I’m at the point where I know if I don’t get her sweet ass amped up and amped up quickly, I’m going to embarrass myself. For weeks, I’ve dreamed of what it’s going to be like when I’m finally inside her, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m coming before she does. I see the round swell of her gorgeous breasts as she undoes the last button of her top. She quickly shrugs it off before she places both hands back against my dick and begins to unzip me.
“Isn’t this better?” she asks huskily.
“It’ll be better once you’re on your knees and you wrap that sweet mouth around my cock,” I answer hoarsely.
She looks like some sweet erotic pinup, still seated in her chair, topless with her hair pulled back and rosy lips parted. Standing above her gives me some measure of control, but knowing her, it’s just an illusion.
I know this girl. I knew her back when she was an annoying, bratty, loud-mouthed kid and I know her now as a sexy, feisty, fearless woman. I feel like I know her mind, I know her heart. We’ve taken hundreds of walks together, had thousands of conversations already. That’s what this feels like.
And I know that she’ll only submit to me when she wants it.
If I’m worthy enough of her.
I might make her off balance, keep her on her toes, but as she slips down to her knees before me, pulls out me out, and sweetly asks me how I’d like her to suck my cock, I’m under no illusion.
Right now she’s got all the power.
And I don’t give a flying fuck.
Liz
I’m a bad girl.
I feel dirty, filthy, and exhilarated.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I take Mark into my mouth. When his sensitive flesh jerks slightly against me and catches his breath, I groan in satisfaction. It’s freeing, having this much power over a man.
More importantly, having this much power over a man who has as much power—if not more, over me.
He has such a pretty cock. I’ve seen enough through porn and a human anatomy art class I took last year to know. While I am no penis connoisseur, I can form an objective opinion.
My hands apply pressure to his thick stalk as I stroke up and down, allowing my lips to glide over his smooth head. I suck at him lightly in a way I know he enjoys because of the way he groans. A gentle scrape of barely there teeth gets me a grunt and the fist in my hair tightens.
Somewhere in my subconscious, I wonder if this makes me a slut because this feels so good. It doesn’t feel wrong. It feels perfectly natural.
I want to wrap myself inside of him, and at the same time soak up every inch of his being in mine. Last night he gave me a hint of pleasure, but this—owning his pleasure is a heady experience. Knowing that this hot, gorgeous man—because he’s a man, definitely not one of the boys I normally date—is going to give me pleasure is a high I’ve never felt and…
If I’m judging by his reaction alone, I’m better at this than I thought.
Thank you Cosmo and Dr. Ruth.
I’m confused when he gently pulls my head away.
Especially because I was getting closer to getting him all the way in the back of my throat.
I lick my upper lip as he stares down at me, panting. “What’s wrong?”
Is that my voice that sounds somewhat annoyed? My voice that’s panting breathlessly like I was just rudely stopped while devouring my favorite treat?
Yep.
I’m taken aback by the way he’s looking at me. His eyes blaze down, and true to his words, I feel the burn. I’m feeling lots of other things too, if I also account for how wet I feel between my legs.
“You’ll get more later,” he tells me gruffly. “You know it’s been building up to this since the minute I put my hands on you. I need to fuck you now Princess.”
Like the sharp thrill pulsing through my body right now that’s both excited and nervous.
Fucking finally.
He laughs sharply and that’s when I realize I’ve spoken the words aloud. “Yes baby, finally. Ready?”
We’re standing in front of my bedroom. The door’s got a wooden, mid-size French Country L hanging on it. The only other door in the hallway has an S in a similar design. I’m glad his powers of deduction are still functioning because it’s safe to assume this trait will bode well for future orgasms.
I give him an arch look. “Big guy, I’ve been ready for the last twenty minutes, but you wanted to eat!” My last few words are muffled, they don’t really come out as words at all because around ten seconds after I open my mouth, his mouth crashes down on mine. His tongue sweeps into mine, exploring, searching, but best of all—knowing.
Knowing exactly where to touch me, how much pressure to exert, when to stroke…
It’s like his mouth is made for mine.
It’s going to be a miracle when he finally peels my body off of his because I’m pretty sure I’ve melted into him by now. Luckily, I don’t have to contemplate my circumstances for much longer because before I can take my next breath, he’s laying me carefully down on my bed. His shirt comes off before he shucks off his jeans and those pesky boxers, and my mouth feels like a cotton field during a drought.
Forget my Chippendale’s calendar.
That’s how stunning his body is—it’s such a work of art, for once, I literally have nothing to say.
He hooks each of his hands into either side of my favorite cherry emblazoned pajama pants and shoves them down and that’s when I remember something sort of important.
There isn’t any hiding, and I don’t have a prayer of hoping he doesn’t notice because he’s already laughing. I mentally curse Daylight Savings Time, and the fact that the sun is still out.
“What?” I snap impatiently. “Just ignore it.”
He can barely conceal his laughter. “Do my eyes deceive me, or do you have on underwear with little cartoon cats and rabbits, sweetheart?”
