Need
Walking outside, we’re instantly invigorated as the cool, crisp air washes over our bodies. It’s a welcome change from the almost stifling heat of the club. The clear, spring night’s alit with twinkling stars, lending itself toward the romantic…if you’re into that sort of thing…which I’m not, but I just can’t help myself as I smile at the man in my arms, noticing, not for the first time, how his eyes seem to even outshine the glittering sky.
Fuck, I’m turning into a lesbian.
As if reading my mind, Justin’s hand wanders down along my chest, then stomach, and I feel my abs flex in response. He smiles, feeling the quiver and continues downward until he reaches his goal, proving to both of us that a lesbian I am DEFINITELY NOT!
“Mmm, nice,” he purrs, giving a firm squeeze, his hand covering the growing bulge pressing out against my jeans.
I try to hold back the moan that wants to escape, and almost succeed. Only a tiny almost grunt passes over my lips, making Justin smile.
God, that smile. I feel it’s effects deep inside of me and…and something else…something so familiar…so perfect…something that only HE makes me feel that intensely.
It’s the need.
That grinding, coursing need that shoots through your body from head to toe. It aches and pulls at your gut until you can’t wait another second before giving in.
That’s what he makes me feel. What he does to me. And as I look down into his darkening eyes, I know he feels the same.
Bending my knees slightly, I press forward, my body moving impossibly closer to him. His back leans firmly against the car door, leaving nowhere for him to go but tighter against me. And the alignment from my subtle change in height makes him moan, as our hard dicks rub together exquisitely.
And I know…right this minute that I need him…need to touch and taste him more than I’ve ever needed anything before in my life.
Dramatic?
So the fuck what?
It’s what I feel.
And I don’t want to think about it…analyze it…try to understand exactly why. I just want to act upon it…right now.
“In the car,” I command, my voice raspy and low.
I feel Justin tense and hesitate for a moment, not sure whether to tell me to fuck off for ordering him around, or to give in and do what I tell him. But as his eyes burn into mine, I see the hint of a smile and I know he’s understood.
Moving back, Justin slips out from under me, going around to his side and climbs in, as I do the same. Closing the door, I immediately turn toward the incredible blond beside me and grin wickedly, receiving an almost shy smile in return.
Yeah, he knows what kind of mood I’m in now. The kind that always has him screaming for more…the kind that leaves him guessing just what I’ll do next.
Impatiently, Justin moves toward me but stops at the slight shake of my head. My eyes lock on his and his doubt is clear. He’s not sure what I want…so I make it clear.
I lean forward, my upper body edging closer to him, my face only inches from his and I breath out a long, heavy sigh…my warm breath washing over his slightly flushed cheeks, making him moan and shift in his seat.
Without warning my hand shifts, my long fingers completely engulfing the pulsing bulge in his pants, earning another moan from Justin as his eyes slide shut.
“I need you,” I say…another moan.
“I need to touch you,” I whisper…a gasp.
“I need to suck you,” I breathe…a whimper, and his hand comes up quickly, gripping my forearm tightly as he fights the urge to come.
I smile, because he’s that easy. I could have him fucking creaming his jeans in seconds if I wanted…and although the thought is quite tempting in its wickedness…I need more.
Tugging at the button and zipper, within seconds I have the object of my desire exposed and ready for the taking.
Unable to resist, I slip a finger around the tip, sliding it through the bubbling liquid that’s spilling from his slit. Justin moans and jerks, the sensation intense. He fights to open his eyes, wanting to see as well as feel what I’m doing and I feel my own cock jump and leak in its confinements from the incredible depth of his dark blue eyes, dripping with lust and desire.
“Bri…suck me.”
His voice is deep and scratchy, shooting right to my dick…and all I can do is obey.
Swooping down, I take his slick head between my lips and suck hard, letting my tongue slip into his piss hole, digging around for more of the good stuff…moaning when his balls let another bit go, giving me another taste.
“Oh, fuck…Brian.”
Justin’s grunts and sweet voice make me hotter and my need increases even more.
Loosening my grip, I slide downwards, taking in his full length until I end up buried nose deep in his pubes. Inhaling the intoxicating scent…”Mmmm,” I mumble, my hot breath wafting out over him, my mouth vibrating around him and feeling him shiver and shake from the overload of senses.
My reward?
As I pull up, letting my tongue slide against the throbbing vein, another little shot of fluid oozes out, and it’s so fuckin’ sweet that it makes my teeth ache…and I want more…and I know how to get it.
Unable to hold back any longer…my need taking over…I round my lips tightly and slide back down, my tongue constantly in motion along the way. Justin’s hips buck and he shouts as his sensitive head bumps the back of my throat and I instinctively swallow around it.
I know that drives him wild.
So I do it again.
And this time his hands thrash out, trying to find purchase, trying to keep from flying apart as my mouth dives and bobs and licks and sucks and makes him want to scream at the top of his lungs…so he does…and I love it.
“God…I…I...gonna…oh, fuck…fuck…FUCK…FUCK!!!!”
And he explodes.
Justin jerks and moans and arches sharply, his hands finding my hair and holding on tight.
Shot after shot after delicious shot fills my mouth and I swallow greedily, wanting more.
And then it’s over…and he’s spent…and I’m so fucking satisfied that I want to scream at the top of my lungs…but I don’t.
Instead I sit up and lean forward, pressing my forehead against my lover’s and sigh.
And I know that the need is still strong…still pumping through my veins.
And as Justin’s eyes flutter open, locking with mine, I see the elation and incredible feelings of love that I’ve caused…that I’VE put there…and I can’t help but smile.
‘Cause it feels so fuckin’ good.
And I can’t wait to do it again.