Black Light: Jazzed
Excerpt By Lesley Clark
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Her mouth was pleasure beyond anything he had ever experienced. He could stay there all night, and never want to leave.
She was hesitant, at first, but when she got her rhythm he felt as if he might lose himself in her. He placed his hands on either side of her head, holding her still, and started to rock. Within a minute, he was fucking her face and made no apologies for it.
When she swallowed around his head, it required every bit of self control he had not to explode down her throat. He stepped back pulling out of her sweet mouth with a pop. She followed, and it seemed she didn’t want to stop either.
“I told you I want to be in your pussy when I come, and that’s what I meant.”
Reaching down, he removed his pants and underwear before going over to the small table beside the couch where he grabbed a condom from the drawer. He knew the rules. Though everyone was required to provide proof that they were clean, all men in the club had to wear a condom. For the first time since losing his virginity at the age of sixteen, he thought of what it might be like to take a woman without one. He had a feeling if he ever did, he would never want to be with her wearing one again.
He sat down and beckoned her forward. Jazz shuffled closer, looking at her hands, picking at her thumbnail, until she stood between his knees. Was she nervous after all they had shared? He couldn’t let that happen, so he knew he needed to get her out of her own head again.
Michael brought his hands up her legs, starting at the back of her knees and trailing up to the globes of her perfect ass. Reaching under her hot leather mini skirt, he grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, happy she had obeyed him and didn’t have anything in the way of what he wanted. He trailed his way down the crease until he reached her tight hole. Ever since he saw her reaction to the scene on the stage, all he could think about was taking her ass. That wasn’t going to happen tonight, but there would come a time he would get her ready and make her want it.
As the thought settled in his mind, he froze, shocked. Nothing after tonight was promised. Hadn’t she been clear about her busy life? For all he knew she lived across the country. He had to get control of his thoughts and stay in the moment like he forced her to do, and not waste the time he had with her.
He pushed his finger slightly into her, and she moaned her pleasure. He didn’t go past the first knuckle because if he did, this would go a completely different direction than what they were given by the spin of the wheel.
He brought his hands around and unbuttoned her skirt. As he lowered her zipper, he let the skirt drop to the floor so her arousal could not be hidden. Her juices glistened on her upper thighs and when the smell of her arousal reached him, he could almost taste it on his tongue. She was as hot about what was happening as he was.
“Pixie, you smell so good.” He ran his left hand through her slit and brought it to his nose before taking a deep inhale. When he placed his finger to her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked in his finger with the same enthusiasm as she had his cock. He felt his balls tighten up with the visual it presented.
Pulling his finger from her mouth, he tore open the condom.
Rolling it on his cock was almost painful. If he didn’t release in her hot little body soon, he would surely die.
“Come here, Pixie,” he beckoned. She had remained so quiet, he needed to make sure she was okay with what was happening. He was the Dom, so that meant her wellbeing was more important than anything, including his dick. “You’re quiet. Tell me where you are.”
“I’m green, Sir,” was her only response.
“Not good enough, Pixie. Before we go any further, you need to tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.” He would walk away before he would take her without knowing where her mind was.
“Can’t we just have sex without you psychoanalyzing me, Doc?” she snarked. He couldn’t believe how quickly her attitude had changed. He put his hands on either side of her waist and placed her on his lap with a knee on either side of his hips. They sat there, face to face, with his cock nestled between her labia as he grabbed the hair at the base of her neck forcing her to meet his gaze. She wouldn’t be able to hide this way.
“I am going to ignore the attitude for a moment. You will tell me what’s going on, and you’ll tell me now. If you choose not to, then understand there will be consequences, after which you will end up telling me anyway. So, save yourself and start talking.” This wasn’t supposed to be that kind of scene, but this felt like more than a scene. His Dom senses screamed at him to get this right.
When she tried to keep her gaze from his eyes, he tightened his grip on her hair.
“Please, little one. Tell me what’s going on, so I can fix it.”
When she finally met his gaze, she sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she said without continuing.
“What can’t you do, sweetheart?” He stroked her face. Her beautiful eyes were sad. He was missing an important piece of the puzzle.
