The Best Man (6 page)

“Christ, woman!”

She giggled and drew the tip of his
penis into her mouth. Jared’s legs stiffened. She took more of him in and his
fingers twined in her hair. She tried with little luck to relax her throat
muscles. Another time, she’d see if she could take all of him. This time, she didn’t
think either of them wanted him to finish in her mouth. She moved up and down
his shaft, wetting him thoroughly. She didn’t have to worry about herself—she’d
been creaming since they entered the house.

She quickened her pace until he
grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up to face him. His cheeks had turned
ruddy. Maybe he’d been closer than she’d thought. Or maybe he was simply
running out of patience.

“Can you get rid of those jeans?” he
asked gruffly. “I’ll take care of my boots.”

He never took his gaze off her as he
stood on one leg to dispose of one boot and then the other.

She, in turn, waggled her butt and
pushed the offending jeans down over her thighs and legs. She kicked the jeans aside
and slipped her feet back in her high heels. She saw his eyes round. She
expected the extra elevation might be helpful.

He kicked off his jeans and stood
before her in all his glory. She reached out to steady his cock, but he shook
his head. “What about those panties?”

“These little things?” she teased. She
wiggled out of them, tossed them aside and stood in front of him, widening her
stance to give him the best view possible. She watched him swallow hard.

“Jesus,” he gasped. “Shaved bare.”

“You must have twenty-twenty vision,”
she quipped. “She’s ready and eager to meet you. She’s been creaming much of
the afternoon.”

“Good,” Jared said, dropping to he
knees. “Let me introduce myself to the lady properly.”

Kitty wasn’t surprised when she felt
his tongue gliding up and down the crease between her pussy lips. She groaned
when the hand cupping her ass drew them tighter and his tongue explored the
entry.

He hoisted her left leg over his
shoulder and steadied her butt in his strong hands.

She sighed, pleased she’d put those
shoes back on. She cooed nonsense when he withdrew his tongue and rubbed his
nose up and down her slit. His nose grazed her clit, threatening her sanity.

He chuckled.

Then she felt the hairs of his
mustache skimming her clit. “Son of a bitch,” she squealed, bearing down
against his nose, his mustache, his chin—anything she could find.

His chuckles reached her ears before
she felt his tongue probing her channel as deep as it could go. She flexed
against it, and his fingers kneading her ass encouraged her. She humped his
tongue madly, as if she’d never been tongue fucked before. He pawed her ass. A
finger tapped on her anus and she flailed in his arms, losing track of
everything but her shattering. She shuddered and gulped for air.

Jared slid off her pussy and brought
her foot back to the floor. He stood and pressed his wet lips against her
mouth.

Kitty tasted herself. Wrapping her
arms around his neck, she broke away from the kiss and whispered, “That answers
that
question.”

“What question is that?” he muttered
against her cheek.

She curled her fingers around his
erection and rubbed its head along the crease his tongue had so recently
visited. “Uhm. I’d worried that a man who obviously spends so much time
grooming his mustache might not want to get it wet with a woman’s juices.”

His laugh came immediately and deep.
“I’m pleased we were able to dispel that worry.” He lifted her chin. “But I’m
afraid I’m completely out of patience. Kitty, I need to be in you.” He reached
in his pocket for a condom.

“I hoped that might be the case.” She
turned away from him to face the entryway door, leaned over, and braced her
palms against the door. Looking over her shoulder and wiggling her butt, she
asked, “See anything that might work for you?”

“Christ, you have a luscious ass,”
Jared said, coming up behind her.

She felt his cock tap against her
butt. His hands parted her buttocks wide and his shaft slid down her crease. When
it paused briefly near her anus, Jared leaned over and whispered, “Another
time.”

 She tossed her head back. “I hope
you’re a man who keeps his promises.”

“Oh, I do that,” he murmured,
parting her lips with one hand and guiding his cock head to her slit.

She gasped as it sought entry. He
reached around to massage her labia, helping her widen to take him in. She
struggled for enough air. She felt him sliding in, inching his way along her
tight sleeve.

She chewed on her lower lip until at
last his hips nestled against her ass. He was in. She had all of him.

“Damn, you are so hot and tight.”

She propped herself up on one hand
and reached underneath to cup his balls with the other. “I’ll bet these guys
are still holding onto my reward.”

She quickly braced herself against
the door with both hands. “What are you waiting for?”

“Not a damn thing,” he growled,
sliding his hands up under the yellow top she still wore until each hand cupped
a breast.

She let out a small gasp. Like her,
he still wore his shirt. She had started on it, but had never gotten it off
him. There hadn’t been time. He pulled almost all the way out of her. She
gulped. There wasn’t time for much at the moment but accepting his cock and
what it had to offer.

He plunged back into her. Finesse,
if it had ever crossed his mind or hers since they’d entered the house, was
definitely gone. This was now a race to the finish.

Silently, he drove in and out of
her. His tempo quickened.

Her thighs burned with anticipation.
She felt him expand inside of her.

“Damn,” he groaned.

“Go for it. Fill me.”

He pinched her nipples. “Come with
me,” he demanded.

He might as well have had a direct
track to her climax. She closed her eyes and opened them quickly. It was rising
from her toes. She pounded the door with a fist when it reached the back of her
knees. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, keeping time with his thrusts and her
fist on the door.

She felt him jerking deep inside
before he howled. He dropped his hands from her breasts and steadied himself on
her hips but didn’t stop pummeling her.

She never knew when he stopped. She’d
lost track of him as her own internal explosion threatened to dismantle her
cell by cell. She struggled for breath.

