Come Play With Me Again: A Mischief Erotica Collection. Justine Elyot

I am darting in and out of his sweet slit, licking, licking, searching for that next drop of deliciousness I know he has for me: the salt of the earth.

      I sink to my knees then, between his, help pull his pants down to get at his balls, and slip one hand off his shaft to massage them gently. Next I replace that hand with my mouth to suck his warm nuts. He groans. While I am loving them, I continue to work his shaft, and I feel it continue to swell under my expert hands.

      When Brad sits forward on the sofa, I know it’s time for me to get fucked, and I relax my throat to take him in as far as he’ll go, knowing this means my lips will be kissing his torso, his thick cock all the way in me, in my mouth, my ‘other pussy’ that welcomes and loves my big hard man.

      And then I feel it, that last moment before he comes, when his balls rise up and his head swells that last little bit and he pulls out of my throat to shoot down it, spurt after spurt of warm, thick cream. I milk his shaft with my hands, emptying him of every drop. I suck and lick his tender head, cleaning him with my tongue. ‘Christ, Dana,’ my man groans as if in pain, yet I know he is spent and happy. His head is thrown back on the sofa, his face bathed in bliss.

      ‘What, baby?’ I ask, my head resting a moment on his knee.

      ‘Nothing. Just – Christ!’ I smile. He’s beyond words, beyond sense. I like taking him there, leaving him speechless.

      After a minute, Brad pulls himself back together and goes to fetch us plates and napkins. I eat a slice as Brad wolfs down two. He grabs a beer from the fridge for each of us and follows me into the bedroom. I’ve already kicked off my shoes, and Brad helps me out of the rest of my clothes and into my Wednesday-night attire: a loose T-shirt, cropped so short it barely covers my breasts. I love when he helps me undress like this, goes into my drawers to pick out what he wants me to wear, helps me put on one of the sexy tops he favours for fucking. He often babies me like this on Wednesdays; it’s part of our special midweek ritual, a subtle reminder to both of us that he’s the man in charge, while I’m at his beck and call when it comes to sex. He decides he wants panties on me tonight, so I leave them on.

      Whatever my man wants in bed, I give him. It’s always been that way. My mother taught me long ago: ‘When you find the right man, you let him be the boss, Dana, and you be sure to always give him what he wants, what he likes. Please him. You treat him like a man, and he’ll treat you like a woman.’ I knew even then – I was barely fourteen – she was talking about sex. So far, it’s proved to be damn good advice. Just ask Brad.

      He’s still in his jeans, but that’s because he wants to start me out with a good-girl spanking, over his knee, to lead us to the next focus of the evening: my pussy. He knows how wet he can get me with a dozen or two (or three) well-placed smacks on my all too eager derrière, and he likes to deliver them with me nearly – or entirely – naked, with him fully dressed or at least wearing pants. I’ve had all the cock I’m going to get for now. Until I’m spanked, soaking wet, sucked, licked, fingered and fully teased, and have begged him – begged him – for his cock, it won’t be sliding into my hot wet hole.

      He begins, as he always does, by massaging my cheeks, an action that ups the ante between my legs. I feel my clit start to pulse in anticipation of what I know is coming. The first slap is playful, and I can’t keep back that sex-fuelled laugh that eggs Brad on whenever he hears it. It’s a sultry sound, I know, and it bubbles out of me whenever my man teases me like this: slapping, rubbing, caressing, following up the caress with another slap, a little sharper, then smoothing out the sting with his strong, hard palm. Slap! Harder again, rub, caress. Slap! Still harder, and another giggle escapes me, followed by a sigh. He keeps it up until my eyes are full of tears and my ass is rising up to meet his hand, my body craving the pain that soaks the panties he’s left on me, my wet collecting in front of me, soaking through them to leave a big moist stain on his jeans. Sometimes he only smacks one cheek, rendering it red and aching while leaving the other white and wanting. Sometimes, like tonight, he moves from side to side, pinking me on both, spreading the burn.

