Porter (Dick Dynasty #1) (21 page)

His hand shot out of my shirt and tugged at the button on my jeans as he sat up and removed his shirt with his free hand.

“I want to taste you, Holly. I want to swallow you down and have you inside me. May I taste you?” The words were controlled and breathy, as if it took everything he had not to shout them at me.

“Please,” I begged.

That one word was all the encouragement he needed.

I heard the button from my jeans land somewhere across the room and he tugged the denim off my legs with such force that I was nearly dragged to the floor with them. He shoved the strip of bikini to the side and took me to the edge once more.

When his mouth crushed down on my sex and my world flew apart, I can’t remember what words flew out of my mouth. All I recall were the groans of approval as my orgasm flooded out of me and into Porter. He pressed his mouth to me, nursing every last bit as if it were the only thing on the planet that could sustain him. His tongue lapped at me as he gasped for breath and fought to control himself. I could feel him vibrating with the force of his restraint.

When I came down from the high he had given me, I wasted no time in begging for another. My entire body was alive in a way I had never experienced. Porter had awakened something inside me. Something powerful and primal flowed through me every time he touched me.

“I can’t wait anymore,” I moaned, “I want you inside me, Porter.”

He groaned and trailed a finger along my slit, “You’re even more beautiful than I had imagined, Holly.”

He pushed the bikini top up over my breasts and brought his mouth down on my nipple as I struggled to remove it the rest of the way. He gently sucked the soft pink bud into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, causing it to harden. At the same moment, he slid a single finger into me, filling a fraction of the space that begged to be occupied.

“Porter,” I needed everything he had to offer and my voice did nothing to hide my desire, “Porter, please.”

I could feel another orgasm building inside me as his tongue and teeth worked my nipple hungrily and his thumb traced circles over my clit as another finger slid into me all the way to the knuckle.

He could feel it building, too.

His mouth and fingers massaged me in perfect time with each other. He ruthlessly drove me back to the edge and kept me hanging there with his relentless pace. He slid another finger into me without breaking his rhythm and I shattered yet again.

Porter continued his assault on my senses even as the walls of my vagina clamped down around his hand, grabbing at him like a drowning man would a life preserver.

The fog that filled my brain and blurred my vision was more stubborn to dissipate than those of my previous orgasms. I was rendered incapable of speech by the force of the climax and the only way I could communicate what my body wanted was to moan and mewl, mutely begging him to fill me completely. To join with me in the only way he hadn’t yet.

He pulled his fingers out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and gasping for breath.

“Condom,” he snapped.

What?

I moaned in hazy response.

“Holly!” the word was harsh and cleared enough of the cotton in my brain that I could follow what he said next, “I need a condom.
Now!
”

“I…” I tried to remember what a condom was, “I don’t think I have any of those.”

“Fuck!” he cursed, so loudly that I jumped.

As the reality of the situation sank in, guilt began to worm its way around in my stomach. I couldn’t leave him like that.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position and slowly crawled to the foot of the bed where he stood watching me. I reached a shockingly confident hand toward his belt. His exposed abdomen distracted me before I could be bothered to fight with his belt.

I splayed my fingers over the smooth, solid surface just above the waist of his jeans. The muscle was hard, but the skin there was so soft to the touch. I traced a single finger down the deep groove to one side of the rippling six-pack before me. His breath hitched and the muscles in his stomach tightened as the tip of my finger dipped into his pants.

Faster than I’d ever seen anyone move before, he had his belt off and his fly open. I could see the outline of his shaft through his underwear and felt a dull, aching throb begin to pulse inside of me.

Simply going down on him wasn’t going to quench the thirst my body had for him. I would have him buried inside of me before the night was through—one way or another.

Fair is fair though, and a little foreplay never hurt anything.

I reached forward, parting the opening to his pants even further and tugging them down his hips.

Inch after inch of his massive dick was revealed to me beneath the thin veil of his cotton boxer-briefs. When it finally sprang free of the denim, he groaned in relief and dropped his head back so that he was looking up at the ceiling.

I could now see the outline of the huge head that crowned his thick shaft. It was only a couple inches smaller in diameter than my wrist. A brief moment of panic shot through me as I wondered how I would fit it inside of me. I quickly pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand.

My hand had started trembling again as I reached forward to take hold of him.

I hooked a finger in either side of the elastic band and pulled downward, slowly revealing what was left to see of his body. I slowly moved my fingers together as the undergarment dropped until my fingers framed the bulk of his stiff cock, gently stroking the sensitive skin as I finished unveiling his sex.

I traced the tip of my finger around the massive tip. The entire length of him jumped beneath my hand and a small drop of lubricant slid out of his slit and onto my finger.

I glanced up and met his intense gaze. He had been watching me explore his body. I raised my finger, slick with his arousal, and slid it between my lips without breaking eye contact.

He moaned deep in his chest and his cock jumped again, pulling my attention back to pleasing him. I wrapped my fingers around him and slowly pumped from base to head and back before leaning forward and lapping at the sweet nectar that had beaded at the tip.

Porter hissed a sharp breath through his teeth at the delicate contact of my warm tongue with his now-throbbing penis.

I hesitated a moment with my mouth half open.

“I’m clean. I have to get tested once a month.”

It only took me a moment to realize he had mistaken my hesitance for fear of disease.

“I was just considering how I was going to fit it inside of me,” I whispered with a wink.

Before he could say anything else or my brain could talk me out of going forward, I opened my mouth as far as I could and impaled my throat on his shaft.