I’m laying in bed with the sexiest man I’ve ever known in my entire life, and he’s laughing at my Hello Kitty underwear.
Mortification, oh why dost thou not swallow me whole? Like, right now?
“Okay tough guy, my underwear is part of a phenomenon by the name of Hello Kitty. Secondly, you ambushed me in my apartment on a day when I’d planned on just pajamas—” I cut off when his face draws so close to mine, our lips just barely touch.
“Already covered this Princess. You knew I’d be here. You knew we’d be in here, on your bed, just like this. I don’t give a fuck what underwear you wear as long as I’m still able to get them wet and eventually off.”
I really want to continue arguing, but he’s right. I knew after last night that I wouldn’t be able to escape him today—that this was inevitable. Selfishly, I keep quiet because I also want him to keep going because if he doesn’t I’m going to combust.
Lucky for me, he takes the decision out of my hands when he slips his hand between the fabric of my underwear and my skin.
Jackpot!
“Yes,” he hisses. “You’re so wet you’re slippery. Just like I thought.” My mouth opens on a silent scream when he slips one thick finger into me. My hips arch up involuntarily to take more, take it deeper, and his mouth covers mine once more. “God, yes. Please. More.”
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles against the hollow of my throat and presses light kisses along a trail that ends at my nipple. He blows on my sensitive skin, causing it to harden further. I moan impatiently before he finally takes it in his mouth. He slips one more finger in as he draws on my breast with deep pulls. The stroking sensation, the press of his fingers against my walls, the firm strokes of his tongue against my nipple—all of the sensations transport me into another universe. At this point, I’ve lost all train
of coherent thought, I’m just mindless for more. More of his touch, more of the feel of his skin against mine, more of him.
“Please,” I beg shamelessly, repeating that one word as if it’s the only one in my vocabulary. On my eighth or so plea, he raises his head to look at me. His lips are a few shades darker from being pressed against my skin for so long.
It’s hot as hell.
“Please what? You have to tell me what you want, Liz. In no uncertain terms.”
He narrows his eyes at me before removing his fingers. Unfortunately, my body and mouth aren’t connected to my brain because I can’t help the sound of protest that escapes.
He grins wickedly. “You’re hungry for it, aren’t you Princess?” he mutters.
“Rhetorical question jerk. Come on,” I pant breathlessly.
“You just bought yourself more time with that smart mouth.”
It dawns on me that I’ve just made a colossal mistake when he bends his head, dark intent gleaming in his amber eyes.
Uh oh.
He nips my lower lip sharply before he takes my mouth completely, owning, no—dominating it until I’m whimpering low in my throat. By the time he’s done with me, I’m dazed. He chuckles, trailing his lips down my throat, across the curves of my breast, stopping to nip first one, then the other nipple. I yelp, but then his tongue licks across each, soothing the bite. Tiny licks and nips travel down and across my midsection and the sensations have my thighs moving restlessly.
Strong hands cover them while he presses light kisses across my pelvis and then I feel his hot breath over me.
Every inch of my body pulses with awareness when he pauses. His mouth is suspended over me and he allows the steady stream of air from his mouth wash over my sensitized skin. Seconds tick by while the anticipation continues to build until I’m positive I can’t take it anymore. I moan in appreciation when he finally takes mercy on me and parts my thighs. With one hand on each side, his thumbs sweep in the rub the soft inner skin in teasing circles.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve closed my eyes and imagined this. How many times I had to wrap my hand around my cock and make myself come because just thinking about fucking you got me so hard. Tonight Princess, you’re going to give me everything,” he promises in a low voice.
His gritty words send sparks of electricity through my veins and giddy waves flutter low in my belly. It’s almost as arousing as the feel of his touch on my skin. Erotic images flash in my head as he continues to whisper dirty, explicit words in between pressing kisses on my sensitive flesh. I’m dripping wet, and he uses this to his advantage when his thumbs easily part my folds to the side. He blows softly against my skin and then his mouth is on me, devouring me, consuming me whole.
Sounds come out of my mouth, but I don’t know what they are. Murmurs, gasps, groans—everything is lost to me as his talented tongue swirls around my clit in deliberate strokes, applying just the right amount of pressure before he pulls my clit into his mouth to suck.
Are my eyes shut? Are they open? I don’t even know because at that precise moment, all I consist of is glorious sensation.
Dimly, I hear sounds coming from him, and by the way he’s going at me, I know he’s enjoying this almost as much as I am.
He swipes his tongue against my clit again, lapping at me and then he does something that makes every intelligent thought I have flee my mind. His index and middle fingers slide through my wetness until the base of his fingers press against the mouth of my core.
Then he curls both fingers, pressing against my spot while he sucks my clit hard.
I scream, unable to control my reaction as white spots explode from behind my closed eyes. His fingers are still working me though, building me up again, although I don’t know how much higher I can go from here.
Suddenly his hand disappears and when I open my eyes again, he’s tearing the foil off of a condom wrapper with his teeth. His eyes are fierce, and I can see the strain that holding off is having on him because his jaw is clenched tightly and his handsome face is scarily intent.
