Beef With Broccoli

"Did you like that? You want to see it again? Up close?" I tease him, my voice thick from moaning out my first orgasm.

"Oh, god, yes." His cock twitches in my hand.

"You want me to spread my legs for you? To come on your fingers again?" I stroke him as much as I can with my hand restricted by his pants and trapped between our bodies.

"Please," he begs, punctuating with strong thrusts of his fingers into my pulsing pussy.

"Then I want you to lick my clit while you fuck me with your fingers." I give him a final hard squeeze before pulling my hand from his fly. Jay moves down the couch until he's kneeling between my spread knees, his fingers never leaving their work teasing inside me. I prop my shoulders up on a pillow to get a better view. The combination of my first orgasm and his continued fingering have left his hand wet to the wrist.

Jay uses his free hand to part my outer lips then lowers his mouth to my slit. At first, he keeps up his steady place while he gently sucks my straining clit between his lips and circles it with the tip of his tongue. Then, he increases the tempo and force of his strokes until his knuckles connect with my spread lips in solid, wet, smacks on each time he drives his fingers into me. He looks up at me, his black hair trailing across the palest part of my thighs.

"More," I demand, locking his eyes with mine. "Harder."

"Alright," he grins up at me, "but don't wake the neighbors." He pulls my right leg over his shoulder to open my body, then removes his fingers completely from my pussy to replace them with all four, tucked together into a long, elegant wedge. I grab the edge of a blanket draped over the couch and bite down hard on the edge to muffle my ecstatic screams as his fingers fill me. Jay watches my face carefully for signs he's going too far, but, to his credit, takes me at my word for what I want. He drags his tongue slowly back and forth across my clit while building to fucking me so hard and fast with his fingers that I can feel flecks of my wetness showering my thighs. Burning with the need to come again, I push my tank top and bra away from my breasts and pinch my nipples between my fingers and thumbs and bear down on his invading, stretching fingers.

I'm glad I thought to stick that blanket in my mouth! Otherwise I probably would have woken up everyone on the eight floors below us when I scream and come for him again. Jay pushes his fingers into me but holds them steady, letting me ride out the clenching spasms of my orgasm so he can feel it happen. He lays his cheek against my hip and looks up at me, then moves his fingers inside me again.

"No," I pant out. "No more right now." My whole body is still tingling and I feel hollow for a second when his fingers leave me.

"You're flushed bright pink," he smiles and pushes his hair out of his eyes where it's flopped forward and lays his palm against my mound. "It looks good on you."

"Mmmm," I respond, which is what passes for banter after an orgasm like that.

"I wouldn't have thought you liked it so rough, nice girl like you." I listen to break the code of his tone, the same way I have every time I've ever let a man give me what I really want. Turns out a lot of men love finding out a nice girl likes hard sex until they think she likes it harder than they do; I've had enough of enthusiastic third dates who stayed the night but got too busy for a fourth or fifth. Jay's words aren't coated in that familiar afterglow disbelief that curdles into contempt before the month is out.

"Nice girls don't?" I prod.

"Just surprised. Pleasantly surprised. " He sits back on his heels and I can see his neglected hard-on straining against his jeans. He shakes his head, staring at me. I'm about to ask if he sees something he likes when I remember I'm only wearing a shirt. I pull it off and unhook my bra, enjoying Jay enjoying me.

"I think you're wearing too many clothes," I say, feeling that hunger to be filled roaring back into my sex.

"And I think everything about you is working overtime to make me hard." Jay pulls his t-shirt off over his head. His chest and stomach are lean and rippled. He still has tan lines across his biceps that show a lot of time spent outside in t-shirts and his skin underneath is smooth, the color of really fine parchment paper, something you'd see made into a fancy invitation. I sit forward and wrap my fingers around his belt and stroke my thumbs down along the sides of his shaft through his pants.

"I'm about ready to feel this thick cock inside me."