“Oh my…” he groaned, tensing his entire body, “
Fuck!
”

I sealed my lips around him and began a slow, steady assault on his senses. Each time the end of his length pressed against my tonsils, I gagged just a little bit, causing him to moan in ecstasy and gently push his hips forward before I could draw myself off him again. When I came to the end, I took a deep breath through my nose and swirled my tongue around the underside of his head. I made sure to pay special attention to the bundle of nerves on the bottom of his shaft.

“God, Holly,” his hands rested gently on top of my head as I continued to work him at my own pace, “You feel so good.”

I could feel his fingers slowly tightening on my hair and knew he was getting close.

The idea of him finishing without being inside of me the way I wanted made my vagina throb in protest. I continued to take him deeper and deeper into my throat with each repetition and, to alleviate the need that had built itself into an all-consuming desire, reached down to plunge to of my own fingers inside me.

I came almost instantly, moaning around the flesh that filled my mouth and drawing another primal groan of satisfaction out of Porter.

“Holly,” his voice had gone up an octave and he was practically pulling my hair out of my scalp, “I’m gonna…”

I popped my mouth off of him before he could finish, “No you’re not. You’re clean, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. We can buy condoms tomorrow.”

I leapt at him, wrapping my legs around his hips and causing him to stumble backwards. I crushed my mouth down on his as he tried to catch his balance. He took two more steps backwards and his back met with the door, jolting us both to the bone.

He stepped out of his jeans and underwear still wrapped around his ankles.

I nipped at his bottom lip and used my legs around his waist to leverage myself up and down, occasionally bringing my swollen, super-heated sex in contact with his own throbbing arousal.

He snarled in time with the contact, crushing my ass with his powerful hands more fiercely with each thrust.

“If you’re sure, Holly, I need to be inside of you
now
. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been thinking about nothing else for weeks and being this close is a cruel form of torture.”

I licked the lip I had bitten and smiled down at him, “I’m sure.”

I lowered my feet to the floor and placed a hand on his chest for a brief moment before turning and walking back to the foot of the bed. I tugged at the strings of the bikini bottoms letting them fall to the floor before I bent over the edge of the bed and spread my legs.

I tossed my hair over my shoulder and smiled back at him.

He pushed away from the door and closed the space between us in two long, predatory strides. He moved like a lion about to pounce on his prey.

Before he reached me, he stopped short and dropped to his knees, planting one hand on either of my ass cheeks and dipping his head between my thighs.

As he worked his tongue into my slit, another orgasm began to build throughout my entire body. It was going to be a big one.

“Porter,” I panted, “you need to get inside me right fucking now. I can’t come again without feeling you. I don’t have enough left in me to keep going like this.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed against my sex before rising from his knees, “I live to serve.”

Porter positioned his hips behind me, spreading the fingers of one hand across my back. He used his other hand to guide himself to my entrance and we both quivered in anticipation and arousal as he slid it from the bottom of my slit to the top, gently slapping the head against my clit before slowly guiding it deeper into my folds.

My body tensed involuntarily, bracing for the penetration.

He was a porn star, for crying out loud. I had known all along he wouldn’t be gentle about it just because I hadn’t had sex since Jesus had walked the Earth.

“Holly,” his voice was low and comforting, “relax.”

He pressed his hips forward, but only enough to cause pressure against the tight muscles there. Both hands were now on my lower back, slowly tracing gentle circles over the tense muscles there and down over the mounds of my ass.

He hadn’t moved an inch, but maintained a constant pressure against me and slowly, achingly so, inched his way inside me. As his head slipped fully inside me, the stretching sensation eased and I felt myself relax even further. I could feel his hands trembling against my back from the exertion of his self-control.

He wanted to bury himself in me. I could feel the barely contained energy of his desire pulsing through him as if it were my own.

I used my arms to push myself back into him, gritting my teeth as he filled me until I thought I would burst. Then he filled me even more.

When my ass finally came flush with his hips, we both breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned all the way forward, pressing his stomach and chest against my back, and placed gentle kisses along the back of my neck. My pussy throbbed around him, adjusting to the intrusion.

“You feel so good, Holly,” he planted a kiss at the base of my neck. “You smell good. You taste good. You look,” he paused and growled as his cock pulsed inside of me, “you look like a goddess.”

He pulled out of me a couple of inches and slowly pressed back in to the hilt. He did this several times; all the while trailing kisses down my spine as he slowly made his way back to an upright position.

By the time he was vertical again, he had quickened his pace and I had loosened up enough to enjoy the sensation of having him inside of me. There was a wonderful sense of fullness that I had forgotten accompanied sex and it ushered the swell of the powerful release that was still building inside of me.

Porter’s powerful hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there, as he drove himself into me again and again. With each thrust, waves of passion rolled through me. My brain could no longer distinguish which one of us was vocalizing their pleasure. My vision went hazy as my body clamped down around him in preparation for yet another release.

I screamed his name as I came, long and hard, but he never faltered. He maintained the brutal pace of our lovemaking, prolonging my pleasure and keeping me at the peak until my throat hurt from my cries of ecstasy.

The roar that ripped out of him as he thrust into me one final time probably woke my neighbors, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. He collapsed on top of me and we rolled onto our sides with him slowly softening inside of me.

Sweaty and panting, we both lie there weak and exhausted until we drifted off to sleep.

The last thing I remember was Porter intertwining his fingers with mine and pulling me into his chest.

I knew I’d be safe there.