“Going to take you now Princess.”
I want to shout at him that he’s left enough breadcrumbs, I’ve already figured that out, but I grit my teeth and stay silent. I want him so damned badly, I press my lips together and open my thighs wider.
His lips curve as rubs the thick head of his cock against my opening. He laughs when I growl at the teasing motions and one second later, he’s driving into me. “So tight,” he whispers, dipping his forehead so that it touches mine.
The sentiment of this gesture is lost on me though, because these sensations feel nothing like the euphoric waves I’d ridden just moments before. I’d expected it to be uncomfortable, but this feels like being pinched really freaking hard. “Shit!” I squeal. I inhale and exhale quickly and deeply, like I’m practicing for Lamaze class.
He stills immediately. “Princess,” he whispers, his eyes widening with disbelief.
The pinch has now ebbed into a feeling of tight fullness—not entirely unpleasant, but this feeling alludes to more and I really want him to move. “Mark, move,” I order.
“Liz, are you a fucking virgin?”
I give him a strained smile. “Well, I was up until a minute ago. Surprise?”
“What the hell?”
I shoot him a disgruntled look. “Hey, we’re kind of in the middle of something here. The deed is done, so can we please talk about this after? You promised you’d fuck my brains out and right now, all you’ve done is go down on me, which was still amazing but—“
I’m cut off when he slams his mouth against mine, taking my mouth in a hard kiss. He gentles after a moment and pulls his lips away. “You should have told me. I’d have been more gentle.”
I raise my hand to his face so that I cup his cheek. “You’ve been very accommodating,” I whisper, smiling in what I hope is a seductive smile when all I really want to do is melt at how tender and careful he’s being with me. “It’s been per—no, it is perfect. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, can we please proceed?”
He grins boyishly at me and pulls out a bit. “Everything that comes out of your mouth sounds like you’re in a courtroom, even when you’re trying to order me around in bed.”
I gasp when his hips press into mine, the delicious fullness causing sparks to radiate throughout my sensitive flesh. “It’s hot as hell,” he continues, “but you’ll learn eventually Princess. You might have power over me, but you’ll never top me.”
I open my mouth to say something but then he withdraws and thrusts hard, pushing deep into the heart of me. “Oh. My. God,” I whisper.
He slowly builds momentum, the push of his body into the pull of mine steadily colliding until neither of us can take it any longer. He tries to be gentle, but I don’t need it soft. I don’t want it. I’m wild, arching my hips upward so that they crash into his, words escaping my mouth nonsensically. I tell him I’ve wanted him to fuck me since the moment I saw him, that his cock feels amazing deep inside me. My words seem to unleash something feral in him because he growls before wrapping his hands around my hips so that he’s pressing them into the bed.
“Hold on,” he rasps, and I have no clue what’s about to come, but seconds later I stop worrying because he’s holding my hips steady, pounding into me. His body moves powerfully, and the intensity starts to build again. My body knows on its own to tighten my muscles, sheath him, receive him. He keeps thrusting throughout all of this, his forehead dotted with perspiration. He works my body into such a tangled mess of nerves and sensation that when he delivers another punishing thrust that rocks into my core, I detonate.
He rides me through my orgasm as I clench around him, and then I can feel him pulsing inside of me. He curses before letting out a loud groan that rumbles through my own body.
Minutes tick by and he lays there, on top of me, but holding himself up enough so that his body doesn’t crush me.
I lay there, panting and sweaty, wondering what the hell just happened and trying to adjust my gameplay. Mark fucking Daniels just fucked my brains into oblivion, and I have no idea how I’m going to recover.
Mark
I don’t know how long we lay there, silent, sweaty, and tangled in her bed, but I know it’s been long enough.
“Liz, are you planning on explaining?”
“Hmmm?”
She sounds sleepy and sated, but I know it’s a ruse to help her avoid the subject. Clever girl, but by now she should know she can’t pull a fast one on me.
I’ll just have to be more blunt.
“You going to share why you didn’t tell me you hadn’t had sex before?” Her chin is nestled in my shoulder, so I can’t see her face. I lift it so that she’s looking right at me when I ask the question. Her pupils are still dilated so her bright eyes are unusually dark. Her mouth tilts up on one side, and I feel a heavy, sweet thud in my chest.
It’s not uncomfortable, but I’m caught off guard because it’s unfamiliar.
“It wasn’t important.” She says it nonchalantly, but I can hear a tremor of uncertainty in her voice.
I look at her wryly. “You curse like a sailor, you’re brash and somewhat perverted, you kiss like an angel, suck cock like a fucking dream, and you didn’t think telling me you were a virgin was important? Given all of that you don’t think I would have been caught, even just a little, by surprise?”
I know I screwed up with something I just said because her eyes dance back at me. “I suck cock like a fucking dream? Really?” she asks, intrigued.
I roll my eyes. “It’s what I just said, isn’t it?”
She swats me playfully. “Seriously Daniels, that’s one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me. I tried to do it a couple times in high school, but you have no idea how averse teenage boys are to trying anything fun when your dad is a cop.”