Sunday, January 24, 2010

Entry 11

I don’t know what woke me.

I lay there blinking in the darkening room, some of the candles having burned out.

There was a warm body in front of me and one behind me.

Hair was tickling my nose.

Slowly, carefully, I eased their arms off me and slid quietly down to stand at the bottom of the bed.

There was still enough light in the room to take them in.

I looked my fill.

Jon had rolled onto his back and lay there, one arm thrown over his eyes, his softened center now nestled sweetly into the thick hair there.

Still on his side, Richie’s gift was hidden from me, but not the long line of his body, one leg casually raised, a hand under the pillow.

I ached.

Lord, I ached.

It was delicious.

The water from the warm shower soothed my muscles, relaxing me as I washed.

I leaned against a wall, just letting the water flow over my skin.

I didn’t hear the door.

I did know the man.

“Richie…” I breathed his name as his arms came around me and he pressed himself against my back.

“Hello, little girl.” His breath warmed my neck as he nuzzled me there, soft lips nipping at an earlobe.

I shivered as he blocked the water with his body.

His arms moved underneath my breasts as he gently stepped backwards, drawing me into the water.

I felt his erection at the small of my back and smiled to myself.

Oh, Richie…

One arm cupped my breast as his other reached for the soap.

I sighed, feeling my nipples harden in anticipation.

Strong fingers held both breasts now as the softly scented soap lathered as he stroked and cupped and pulled and mounded my breasts together, feeling them swell in his hands.

Such large hands.

Such strong fingers.


Thoughts fled and I just felt.

His hands slid up from my chest and over my shoulders, slowly traveling to the small of my back where they dug in, pulling small moans from my throat.

I braced my hands against the shower wall as his fingers moved in circles, wider and wider until they encircled my hips and waist.

He pulled me against him, grinding his length into me and I felt a gush of warmth flood me as my body readied itself.


He turned me in his arms and I had to arch my neck to reach his lips.

Tilting his head to mine, I tasted the sweet warmth of his mouth.

His tongue met mine and played with it until I felt a whimper rise in my throat.

This man made me crazy with need.

Made me want him with every move of his hands, every lick of his tongue, the heat of his shaft pressing against my belly.

I pressed against him, my hands exploring his back and then sliding down over the firmness of his ass.

“You feel good, little girl…” he breathed against my lips.

“Mmmmm … you too … boy …”

I could feel his lips curl into a smile.

He liked playing this game.

I know I did.

The water beat down over us, spraying liquid heat onto the fire of skin.

I felt his urgency rise and knew my body was responding.

I wanted him.

He wanted me.


Ohhh yessss …

He made me take one step backwards until my back was pressed against the tile of the shower wall.

The soap on my back made the wall slick and when Richie grabbed my waist to lift me, I slid up easily.

He angled his hips forward as I wrapped my legs around him, the length of his cock jutting upwards against the front of my pussy.

Hard … hot … h a r d …

… well … shit …

“Richie… please … please … “ My words came out as a pant, deep breaths needed just to speak.

My arms curled around his neck, as I held on, aching to have him inside again.

I could feel his chest rumble as he laughed deep and low.

“What do you want, little one?” His teeth nibbled at my bottom lip and I could tell he was smiling as he did so.

Now I hated him.

He knew what I wanted.

I narrowed my eyes and surprised us both with the growl that came out of my throat.

“You … inside … now … dammit!”

He laughed again as one hand slid to my sweet spot.

“Such an impatient little girl …” His chest rumbled with barely suppressed laughter.

I growled again.

“I told you, I always get what I want.”

“Shhhh…” He whispered the sound against my lips as one hand traveled to touch where I quivered most.

Sweet circles at first as I pressed harder against him, eager to have that length fill me again.

Then he stroked harder and I whimpered as heat rose.

My legs started to shake and I felt myself slipping.

He let me slide to the ground, his hands rising to cup my breasts.

I leaned into those warm hands, the fingers playing against my skin with so much talent.

Richie reached one hand outside the clear shower door and returned with a foil packet in his hand.