      ‘You spanked me longer tonight,’ I say, and the words come out in my sexy voice. I’m flooded with endorphins and ready for my next treat.

      ‘An even three dozen,’ Brad confirms with a smile. ‘I was having so much fun, I didn’t want to stop. I could’ve gone on for three dozen more, if I hadn’t wanted to get into you with my cock,’ he admits.

      ‘So much fun, so little … patience,’ I observe, my clit throbbing now. I want him to tell me where he wants me next. ‘You and me both,’ I add, not wanting him to interpret my words as a criticism. He’ll get no complaint from me. I’m already over the moon, and he hasn’t even touched my swollen, aching pussy.

      ‘You should see your pretty ass, babe. I can’t wait to get into you – I love fucking my pinked-up girl,’ he teases me, and my mouth waters for the evening ahead of us.

      ‘OK, on the bed with you now. I wanna see just how slick I can get you tonight before I fuck you, little miss.’

      Brad pulls off his shirt, shoes and socks but leaves on his jeans, continuing to deny me the sight of his splendid cock. He knows what a tease it is when he keeps it from me like this – that’s why he does it. As always, I’ll be begging for a glimpse of it soon enough – for another taste of it, for the feel of it, for it rubbing my clit the way he sometimes does before he enters me, rubbing back and forth again and again, his hard, swollen shaft rubbing my tight, burgeoning bud. A thrill runs through me just thinking about it, runs right through my eager clit.

      He positions me on my back, feet planted on the bed, knees up and wide, and lowers himself between my inviting legs, pushing three fingers into me right from the start. I cry out from the tightness in my wet hole. My clit is already swollen, but Brad knows from experience that he can take me higher than this, and he does, circling my clit with his tongue as he slowly fucks me in and out with his thick, hard fingers.

      My cunt loosens up to him, finally, and now he speeds up, plunges deeper into me with his hand. As he does, he tightens the muscle of his tongue and increases its pressure on me. Then he downshifts, alternating the hard, fast fucking with tongue and fingers with soft, broad-tongued licks from my vagina up to and over my clit, and slow, deep thrusts of his hand. Before long, I am whimpering and sighing, and soon I begin to clutch at the sheet beneath me, feeling my climax rising, spiralling, about to break like a wave off Waikiki. When it does, my hands tighten into fists that hit the mattress again and again and again while I wail out my pleasure to my grinning guy.

      He crawls up beside me and slips his arms around me. ‘You needed that,’ he observes gently, revealing his concern and desire, as always, to give me what I need.

      I just nod.

      Then, my body relaxed for a moment, Brad suddenly decides to go serious Dom on me.

      ‘Lick it,’ he orders.

      ‘Lick what?’ I ask, my head still muddled from the high and the lack of blood moving through my brain. My cock buddy is nowhere in sight.

      ‘My face. Lick all your juice off my face, Slick. Every drop. Lick it clean.’

      ‘Yes, sir,’ I reply obediently, stifling a grin as I follow his order, licking his lips and cheeks and chin until he is satisfied and bends to kiss me deeply, again and again, until I feel my clit awaken once more and feel his cock pushing into my leg through his jeans.

      ‘How would you like me, sir?’ I continue the game, although it’s true that he is the boss between the sheets; he decides our positions du jour, he dictates the games whenever we play, and I’m happy to let him do so.

      ‘Stay on your back. Legs all the way up and back, feet over your shoulders.’ Oh, yes. One of his favourite positions. He can see my pinked ass; my pussy, too, is on sweet display. ‘I don’t think I’m finished eating you yet,’ he remarks offhandedly. I sigh with anticipation.

      He starts on my ass, rimming me sweetly with his talented tongue. He’s bent on taking me all the way to the top tonight, I can see, and I wonder whether my ass will appear on the menu later, when