"Overtime," he mutters, closing his eye and tilting his head back. He leans forward and kisses me while I tease him. "Please tell me you have condoms."

Yes! I have condoms! I'm a responsible adult who has sex, and I keep them in the nightstand next to my bed. I know, because in October I...used the last goddamn one on a guy who told me he didn't have any time to see me until "after Thanksgiving" and never texted again. Fuck. At least I had the one in my bag, the one for sexy emergencies. That was...the one that somehow fell out of my bag in front of the principal of my school at lunch two weeks ago. I dropped a paper napkin over it before he could really notice what it was and had to toss it in the trash when I bussed my tray because the principal was still talking to me.

I flop forward like a rag doll until my forehead touches his chest. "Goddammit," I mutter, "I forgot to get another box. You don't have one?"

"I wasn't planning on getting that lucky." He tilts my chin up with one hand and kisses me while using the other to press my hand into his erection. "Maybe I need to rethink how sexy this whole 'Chinese food delivery guy' thing is."

"What you need to rethink," I said as I rubbed down between his legs and cupped his balls, "is wearing these pants." I kiss his neck, his hairless chest, one dark brown nipple. "I may not be able to feel you filling me up completely tonight, but at least I can taste you."

Jay stands up and efficiently flicks his leather belt free of its buckle, unlaces his Chuck Taylors, and is standing in front of me naked in under a minute. I love the way his calves and thighs swell out from his knees, the way his cock points straight out at me from the black hair between his dimpled hips. Most men look ridiculous and self-conscious to me with all their clothes off, like it's something they'd never do in front of anyone if it didn't lead to sex. Jay makes me want to come up with long lists of reasons for him to be naked for no reason at all. He steps toward me and catches my hand in his before I can touch his swollen cock, as thick as my wrist with a tapered, shiny head.

"Let me get on my back. I want you at the same time."

I look down Jay's body from where I'm kneeling over his face and lower myself across his flat stomach. He's quite a bit taller than me, so I have to stretch forward and guide his cock to my lips with my hand. I flick my tongue out, swiping up precum from the shiny brown head. He has a short ridge of soft foreskin, already pulled back, and his shaft and balls are darker and browner than even the tanned skin on his forearms. I wet my lips with my tongue and slide them gently across the head of his cock while he moans and bites softly at my inner thighs. He has a savory taste, not bitter at all and not too salty. I open my lips and suck lightly, only taking him into my mouth as far as the edge of his rolled-back foreskin before sliding him out until the tip only is pressed to my lips, never losing contact.

"Jesus, Lindsay," he moans before occupying his tongue with sliding along the lips of my sex.

I circle my forefinger and thumb around that ring of loose skin and see how far up I can pull it. It moves maybe a half an inch, just covering the bottom of his head. I press my lips against it like a kiss. No, it's more like getting a good seal when performing mouth-to-mouth on someone who's drowned. I move everything, my mouth, my hand, and his foreskin as far up and down as the three will go together as I rub my tongue against the head. Jay presses his face against my pussy and digs his tongue into me in swirling sweeps.

To be honest, I'm worried about getting him into my mouth. He's not too long, but with as thick as he is, I'm worried about my teeth. I loosen my grip and let more of him into my mouth, finding that if I relax my jaw and let my hand do most of the work, I can completely hold him. I cup his balls with my free hand and give them a very gentle tug. I feel his moan vibrating against my pussy, so I grip them a little tighter. His hips are rolling up to meet my hand and mouth, gentle thrusts that seem almost involuntary at first.

I pick up the pace and suction with my mouth and he follows with his thrusting. I keep his scrotum tightly cupped in my palm while sliding my fingers further down between his legs, teasing into the smooth skin that separates me from his prostate. He whole body jerks and he yawps from between my thighs, the only warning I have that his twitching dick is going to fill my mouth with his cum. I cough in surprise at first, then close my lips tightly around his shaft and wait out the slowing spurts until I think he's done.

