soapy shit attached directly to the blade, and snap it on the handle.

“What are you doing?” Rook asks as I kneel down in front of her.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” I press against her inner thighs and open her legs up and then palm the light covering of hair between her legs and tickle her until she squirms.

She chews on her lips, trying to chase her blushing smile away. “But you told me to let it grow out after the body painting.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“So I could shave it off.” I grab her hair conditioner off the shelf and squirt some on the tips of my fingers and gently cover the little strip between her legs. I don’t check her expression again, but I know exactly what it looks like based on her breathing. I start at the top of her hairline and use long strokes to shave her smooth. I want to rub my whole hand over the skin there, but I’m trying to keep her from coming as long as I can, and that would definitely work against me.

When I finish with the easy parts I grab her ankles and lift them up next to her hips so her feet are flat on the bench and I have access to the hidden parts. I take a lot more time in this area and I have to stop periodically to allow her to calm down from my touches. It’s inevitable that my fingers will drive her crazy. I mean, they are my fingers, right? I wink at her after I finish this thought. She’s too busy squirming to notice.

When I’m finished she’s a panting mess, her back slightly arched, her head tilting back a bit, and small whimpers escaping her mouth. I spray her gently with the shower head and then sit back and enjoy my handiwork.

She opens her eyes. “Now what?” she asks softly.

“You can come now, babe.”

“Touch me, Ronin,” she begs.

I shake my head. “Sorry, no can do, Gidget. But I’ll let you watch as I touch myself and let’s just see if that’s enough to get you started.” I reach down and grab my dick and start pumping. Slow and long strokes.

Her mouth falls open, then closes a little as her eyes lower to watch my hand. She bites her lip again, but this time it’s not to try maintain control. I pump a little faster and that makes her breathe out a seductively long moan and close her eyes.

“Watch me, Rook,” I command. She opens her eyes but she only manages half-mast.

My plan was to make her come without touching her. I’ve done it before, but my tongue is far too eager to taste her newly smooth skin. She knows I’m about to cave and she wiggles a little, one foot dropping down to rest on my thigh, the other propped up on my shoulder like an invitation that I am powerless to refuse. I slide a finger inside her and pump with the same rhythm I’m using on myself. Her whole body tenses up, her back in a severe arch and her head pressing back against the tiled wall. I sink my tongue into her folds, flick against her clit, and we explode together—our moans echoing off the tiled bathroom walls.

We sit still for a few moments to enjoy the aftershocks, but then I get to my feet and pull her up with me. “OK, I think we’re ready to get started.”

She laughs as I lead her out into the bathroom, shut off the shower, and then grab a fluffy white towel and pat her down. I towel myself down a little as well, and then lead her back into the bedroom. “Lie down for me.”

She obeys, taking herself over to the king-size bed we share. Everything in this room is white except for the furniture and the floors. Those are both a dark mahogany wood. The soft flicker of candlelight makes her look like a goddess as she lies there, complacent and happy, wet and pink with the heat of the shower and her desire. I stand next to the bed and grab a cherry, then straddle her legs and lean down to touch the cherry to her lips. “Bite, please,” I ask softly.

These cherries came straight from the fruit basket on Antoine’s desk this morning. And even though it’s a little late in the year for cherries, they are soft and plump because all the fruit that comes in a basket to Chaput Studios is succulent and sweet and perfect. Just like my Rook. Her teeth sink into the flesh and she pulls back, chewing.

I take the other half and bite out the pit, whoof it into the waste basket near the nightstand, and then paint the juice around her mouth. “I told you, back when we did that first photoshoot, that if I had you naked with cherries, I’d drip it all down your belly and lick it off.”

Her seductive smile lets me know she’s remembering our first erotic shoot together.

“But before I do that…” I eat this cherry, then grab another one and put it up to her mouth. She bites, again leaving the pit for me. I whoof it and drag the fruit around the rosy areola in the center of her breast, making her nipple bunch up tight from the cold. The cherry turns her pale skin a deep red and I almost want to explode, that’s how hard this makes me. “I’m gonna do this.” My mouth covers her nipple and I lick the juice, then squeeze more, and lick it again. I do it all again on her other breast and when I’m finally ready to start on her belly, she’s all stained up with red juice.

I move down her abdomen, kissing her gently as I go, dragging my scratchy face along her sensitive skin, and then grab a whole handful of cherries and place them on the pristine white sheets next to me. It’s gonna stain the fuck out of them, but that’s the price you pay when you wanna have fun with fruit.

I bite and drip, bite and drip, then do it several more times until the little concave dip of her stomach is holding a pool of sweet nectar and her adorable belly button is overflowing. I push a fingertip into the liquid and drag it down towards her slit, stopping to let the juice collect in her folds. I repeat this until the red is diluted pink with her own wetness.