When Jesse and I reached the front porch, I felt like my insides were going to fall out.

I sucked in a deep breath and then blew it out slowly, trying to regulate my runaway respiration.

He put a hand on my back and laughed. We’d raced each other the last few blocks. Training for a 5K together had started as fun, then got monotonous, then we started to bitch at each other, and finally we’d decided to spice it up. We mixed up our routes, yelled words of encouragement, cracked jokes, promised each other sexual favors, and then there was our favorite bit: racing each other to the finish line, a.k.a. home.

“How you holding up, love?”

“I think I might puke,” I gasped.

He looked at his fitness tracker, and I looked at mine.

“Best mile time: six minutes, 38 seconds,” Jesse said, grinning.

I flashed my band at him. “Six minutes, 37 seconds!”

“One fucking second.”

“One fucking second!” I laughed like the bad guy in a B movie and then managed to find my door key with shaking fingers. “I need water. Or a drink. Jesus Christ. My heart’s about to beat out of my chest.”

I pushed the door open, and we both made a beeline for the kitchen where ice-cold bottles of water lived. It was a mere 38 degrees outside, but we were both so hot from the exertion that freezing cold water sounded great.

We stood there in the kitchen, red-faced and sweating while we guzzled water, and after we’d each caught our breath, we started laughing again.

“Now what was it I promised you if you beat my time?” he asked, brushing a sweaty lock of hair out of my face. I’d pulled my beanie off and the resulting hairstyle was best described as “Medusa.”

I rolled my eyes. “Pussy-eating that would turn my brain upside down and my body inside out.”

“Sound like a good time to you?” He leaned in and kissed me, and I found that despite being drained from the run, I was suddenly raring for another type of physical exertion.

“Truthfully, I like my brain right side up and my body right side out,” I joked.

Jesse unzipped my fleece jacket and peeled it off me. Then he motioned for me to raise my arms. He tugged my tee over my head, and then slipped off my bra.

He reached for me with both hands and groped my tits. My nipples grew tight. He bent and sucked one between his lips. When I sighed, he moved to the other.

“Salty,” he said. “How about pussy-eating that gives you several orgasms and makes you even crazier for me and makes you scream my name?”

“That sounds much more tempting.” He covered my pussy with his hand and squeezed me gently through my running tights. Then he peeled them off me, and I whimpered.

“Good. I plan to make you say my name. A lot.”

That sounded great to me, too. Jesse and I had been together for quite a while, but he still made my heart beat faster and my pussy wet.

“Let me get in the shower,” I said.

“Nope.” He took off his jacket and quickly stripped, adding to the pile of sweaty workout gear on the kitchen floor.

“Nope?”

As an answer, he stooped and scooped me up, plopping me over his shoulder bare-ass naked.

“Jesse!”

“Abbie!” He laughed and started racing through the house toward our bedroom.

“I’m sweaty.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m gross.”

“Me, too.”

He arrived at the side of our bed and dropped me gently onto the mattress. Then he pried apart my thighs, spreading my legs wide.

“Sometimes I like it down and dirty. It just makes everything that much better. Trust me.” He grinned.

Jesse dropped to his knees on the floor and hauled me forward so my legs hung off the side of the bed. I found myself rising to meet his mouth, his soft lips and his warm, talented tongue.

He sloppily licked my tender skin but skirted around my throbbing clit. I clutched the bedsheets. Gone were thoughts of being sweaty and gross. Now it was all about the feel of his slick tongue working my folds and tormenting my clit.

Jesse nudged my wet hole with his tongue; I complained when I’d had enough of his teasing, and he laughed. He circled my clit repeatedly without actually touching it. It was maddening, and I’d thought I’d scream. But just when I got to my highest point of frustration, he took my swollen jewel into between his lips and sucked on it hard. I moaned, my hands flying to his hair. I gripped his thick mane and shoved my body up. He parted his lips and flicked my clit until I had to shut my eyes tight, so all I could focus on were the incredible sensations he was delivering.