Oh … my … god … YES!

I watched him roll the shield down over his length, my tongue licking my lips as he reached the end. My eyes rose to his.

The steam from the hot water swirled around us and my body seemed heavy, while I felt dizzy with anticipation.

His hands returned to me and once again I was slid up the wall, as my legs wrapped around his waist.

No waiting this time.

No more teasing.

His eyes burned into mine as he slowly slid me down and over him.

Sweet god …

I was home.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Entry Ten

I watched Jon’s face as I worked my way down his trail of belly hair.

I saw the moments when his eyes flared and when they narrowed.

Saw when he sucked in a breath and when he held it.

Saw his throat work to swallow through sudden dryness.

Felt his body tense when I bit him, when my teeth grazed his skin.

I like to bite.

So this was good.

I knew how much he liked it when I reached the end of that line of hair.

Full and thick and bobbing with desire, I gave it a single lick and a moan escaped his throat.

I used my teeth and tongue to explore.


The inside of his thighs.

Behind his knees.

The soft warm hair just above the shaft.

I made soft nuzzling noises even as I teased him with my teeth.

A little harder here, a little softer there.

Never quite touching what he wanted me to.

Until I was ready to.

Until that look … that one he had shown he had inside him … took over his face.

Narrowing his eyes and setting his jaw.

Now I was ready.

A hand on my breast brought my eyes open to see what Richie was handing me.

My lips drew together as I nodded at him and smiled.

Then looked at the man lying there, waiting for me.

There was a welcome tension in his body as I rolled the condom to the base of his shaft.

He was ready.

I was ready.

I shifted until he was directly underneath me as his hands moved to my waist.

Reaching down, I moved the end of him against my wetness, teasing myself and him just a few moments more.

Perhaps I took too long.

Jon thrust his hips up and suddenly I was filled.

He rocked me against him, his eyes never leaving mine.

My hands splayed against his belly, my fingers full of the hair there.

Richie’s hand kept stealing in to tweak my nipple, each time jolting me with the electricity of his touch.

I felt a quivering deep inside, a warming slowly growing.

My eyes closed as sensation built, feeling the hands on my waist, the soft touch at a breast.

My knees lifted me and I fell.

Again and again.

Hard slaps of skin against skin.

Heat against heat.

Then I heard Jon’s voice.

“That’s it, baby … let it go … Jessica … let it go …”

It was that growl he gets in his voice, when he’s fucking, when he’s getting close.

And that’s what did it.

I was hoarse after my final scream.

It didn’t stop.

He didn’t stop.

I rode him, he rode me.

We rode each other.

And then his fingers bruised me.

Slamming me down.

One more raise and then down again.

Sex words poured from his throat.

Near animal sounds from mine.

I slumped over him.

My head against his chest.

Learning how to breathe again.

Wondering if I cared.

Richie’s hand played soothingly along my spine.

Jon’s hands held me tight against him.

He kissed me softly. Lingeringly.

I slipped off in-between the two of them.

Jon turned away for a moment then pulled me in close to him.

I wrapped my arms around him, snuggling my face in closer.

I felt Richie turn and then his body was curled around my back.

They were warm.

We were sated.

We slept.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Entry Nine

I backed away from Jon, teasing, prolonging.

It might have been a mistake.

The strong arms that went around me from behind stopped my movement.

I was caught.

I tried to wiggle away, but the arms just tightened, one hand now clasping a breast in an almost painful grip.

Sheer perversity, a wanting to keep control, made me close my legs, the knees tightly together.

What a waste of effort.

Jon knelt on the bed at my feet.

Richie’s arms tightened further around me, holding me there.

Twisting and turning did nothing.

My feet were grabbed, my legs straightened out.

Then pulled apart.

I panted with the effort of keeping control.

I should have saved those breaths.

Jon put a knee on the bed and then the other, never letting my legs go.

His eyes caught mine.

I couldn’t look away.

I watched him get closer and then still closer.

My mouth opened to tell him ‘no’, tell him not to…

Ohhh … sweet god …

Too late.