“I came into tonight looking for a bit of fun before I leave on tour. Somehow, at least for me, it seems to be turning into something more...”
“Oh, little Pixie. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that this would be something more, though I couldn’t have imagined just how much.” He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her mouth, which she deepened the moment his lips touched hers. Without thought, he regained control of the kiss, holding her in place. She returned his passion easily, giving herself to him as he closed his fist in her hair, and her body finally relaxed. Though she seemed confused about her emotions, her body wanted this. When he pulled her head back, her breaths were shallow and rapid.
“I want to submit to you in a way I can barely understand. It scares me, but that… that is the truth, Sir.” That was all he needed to hear. He was going to give them both what they needed in the moment, and they would figure out the rest later. He lifted her and brought her down on his dick. She was so tight he needed to lower her at an achingly slow pace, so he didn’t hurt her. When he was finally fully sheathed, he stopped. He needed a moment to gather himself, because once he started, he wouldn’t stop again until neither of them knew their own names.
“Oh, please, Sir. I need you to move or I might die.” She panted as she attempted to move to give herself what she wanted, but he was having none of that.
He tightened his hands on her hips and held her in place.
“Naughty girl. You are not in charge of what’s happening here, and if you try that again, I’ll take you to the edge over and over again and never let you fall over. Is that clear?” He gritted his teeth, using all his willpower to remain still.
“You must have fucking nerves of steel, Sir.”
He needed to move more than he needed his next breath. “Not at all, little Pixie. I just need to make sure you are stretched enough that I don’t hurt you. I want you to put your hands behind my neck and lock your fingers together. Do not let go, and do not come until I tell you to. Am I clear?”
She locked her fingers behind his neck and answered, “Yes, Sir.”
That was all it took for him to let go. He pounded into her pussy with enough force to lift her from his lap before slamming her back down again. He did it over and over, and the more he gave her, the more vocal she became.
“Please, Sir! Please let me come!”
“Almost, my sweet. Hold on for me. You can do it.” He pounded her, because he thought his dick might explode at any moment, and he would welcome it. When he could take no more, he yelled out, “Come, my Pixie, now!”
She was hesitant, at first, but when she got her rhythm he felt as if he might lose himself in her. He placed his hands on either side of her head, holding her still, and started to rock. Within a minute, he was fucking her face and made no apologies for it.
When she swallowed around his head, it required every bit of self control he had not to explode down her throat. He stepped back pulling out of her sweet mouth with a pop. She followed, and it seemed she didn’t want to stop either.
“I told you I want to be in your pussy when I come, and that’s what I meant.”
Reaching down, he removed his pants and underwear before going over to the small table beside the couch where he grabbed a condom from the drawer. He knew the rules. Though everyone was required to provide proof that they were clean, all men in the club had to wear a condom. For the first time since losing his virginity at the age of sixteen, he thought of what it might be like to take a woman without one. He had a feeling if he ever did, he would never want to be with her wearing one again.
He sat down and beckoned her forward. Jazz shuffled closer, looking at her hands, picking at her thumbnail, until she stood between his knees. Was she nervous after all they had shared? He couldn’t let that happen, so he knew he needed to get her out of her own head again.
Michael brought his hands up her legs, starting at the back of her knees and trailing up to the globes of her perfect ass. Reaching under her hot leather mini skirt, he grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, happy she had obeyed him and didn’t have anything in the way of what he wanted. He trailed his way down the crease until he reached her tight hole. Ever since he saw her reaction to the scene on the stage, all he could think about was taking her ass. That wasn’t going to happen tonight, but there would come a time he would get her ready and make her want it.
As the thought settled in his mind, he froze, shocked. Nothing after tonight was promised. Hadn’t she been clear about her busy life? For all he knew she lived across the country. He had to get control of his thoughts and stay in the moment like he forced her to do, and not waste the time he had with her.
He pushed his finger slightly into her, and she moaned her pleasure. He didn’t go past the first knuckle because if he did, this would go a completely different direction than what they were given by the spin of the wheel.