I came, shouting his name, exactly as he’d promised. My toes were curled, and my body shook beyond my ability to control. I felt totally wrecked — in the best possible way.

I started to move, and he grabbed ahold of my hips, his fingers biting into me.

“Oh, no. I’m not done with you. Stay put.”

He went back at me, lazily dragging his tongue over my super sensitive clit. Every time I thought I’d scream because the sensation was too much, he gentled his pressure. There was nothing about me this man could not read, including my hunger for pleasure and pain.

His hands slid down my legs, his fingers circled my ankles. He squeezed even as his tongue started a whirling, swirling pattern on my clitoris. He slid his hands under my feet and gripped my aching arches hard, making me groan.

“Oh, does my pretty little runner like that?” He squeezed my feet again, nudging my clit with his nose this time as his tongue reamed my slick hole.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I meant the squeezing of my feet or the tongue-fucking or both.

Naw, it was both. Definitely both.

Jesse squeezed my dogs again, and my hips shot up seeking the attention of his tongue. I gripped his hair even tighter, hoping I wasn’t hurting him — but not really caring in the end. He gripped my feet one more time and then sucked my clit, and there I was, shouting his name all over again like a lunatic.

My juices coated his lips, and he sat back to look up at me.

“You’d better get ready,” he said, cocking an eyebrow. “Because I’m coming for your pussy.”

I squealed, backpedalling on the bed, but he was already standing, dragging his fist along his cock. His strong body was no longer sweaty from our run. He dropped on the bed and climbed over me, settling his bulk atop me as he insinuated himself between my thighs.

His cock was rock-hard, and it immediately rode the cleft of my pussy. I reached down and took hold of him, gripping him in my hand and sliding my fist up and down his rigid length. His big brown eyes slammed shut, and he made a noise deep in his chest. His hair was a crazy mess from the wind, and I could still smell the scent of the winter air on him.

Jesse pushed my knees up high, spreading me wide open for him. He bit my neck, making me squirm and squeak. I bucked beneath him, but I was pinned by his weight.

“He parted his lips and flicked my clit until I had to shut my eyes tight.”

He taunted softly in my ear, “I like it when you writhe.”

My pussy was pounding so hard I felt like I’d come undone. I thrust myself against him, desperate for his cock.

He pressed his big body down on mine, and I wrapped my arms around him. He slid his dick into me slowly, making me wait.

I was practically sobbing by the time he’d filled me fully, his thick cock waking up every nerve ending in its path.

“Nice and slow,” he said, his mouth pressed to my ear.

I knew he could feel the residual spasms of my orgasms. I knew he could tell how full and tender and swollen and — fuck me, it was true — ready I was to come all over again.

I grabbed his ass and dug in my nails, trying to make him move faster.

I knew I’d failed when he laughed against my neck.

“What’s the matter, speedy? Am I too slow for you? Happy I lost?”

I groaned, and he chuckled. Then his face grew serious as he moved to look me in the eyes.

“Are you going to come again, Abbie?”

I nodded, pulling him up on him by his butt cheeks…

“How close are you?”

“So fucking close,” I said, my lips nearly pressed to his. “I might cry. I just need you to move.”

He sped up, and I sobbed outright.

“A little faster, darling?”

I nodded dumbly, and he complied.

I came, clutching his muscular back. My body gripped and milked his shaft. My cries were loud even to my own ears, but I was powerless to stop them. I heard him grunt, and his hips began to move even quicker.

“I’m right behind you, just where I like to be. I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.” His favorite joke slipped out of his mouth as he came, emptying into me with a moan and a sigh.

He kissed my temple. “I love you, even if I am a sore loser.”

“I love you even though you’re super slow. Like the slowest ever.”

He faked hurt. “Well, you know I’ll move faster tomorrow,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“Because if I win, I want something good.”

“How’s a blowjob sound? The kind that makes your leg shake the way it does when you’re super turned on.”

“Sounds perfect. Now I need to make it a point to win.”