My head snapped back and my eyes closed.

I found myself rising to meet that inquisitive mouth.

Low sounds came from my throat.

I had to see.

Lifting my head, I opened my eyes at the same moment Jon’s eyes rose to mine.

Those blue eyes.

That hair.

Those hands tight on my thighs.

The other one’s breath on my neck.

Those long fingers on my breasts.

A single … perfect … flick of tongue.

My orgasm rolled through me

Rolled over me.

Tearing strange sounds from my throat.

Each more hoarse than the next.

He never stopped.

They never let go.

I forgot how to breath.

How to think.

I could only feel.

Softly stroking hands brought me out, brought me back.

I blinked at Jon stupidly.

He gave me that damn sexy smirky smile.

I hated him.

Just for that moment.

Jon stood, swigging back his shot of Jack and then glanced over my shoulder.

I felt Richie nod behind me.

My eyes squinted in confusion as Jon walked around the bed and Richie …

… stood in front of me …

… condom on …

Understanding hit and I tried to sit up, my muscles still slack and weak.

I was too slow.

Richie raised my legs and … ohhh

He entered me, slowly, an inch at a time, as Jon positioned my head on his belly.

The waves from the first orgasm hadn’t even stopped and it was those waves Richie built on.

Long, slow strokes.

Those fingers gripping me, raising me up to meet him.

Faster now.

Like my breath.

Like Jon’s stroking hand on himself below where my head lay on his stomach.

I started to turn my head to watch him.

But apparently Richie doesn’t like being ignored.

He stopped being gentle.

That length hit me fully, deeply.

That switched flipped and I just blazed.

Richie hissed as my walls tightened around him.

Increasing each thrust until with one last “FUCK!” out of his throat he poured out his release.

We came together, grinding against the other, desperate to get closer.

I’m not really sure where I went when my orgasm ripped through me.

It’s a bit of a blank afterwards.

A warm wet washcloth brought me back from wherever I had been.

Richie had cleaned up and was now tenderly bathing me.

I blinked over and over, slowly becoming aware of where I was.

My head still lay on Jon’s belly and I could feel the thick fur there when my cheek was turned.

I met his eyes.

Felt his chest rumble.

“So, how’re we doin’ so far…okay?”

“Hmmm…” I breathed out in a sigh.

“Almost perfect…”

I tried to nestle my head back against his dick, but it was too hard, too firm.

I rubbed my head against it anyway, tangling it up in my hair.

“What’s this? Is this for me?”

Crinkling eyes met mine as he smiled, his stomach rising and falling with a deep breath.

“Yeah, that’s for you.”

“Oh goody…” My teeth caught my lower lip.

He made a face at me.

Yeah, that duck lip face.

Then those lips turned into a luscious thick-lipped curl as I rose up over him.

I climbed on top of those hips, nestling his sex against mine.

My hands took on a life of their own.

I touched every hair on that body, every piece of skin underneath it.

Jon watched me as I ran my hands over him.

Little appreciative noises escaping my throat from time to time.

I licked the line of his throat, up to the cleft of his chin.

My tongue scraped along the whiskers there.

I rubbed my lips against his.

No man should have lips this irresistible.

These lips were the reason women sinned, just to have that one taste.

The roughness of the hairs on his face caused my lips to tingle and I felt them swell.

Both from the friction and from desire.

I felt him shifting between my legs, pressing himself against me.

Seeking entry.

Not yet.

Richie stretched out beside Jon on the bed.

I could feel his hand on my hair, running down my back, while I kissed Jon.

He was sated for now, content just to watch.

To touch.

Jon’s body called to me.

His skin against mine felt fused, as if something more than sex had been shared.

My lips burned from his kisses, his tongue against mine, his teeth softly biting.

I shifted down, trailing kisses on that chest, those nipples, as I went.

Using my teeth and tongue on the muscles under that skin.

Nipping and sucking.

Licking and tasting.

Working my way down that trail.

Biting my way down.

And I learned something.

Jon likes being bit.