I gently suck down to the tip and swallow my whole mouthful. It's savory, like his precum, not too salty but a faint sense of Clorox lingers behind my nose.

"That was incredible." Jay kisses my thigh. "And I'm not just saying that because I want you to do it again as soon as I recover."

I move so I can trail my body alongside his and kiss him. He doesn't hesitate to kiss back, even though I can still taste his cum on my tongue and I know he probably can, too. I nestle my face into the hair that hangs by his shoulder. "I cannot tell you how sorry I'm going to be in about an hour that we don't have any condoms."

"Not half as sorry as me." He wraps his arms around me tightly. "But some things are worth the wait."

"Just like some things are worth running up nine flights of stairs?"

"Just like that."

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" I'm already thinking about a night full of making Jay come with my mouth, with my hands, maybe pressed between my breasts or even rubbing between my cheeks, anything I can do without him being inside me. I'm thinking about how handsome he'd look waking up next to me, his silky black hair a mess, his long limbs stretching into a morning yawn.

"I do. I have to go in at five."

"At night?" He makes an inarticulate noise of mild disgust.

"No such luck."

"Fuck, that's only in a few...what on earth do you have to do at five AM on a Saturday?"

"Gotta learn how to make a thousand egg rolls. My aunt and uncle are retiring. I'm taking over the restaurant by summer."

"So, you got off work with just enough time to catch some sleep before going back in and you decided to get strawberry ice cream and see if I was up for company instead?"

"Yep."

"Oh, hell. And you spent almost two hours watching Scream Bloody Death."

"I think we already established that was my own damn fault."

I rub my cheek against his shoulder. The heat of his skin sends new waves of throbs through my breasts and stomach, through my pelvis. I have the same feeling I had before, when he almost left the apartment. No, it's the feeling I had after he kissed me the first time and took off down the stairs, like I got this single, short shot of what I wanted and it was slipping away, not because of something I did or didn't do but just from the tidal pull of circumstance. It's hard to walk up nine flights of stairs when there are easier to reach options. Before I can think too much about what that premonition means, my mouth takes over.

"I'm trying to think of a way to talk you into staying the night, but it sounds like it might be a bad idea."

It hangs in the air between us, neither of us saying anything for a few of his deep breaths. It's the first time I feel naked all night, aware of every inch of my skin stuck to his in the jungle heat of the radiator.

"I need to go home to clean up. I really can't go in to cook at the restaurant wearing the same clothes I was wearing yesterday and smelling like sex."

"You can use my-"

"Lindsay, there is no shower in the world that is going to make me not smell like sex if I stay the night. When I get out of the shower, if you're here, which is pretty likely because it's your apartment, I'm going to have to have sex with you again before I leave. Unavoidable."

He kisses my forehead and sits up, looking around for his discarded clothes. "I'll make you a deal, though. I'm getting off work at two. Will you be around?"

"Yes." I wrap one of the blankets from the couch around me like a cloak and watch him pull on his boxers while he hunts for his socks.

"Good. How about I bring over some of my eggrolls and a movie and we give this another shot."

"With condoms?" I ask. His shy smile is even more attractive because I know he can probably still taste me on that irresistible full curve of his bottom lip.

"I'd like that."

"Me, too." He skims into his t-shirt and jeans nearly as fast as he took them off. My throat tightens when I see how his black hair hangs when he bends over to lace up his high-tops.

"Good. I have one condition, though," he says.

"What?"

"I get to pick the movie this time."

I walk him to the door without bothering to wear anything but the blue blanket from the couch, wrapped around my chest and trailing along the floor like an impromptu ball gown. Here we are again, him in the hallway, me leaning against the doorframe. Things are still vibrant and cozy and mine behind me and the start of ugliness and uncertainty below me, nine stories down. Jay plants one long, lingering kiss on my lips before trekking down the stairs.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you, Wong, Jay Wong," I call out as he disappears.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Lindsay Beef-With-Broccoli."

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