The wind was ridiculous the next day, and we were tempted to not run. But the 5K was only a month away. We wanted to run the race flat-out, no walk breaks, with under ten-minute miles. We wanted to run without being anal about it, but also not tortoise slow. It was a goal we’d shared for months.

“It’s like tornado country out there,” Jesse said, pulling on a hat.

“Not quite. But it’s definitely more than a breeze.” I pulled on my own hat and then yanked on fleece-lined gloves.

We both had on plenty of layers beneath our outer jackets. I started laughing when we were finally totally dressed.

“What?” he asked.

“We looked like we’re heading out to explore the Arctic.”

He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a promising kiss, and I wondered if I was imagining the feel of his erect cock pressed against me when he hugged me.

“We’re running for a blowjob,” he said against my ear.

“Wrong,” I replied, swatting his tight ass through his running pants. “You’re running for a blowjob. Me? I’m running for more of what you gave me yesterday.”

“That sweet, sweet tongue of mine?”

“You know it.”

“And then a good, thorough fucking?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “All that.”

“Let’s go then, zippy. Let’s see who’s the winner. Or who blows who away. I think it’s a toss-up.” He pinched my butt, and I squirmed away from his reach.

We did our stretches and then off we went, starting off at a moderate pace. The more we ran, the more I thought about the day before — about his tongue on me, his hands holding me, his body pressing against me, his cock deep inside me.

I had to shake my head to focus. I’d lagged behind because I was so fixated on our past sex that I’d turned myself on thinking about it. I put on a little speed and caught up to him.

He laughed and winked at me. “What’s the matter, Abbie? Back there daydreaming? Perhaps, dirty daydreaming?”

His breath came in short puffs and so did mine as I tried my best to scoff. “Whatever. We’re side by side, mister. It’s not like you were a mile ahead of me.”

We passed the halfway mark and were on an uninhabited stretch of road when he shouted, “Not only will I chow down on that pussy, I will spank your ass until you beg me to fuck you.”

“His cock was rock-hard, and it immediately rode the cleft of my pussy.”

My face was suddenly warm despite the chilling wind.

“Not only will I suck your dick,” I said. “I’ll let you tie my arms behind my back before I do it.”

I had trouble puffing the words out, but I managed.

He gave me a sideways glance and grinned. “All mouth work then?”

“Yup, until you come in my mouth.” 

My breath was almost nonexistent. I needed to shut up.

“Guess we should run faster, then. I’m ready for any of those things. Looks like there will be no losers.”

He put on a burst of speed, and I squealed. I had to put all my mental and physical energy into adding an extra spring to my step. But it was almost impossible. My limbs had hit the point of feeling limp. Instead of propelling me forward, they were going to give out and dump me on my ass.

I had to try, though.

By the time we hit our street I’d pulled ahead, and Jesse managed to breathlessly utter, “Look at her go!”

I started laughing, and he caught up with me.

We hit the front door and managed to get it open just as a frigid gust cut through my running clothes. My whole face was wind-chapped, and my lungs burned, but I felt amazing.

Inside, he tugged off my cap and then unzipped my jacket.

“We don’t know who won.”

He pulled off my tee, which left me in a long-sleeve shirt, a sports bra, and leggings. “Not yet,” I said, blocking him from removing the next layer. “I’ll get too cold.”

“I’ll warm you up,” he said. He kissed me and pinched my nipples through my remaining clothes.

I unzipped his fleece, and he shrugged it off. I pulled his long-sleeved tee over his head, and by then I had warmed up.

By the time we were naked — still panting as sweat cooled our skin — I so was ready for him to be inside me I thought I’d lose my mind.

I tapped the screen of my fitness tracker. “Six minutes, 36 seconds,” I said. Then I held my breath. It really didn’t matter who won. We were going to fuck. But I wanted to know who’d pulled ahead.

Jesse tapped his and cocked an eyebrow as he started at the screen.

“Well?” I demanded.