He brought his hands around and unbuttoned her skirt. As he lowered her zipper, he let the skirt drop to the floor so her arousal could not be hidden. Her juices glistened on her upper thighs and when the smell of her arousal reached him, he could almost taste it on his tongue. She was as hot about what was happening as he was.
“Pixie, you smell so good.” He ran his left hand through her slit and brought it to his nose before taking a deep inhale. When he placed his finger to her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked in his finger with the same enthusiasm as she had his cock. He felt his balls tighten up with the visual it presented.
Pulling his finger from her mouth, he tore open the condom.
Rolling it on his cock was almost painful. If he didn’t release in her hot little body soon, he would surely die.
“Come here, Pixie,” he beckoned. She had remained so quiet, he needed to make sure she was okay with what was happening. He was the Dom, so that meant her wellbeing was more important than anything, including his dick. “You’re quiet. Tell me where you are.”
“I’m green, Sir,” was her only response.
“Not good enough, Pixie. Before we go any further, you need to tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.” He would walk away before he would take her without knowing where her mind was.
“Can’t we just have sex without you psychoanalyzing me, Doc?” she snarked. He couldn’t believe how quickly her attitude had changed. He put his hands on either side of her waist and placed her on his lap with a knee on either side of his hips. They sat there, face to face, with his cock nestled between her labia as he grabbed the hair at the base of her neck forcing her to meet his gaze. She wouldn’t be able to hide this way.
“I am going to ignore the attitude for a moment. You will tell me what’s going on, and you’ll tell me now. If you choose not to, then understand there will be consequences, after which you will end up telling me anyway. So, save yourself and start talking.” This wasn’t supposed to be that kind of scene, but this felt like more than a scene. His Dom senses screamed at him to get this right.
When she tried to keep her gaze from his eyes, he tightened his grip on her hair.
“Please, little one. Tell me what’s going on, so I can fix it.”
When she finally met his gaze, she sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she said without continuing.
“What can’t you do, sweetheart?” He stroked her face. Her beautiful eyes were sad. He was missing an important piece of the puzzle.
“I came into tonight looking for a bit of fun before I leave on tour. Somehow, at least for me, it seems to be turning into something more...”
“Oh, little Pixie. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that this would be something more, though I couldn’t have imagined just how much.” He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her mouth, which she deepened the moment his lips touched hers. Without thought, he regained control of the kiss, holding her in place. She returned his passion easily, giving herself to him as he closed his fist in her hair, and her body finally relaxed. Though she seemed confused about her emotions, her body wanted this. When he pulled her head back, her breaths were shallow and rapid.
“I want to submit to you in a way I can barely understand. It scares me, but that… that is the truth, Sir.” That was all he needed to hear. He was going to give them both what they needed in the moment, and they would figure out the rest later. He lifted her and brought her down on his dick. She was so tight he needed to lower her at an achingly slow pace, so he didn’t hurt her. When he was finally fully sheathed, he stopped. He needed a moment to gather himself, because once he started, he wouldn’t stop again until neither of them knew their own names.
“Oh, please, Sir. I need you to move or I might die.” She panted as she attempted to move to give herself what she wanted, but he was having none of that.
He tightened his hands on her hips and held her in place.
“Naughty girl. You are not in charge of what’s happening here, and if you try that again, I’ll take you to the edge over and over again and never let you fall over. Is that clear?” He gritted his teeth, using all his willpower to remain still.
“You must have fucking nerves of steel, Sir.”
He needed to move more than he needed his next breath. “Not at all, little Pixie. I just need to make sure you are stretched enough that I don’t hurt you. I want you to put your hands behind my neck and lock your fingers together. Do not let go, and do not come until I tell you to. Am I clear?”
She locked her fingers behind his neck and answered, “Yes, Sir.”
That was all it took for him to let go. He pounded into her pussy with enough force to lift her from his lap before slamming her back down again. He did it over and over, and the more he gave her, the more vocal she became.
“Please, Sir! Please let me come!”
“Almost, my sweet. Hold on for me. You can do it.” He pounded her, because he thought his dick might explode at any moment, and he would welcome it. When he could take no more, he yelled out, “Come, my Pixie, now!”