Selena Kitt - Baumgartner generations - Janie

Nodding, I let my legs do what they wanted to anyway and sank to kneeling in the tub. His cock was rigid and I tugged on its wet length, using the water flowing down his body as natural lubrication. He turned so he was leaning back against the tiles now, letting me play.

"So hard." I rubbed the head of his dick against my lips. "You really liked fingering my asshole didn't you?"

His eyes brightened when he looked down at me. "You have no idea."

"What do you think it would feel like to put your cock in there?" I teased, licking his precum off with my tongue. I couldn't see it-everything was too wet-but I could taste it.

He groaned. "Fucking fantastic." Grabbing my hair, he slid his cock between my lips, not patient anymore. "A lot like this," he panted, ignoring my pleas as he began to fuck my mouth. He knew I loved it. "Only tighter." I gagged a little as he thrust deep and I grabbed the base of his cock to keep from taking too much. "And hotter."

Just the pace he set made me crazy and my pussy responded, aching for more. I wanted him in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass, everything all at once. I couldn't get enough of him. He moaned when my fingernails grazed his balls, and then I cupped them gently, feeling their weight. I let him slip out of my mouth so I could tease his balls with my tongue.

"Oh god, Janie," he breathed, his hand in my hair. I guided his other hand to his cock as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. "You want me to stroke it for you?"

I nodded eagerly and he took it in his fist, pumping slowly as he watched me suck and lick his balls. The water dripped over his hard, flat belly and down into my mouth as I tongued him. I loved seeing him jerk off, the way his head went back, how the muscles in his stomach clenched and rolled.

I couldn't help myself-I reached down to touch my pussy, rubbing gently around my clit, avoiding the aching throb of my hole. Damn, Catherine had really gone to town on me last night. Still, I shivered with the memory, watching TJ stroke himself for me as he watched me touch myself, too. His eyes were full of lust when he looked at me, the water slicking my hair back, beading on my breasts and belly, dripping down between my legs.

"You really want to fuck something that isn't sore?" I bit my lip as I met his gaze.

His eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Instead of responding, I grinned, reaching up and squeezing soap out of the dispenser. His anticipation turned to amusement when I started spreading it over my tits, making them incredibly soapy.

"Tease," he admonished, but his hand moved faster in response to seeing the soapy water make its way over my breasts and down my belly. "Push them together."

I did as he asked, kneeling up so he could get a better angle. His eyes followed my movements as I rubbed my nipples, the soap slick on my hands, pressing my breasts up and together for him. He slapped his cock against my tits and I arched, watching him bend his knees so he could slide it up from the bottom, pressing between my flesh, the head of his cock appearing at the top of my cleavage.

"God, you've got incredible tits." His praise made me blush as he began to thrust, his hips working. I moaned softly, enjoying the exquisite sight of his cock appearing and disappearing again, the shower water from above flooding the crevice, making the soap turn into frothy suds as he fucked my tits, faster, faster. He growled and grabbed my breasts in his big hands, just using my flesh now to get off.

I had to get myself off, too. My pussy was sopping and I used the heel of my hand, rolling my hips and riding it out. It wasn't going to take long, the way TJ was thrusting and bucking and moaning all sorts of dirty things to me.

"Take that cock, you little slut," he groaned. "You like it between your tits? You're such a little cockwhore."

Oh, god. It was so true. I rubbed myself off faster, eager for my orgasm and for his. I wanted his cum all over me.

"Oh fuck! Janieeee!" He called my name as he came, mashing the softness of my breasts around his throbbing cock. I felt every fiery explosion of cum, the first blast hard enough to bathe my neck in alabaster devotion, the next coming in a bold gush from the head of his dick and then dripping like hot seed pearls over the rise of my breasts. I cried out, convulsing as I came too, just from watching the brilliant display of his climax, the heel of my hand riding hard against my cunt as I shuddered and threw my head back and howled.

"Oh god," he whispered, bending to scoop me into his arms and shower me with kisses. I put my arms around his neck, letting him hold me like a baby as he sank to the tub floor with me in his arms, resting my cheek against the rise and fall of his chest. "I love you so much, Janie girl. So very much."

I nodded, closing my eyes. I loved him, too, I did. I loved them both. I loved them so much I didn't know what I would do without them in my life.

The water had gone from hot to warm, and I knew it was going to run to cold soon and force us out, but for that moment, we were content, holding onto each other and rocking together.

* * * *

"Wow." Josh's eyes lit up and he gave a low wolf-whistle when I stepped out onto the porch. I couldn't help the rush of blood to my face-and to other parts of my body-

when I saw his rapacious look. "Is red the new black?"

"Everything is the new black." I rolled my eyes, but I glanced down at my dress-

it was a short, sexy red number with a sweetheart neckline and wide shoulder straps.

The best part was the fully ruched torso that fit me like a second skin. I pulled my wrap up across my shoulders, now that he'd had the full effect. It was a warm night, almost summer-like, but my shoulders were bare and it would grow cool later in the evening.

"Who would have thought more material would be sexier?" he mused as I followed him to the car. No limo-this was a brand new Mustang GT, sleek and black, riding low to the ground. "So how you feeling, Just-Janie?"

I smiled as he opened the passenger door for me. "No longer hungover, thankfully."

"Well, let's see if we can fix that." He winked as he shut the my door, trotting around the front of the car to get into the driver's side.

"I am definitely not getting drunk tonight," I informed him as the car purred to life and I put on my seat belt. "Apparently, I do stupid things when I'm drunk."

He chuckled, buckling up too. "Well we can't have that."

I watched as he shifted-it was a stick-and the vehicle responded immediately.

"Nice car."

"She's a sweet ride." He shifted again as he neared the stop sign at the end of our street.

"Why do men always talk about cars as if they're women?" I wondered aloud.

"Because they are." He turned left.

"How can you tell?" I snorted, opening my purse and finding a box of Altoids. "Did you turn it over and look?"

"Did you see this beauty?" Josh asked, incredulous, glancing over as I opened the tin and dug out a breath mint. "The lines, the curves…she's a looker, this one.

Stunning."

"Really?" I sucked on the breath mint, wincing at the intensity. They were, indeed, 'curiously strong.' "Are we still talking about a car?"

He grinned. "She's fast and reliable, but she can be high maintenance." He shifted to slow down at a light, the engine going from low roar to easy rumble.

"Sometimes you have to sweet-talk her to get her to go where you want her to…"

"Well, jeez, does she put out too?"

He grinned. "That depends on your definition."

"Well if a car is a woman…" I offered him an Altoid. He shook his head, watching me plunk the tin back into my purse. "One good thing… no PMS."

He laughed. "True enough."

I turned to look at his profile as he drove, heading out onto the highway now. I couldn't decide if I liked him better cleaned up and dressed in a suit or in his pajamas with his hair all mussed. Both had their appeal.