He turned the device so I could see the face of it. “Six minutes, 36 seconds!”

“It’s a tie,” he said. “What’s that mean? No one wins?”

I slipped my hand into his running pants. “I think it means we both win.” I squeezed his already hardening cock. “Race you to the bedroom.”

In our room, I went to him, intending to drop to my knees and suck his dick. But he caught me by a wrist and turned me fast. His hand came down on my ass, slapping my chilled skin repeatedly. In my head, I managed to count 10 blows before he stopped. My pussy throbbed from the contact, and I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees, sucked his cock into my mouth and stroked my clit.

“Un-uh, Abbie,” he said.

I groaned as he pulled out of my mouth, and he shocked me by using my stretchy headband to bind my wrists. They were now pinned behind my back, and he slid his cock back into my mouth. I moaned and sucked, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft.

He grunted, tangling his hand in my hair as he guided his cock deeper into my throat. I breathed through my nose and took it all, wishing I could touch myself and tease myself to a higher state of arousal.

I continued to play my tongue along his shaft as he held my hair and fucked my mouth. I felt him grow tense and heard his breathing grow harsh again.

He pulled free of me once more and snatched the headband off my wrists.

“Get on the edge of the bed.”

I was stunned and didn’t move right away. Jesse bent and delivered a few fast swats to my ass, fanning the fire under my skin and reigniting the pulse in my cunt.

“Move,” he said.

His cock stood straight out, beyond hard and beyond ready.

I hummed softly as I finally got my body in motion. I lay back on the bed so my ass was at the edge. It was his turn to drop to his knees. Jesse draped my legs over his shoulder and brought his mouth to my pussy, his tongue creating a nonstop, thumping pulse of arousal in my sex. He pressed his open mouth against my pussy. He licked and swirled and worked me with his tongue and lips. He knew everything I needed, everything I liked, and exactly how to please me.

When I came, my thighs gripped the sides of his head. He pushed his finger deep inside my pussy, nudging it in and out as he licked my clit with gentle swipes of his tongue. I climaxed again in a less intense continuation of my first. He got on the bed and patted his thigh.

“Climb aboard, lady.”

I sighed. I was so wet and aroused I knew if he did that thing where he rocks up from beneath me I’d be gone in a heartbeat. And I knew he’d do that thing.

“I wrapped my arms around him. He slid into me slowly, making me wait.”

I positioned myself astride him and slowly sank down on his stiff dick. He grabbed my tits and squeezed, before finally pinching my nipples hard. When I was fully seated on him, I felt my pussy flicker and tighten around his cock. He pinched me again, and sensations shot from my breasts to my cunt and back again. It was delicious and intense.

“This won’t take long,” he said. “I’m ready to pop.”

I nodded, breathless, and began to rock. He worked my nipples in a very simple but wonderful rhythm as I bucked my body. I squeezed my internal muscles tightly around him, working his cock from the inside.

His eyes slammed shut, so I whispered, “Look at me.”

He obeyed and smiled. I rode him faster, rolling my hips from side to side. The pleasure built as the friction grew.

“Jesse,” I murmured as delicious spasms sparked in my cunt.

“I feel you.”

I moved faster, and he started to thrust up under me in that wonderful way that always sets me off. Every time he jammed himself upward, I felt a new burst of pleasure ignite inside me.

I came, feeling my wetness increase as my body clasped him. I knew he was close, so close, to his own release.

“Wait, wait,” I panted, climbing off him.

“Where are you going?”

“A promise is a promise.” I moved down between his thighs and sucked his cock into my mouth. I used my mouth only, driving my lips down to his root until his hips were bucking and his fists clenching helplessly.

He groaned and came, flooding my mouth with cream that I dutifully swallowed before licking the remnants from the tip of his dick.

He rested his hand atop my head, and I grinned, looking up at his flushed face.

“Ready for the big race yet?” I asked.

“I don’t know about the race, but if this is how we’re going to train, I’m looking forward to the prep work. I have a lot of incentive to up my game.”

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