At some point Kitty became dimly
aware Jared was no longer buried in her, but was gingerly helping her to the
floor. For long moments they lay side by side on the carpeted entry way gasping
for breath. Her eyes fluttered open and closed.

She smiled as he lightly kissed her
eyelids. She caressed his mustache, still wet from her pleasure.

He nibbled on her ear. At last she
opened her eyes. His look of satisfaction warmed her. “Welcome to my place,”
she whispered.

His smile was brilliant. “I should
be ready for that house tour in about an hour or so.”

She chuckled and cradled his head to
her still-clad breasts.

“Next time, I’m going to want to see
these. You have very responsive nipples.”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to meet
you up close and personal.”

- o -

Two hours later, Jared watched Kitty
bounce up and down on her bed, taking his cock deeper into her tight pussy with
each thrust. He grabbed her nipples and pulled on them.

She ran her tongue across her upper
lip. “You do seem to enjoy my tits,” she said, smiling deliciously. She slowed
her pace.

He leaned back to watch her breasts
bounce up and down and from side to side. “They are as stunning as the rest of
you.”

“And you like my belly ring,” she
said, running a finger over the turquoise figure in her navel.

He nodded and tucked his hands
behind his head. “I said I did.” He grinned when she gave him a puzzled look. “He’s
all yours, lady. Do whatever you will with him. I’m sure you will anyway.”

“Is that a complaint?” She came to a
halt and squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft.

“Not hardly,” he said, trying not to
moan. He wanted her to know this was her show. They’d worked in concert in the
entryway, then he’d been so bothered by her ass leading him up the sweeping
stairway to the second floor he’d had to taste her again. If the stairs were
uncomfortable for her, she hadn’t complained. He’d slid up her body once he had
his fill, and she’d licked her juices, still dribbling from his chin. And then
she’d pushed him off her and continued conducting the house tour.

They hadn’t gotten any farther than
her bedroom, where she’d finished undressing him and he finally met her
scrumptious breasts. So this was definitely her call.

“Am I wearing you out, old man?”

He gave her a crooked smile. “Doubt
you could. Figured this was your turn. We might, though, kill each other off
before either one of us cries uncle.”

She beamed a broad smile at him. “You
might be right about that.”

He scowled when she rose above him
and his cock fell from her warm sanctuary. “What the…”

She smirked but remained kneeling
between his thighs. He watched her dip down to kiss the tip of his cock. He
could handle that.

She straightened and sat back on her
heels. She gave him a triumphant look. She had his full attention.

Then she encircled his cock with
both hands and began to pump him slowly.

He swallowed. What the hell?

“I like to watch a guy spurt,” she
said by way of explanation. “With him watching. With him doing nothing but
watching,” she added, pushing an elbow against his thigh, which had begun to
thrust with her.

“You love power, don’t you,” he
grunted through clenched teeth as she continued slowly bringing him to the
edge.

“Don’t you?” She pouted. “Watching a
man ejaculate is very powerful, I believe, for both partners. I won’t get as
much as you gave me downstairs—that would’ve been something to watch.” She
stuck her tongue out. “I really did enjoy that.”

“Good,” he gasped. “I’m sorry I won’t
have as much for you this time around.”

“I know how to get the maximum
amount out of a guy.”

He watched her wet an index finger. He
grinned when she squeezed his balls lightly and traced the ridge between his
balls and his anus. He didn’t try to keep his eyes from widening when she found
his anus and entered.

She paused. “Do you like a woman’s
finger in your ass?”

“Yes.”

“That’s nice,” she breathed, easing
her finger farther as his outer ring opened under her insistence. “There’s your
prostate gland,” she announced with pride, as if he might not have known where
she was. “Hike your knees up a little.”

He did, and she began fucking his
ass, keeping time with her other hand on his cock. A groan escaped his lips. She
stopped.

“Damn.”

“Have you ever had a woman enjoy
doing this for you as much as I am?”

He shook his head. There wasn’t time
to traipse through his memory of all the women he’d known. Some had jerked him
off, but he couldn’t recall anyone, at least right away, who seemed to take
such a perverse enjoyment in it.

Slowly she regained some pace. “Have
you ever had a woman fuck you with her strap-on?”

He puffed air from his full cheeks
and shook his head. Surely she didn’t think they had time for another break. If
she left him hanging, he’d have to finish himself off.

“Just asking,” she said softly. “Hang
around me long enough and I’ll treat you.”

Jared kept his fingers locked behind
his head. He tried to think of anything but Kitty Paige wearing a strap-on.

She tilted forward, gripping his
cock tighter. If anything, she managed to sink her finger deeper in his ass.

He swallowed hard as she became a
blur. He was streaking toward a climax that might indeed rival the earlier one.
He wasn’t going to be responsible for his actions if she stopped again.

“He’s coming,” she squealed, “I can
feel his surge building. There’s the first drop.” Her movements became smooth
as she no doubt anticipated her reward.

“Come for me, baby,” she cooed. Her
finger rotated wildly in his butt. “Come for Kitty.”

“You got him,” Jared shouted,
bucking against her movements. She made no effort to stop him this time.

“There he blows,” she squealed.

He lost track of his initial spurts
shooting high and then she leaned over, taking the rest of his come on her tits
and belly. Her hands remained active until he shook his head. “There is no
more,” he growled. “Son of a bitch, you’re some kind of a woman.”

She chuckled before taking his
slackening cock in her mouth to clean him. When she let him drop from her mouth
and withdrew her finger from his butt, she rubbed his whiteness into her skin
as if applying body lotion. “No one has ever accused me of being a man,” she
said playfully. She winked. “You surpassed my expectations. I didn’t think you’d
have that much left.”