Selena Kitt - Baumgartner generations - Janie

"Yes." He stared at the tiles as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. "That time, it did." He looked at me then and I'd never seen such a deep expression of sad and scared like that before. It made my heart clench. "But what about this time?"

"Can it happen again?"

"Yes."

"But it might not," I argued, swallowing hard.

"That's true."

"But you're still scared." My arms went around his neck.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice sounding choked and I knew there were tears in it.

"Now I'm scared." I shivered in spite of the heat of the water.

"Ah, Janie girl, I'm sorry…" He kissed the top of my head, stroking my wet skin. "I didn't mean to scare you, too."

"I don't want to lose her." Even saying the words felt like a dream. It couldn't happen. I wouldn't let it.

"I don't either." He kissed my cheek, my mouth. "I don't want to lose either of you."

"She'll be okay," I insisted, kissing him back. His tongue was warm, probing, his hands moving on my ass again. This time I didn't push them away.

"God, I love your body," he said against my ear, nibbling there, his thigh sliding between mine.

"Easy…" I groaned as his fingers probed between my legs.

"Are you really that sore?" He sounded genuinely surprised.

"Uh huh."

"Well I'll be gentle…" He grinned, sinking to his knees and pressing me back against the tiles. "How about I kiss it and make it all better?"

"Oooohh." I moaned softly as he carefully spread my lips. They were already swollen, and not just from the night before. I'd been thinking about Josh, lazily rubbing myself, when TJ interrupted me. Now his tongue pressed flat against my clit, moving back and forth, making me rock my hips in response.

"Oh yes," I murmured, my hands in his hair. It was cut short and there wasn't much to grab onto-not like Josh's dark curls. And I had to admit, I was imagining it right then, thinking about shoving Josh's face against my wet pussy. I couldn't help it.

"Oooo, god, no," I protested when his fingers probed between my lips, sliding up inside me. I was so sore from the fucking Catherine had given me from the strap-on I could barely stand it. "Not inside, please…"

"You poor baby." He slid his fingers out and used them to spread my lips wider. I put one foot up on the edge of the tub, giving his mouth better access. "How about I just fuck you with my tongue?"

"Oh!" I rolled my pelvis forward when he made his tongue hard, like a tiny cock snaking its way into my cunt, his nose rubbing against my clit. I looked down to see him, water dripping over my breasts and belly, his eyes turned upward to mine. "Oh god, baby, that's good! TJ, yes!"

"Mmmm!" was his only successful response.

I grabbed the back of his neck, grinding my hips, my clit throbbing, my pussy already wet from the shower, but slicker from my juices as he thrust his tongue in deep.

I mauled my breast in my other hand, pinching my nipple, sending delicious shockwaves down through my belly. All the sensation was centered between my thighs as I tottered against him, rubbing my clit into the hard press of his nose.

"TJ!" I moaned when he slid a finger past my pussy, probing further back, pressing against the tight pucker of my ass. "Oh! God!"

"Did she fuck you here?" He broke away to ask me the question and I whimpered, not wanting him to stop.

"No," I panted, propelling him back toward my pussy.

"So I can do this?" His finger, wet and soapy from the dispenser on the wall, slid easily past my sphincter. I clenched, but it was no use.

"TJ," I begged, shaking my head but quivering anyway, my body responding even though my head told me not to. In the year or so we'd been together, I still hadn't

let him fuck my ass. Ronnie had encouraged me, and I'd watched him do her that way, but I just…couldn't.

"Just my fingers," he assured me, sliding another one in, making me cry out.

"Ohhhhh god," I whispered, feeling him begin to fuck me, slow, not deep, just easing his way in to the knuckles and then back out again.

"You like that?" He leaned in to kiss my clit like it was my mouth, exploring with his tongue.

"No," I lied, mewing, careening. "No, please… don't…"

Then TJ stood, not moving his fingers, and I tried to wiggle away, but he forced the fullness of weight against me, kissing me breathless against the wet tiles.

"Let's try this." He reached over his head and took one of the shower heads down. He flicked the side of it with his thumb, turning the shower massager on. "Nice and easy."

"Nooo," I whispered as he slid it down between my legs, focusing the pulsing spray on the already sweltering nub of my clit. He knew I couldn’t resist the shower massager, and he was right. It felt too fucking good. It demanded my hips grind, looking for more, forcing his fingers deeper into my ass.

"That's a girl." He watched me, his cock like a hot steel poker against my thigh.

"You like it in your ass. I know you do."

I gritted my teeth and shook my head, seeing him only through slits, but I thrust against his hand, the pounding wet heat of the shower massager driving me crazy. I held onto him, my knees weak, and nearly screamed as his fingers moved in deep, as deep as they could go, really fucking me now.

"Ohhhh TJ!" I moaned, struggling in his arms. His body was hard and lean, flattening me against the tiles. I bit his shoulder, raking my teeth there, licking an apology with my tongue afterward, lost in sensation.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he encouraged me. "Fuck me back. Do it. Faster, baby. Take it in your ass!"

I closed my eyes fully against his words, but I couldn't stop the feeling, his fingers spreading me wide while the water flooded my clit with pleasure, taking me right to the edge of ecstasy.

"Tell me!" TJ’ s fingers moved like lightning, and god, yes, I found myself transported into fantasy, imagining a cock inside me now, fucking that tight hole. "Tell me, Janie."

"Noooo," I wailed, biting my lip, still wanting to deny it even as I was envisioning it.

"Yes!" He pressed the shower head fully against my pussy, rubbing it there, grinding. Oh my fucking god. That was too much. "Yes, yes, tell me yes!"

"Ahhhhh!" My nails dug into his back as I gave into it, gave into him. "Yes! Oh fuck yes, TJ, yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! I love it! Oh god yes!"

I screamed the last, my climax catching up with me as TJ shoved the shower head against my cunt and drove his fingers deep into my ass. I let him have it all, my pussy throbbing with delicious spasms, even my tight little asshole clenching, rewarding his plunging fingers. He held me up as I came, my knees going out almost completely, my whole body vibrating with my final release. Then I crumpled in his arms, against the lean, wet, hard warmth of his body as the sensation overtook me.

"Jesus." He put the shower head back, the water flooding us both with pulsing heat, still holding me tight. "That was so fucking hot."

"Mmmm." I was floating, lost.

TJ took my limp weight in his arms, kissing me, my mouth, my chin, my neck, my breasts.

"Don't get any ideas," I said when I started to come around, glimpsing the light in his eyes. "I am still not letting you fuck my ass."

"No?" He pouted, but he was smiling, kidding me. "Then I'll just have to fuck a different hole…one that isn't sore… let me see…" I shied away when his hand reached for my pussy. "Hmmm, not here…" His slippery fingers probed my navel and I laughed.

"Can't fit in here, I'm afraid."

Grabbing the fat, wet bulge of his cock and squeezing, I said, "Hardly," making him groan.

"How about here?" His fingers reached my lips, smearing over them. He kissed me, his tongue probing, making my limbs feel weak again. "Will you let me fuck your mouth?"