The moment we were inside his room he kicked the door shut. I still couldn’t believe what I was doing with a stranger, but the chemistry between us was off the charts hot. Stranger or not, I needed him in the worst ways.
I bounced as he threw me down on the bed, letting out a small giggle. The excitement bubbled through me as he loomed over me.
He grabbed my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers, exciting me more as he worked his way to the zipper. With each inch the zipper moved, revealing the skin beneath, his eyes darkened. He licked his lips as the split opened up, exposing my lacy bra. Groaning, his brow furrowed when he reached the bottom, viewing all of me.
I smiled up at him, letting him get a good look before I sat up. He didn’t even seem to notice me working his belt open, but when his breathing sped up, I knew I had his full attention. I couldn’t help running my palm against the defined dick straining his slacks as I opened his belt and popped open the button.
Yanking on one corner, the zipper slid down. I trailed my fingers along the elastic waistband of his briefs, earning a twitch from his cock. He stared down at me, my flitting glance catching the look of absolute primal desire focused on me.
Nothing like a sexy guy staring at you like you’re the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.
I maneuvered the waistband over the bulge, teasing both of us as I exposed just the head and then each veiny, hard inch.
When was the last time I’d sucked a cock? Who knew, but I couldn’t help salivating over the specimen in front of me. Above average length and girth with a slight, upward curve.
My pussy clenched in anticipation of what was going to happen, of the toe-curling pleasure I knew he could deliver.
I ran my tongue around the head, moving down the underside of his shaft, wetting it before I wrapped my lips around and made my way down. His groans were encouraging as I worked to get as much of him in my mouth as possible before I began to choke.
Baby steps.
One of my hands wrapped around the base, stroking it as I bobbed up and down.
Turned out giving head was like riding a bike—a little intimidating at first, but once you got going, muscle memory kicked in.
“Enough,” he said through heavy breaths.
I pulled back, twirling my tongue around the head as I pumped his shaft. “You don’t want to come?”
“Oh, I do,” he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed, “but I want to come inside you first, then I can splatter you with my paint.”
Fuck.
Charismatic, confident fucker with a panty wetting mouth. My hand slid down my abdomen, over my panties, and pressed against my clit as my legs fell open.
He slapped at my hand and I pulled it back, giving him a pout. All it did was make him smirk down at me.
“No touching yourself.” Reaching down, he tore the thin fabric from my body and tossed it on the floor. “I’m going to make you come.”
Fuck, yes, he was.
The bed dipped as he climbed on, settling between my thighs. He looked up, our eyes locking as his tongue flicked against my clit.
It felt like an electric charge pulsed through me, making my body jerk away from the intensity. His arms wrapped around my legs, holding me in place.
“Stay,” he flicked his tongue out again, running it up my slit, “put.”
I actually feared for my sanity, if I would have a mind when he was done. Driven crazy by the touch of a man.
A loud moan slipped from me as his mouth closed over my pussy, alternating between licking and sucking on my clit. The intense feeling made my pussy clench, dripping as it begged to be filled.
Yanking on my bra cups, I freed my breasts and my strained nipples. Light pinches and fluttering touches increased the euphoria pumping through me. My hips rose, writhed against his face, riding him, taking my orgasm from him. One he denied me as he sat up and moved to loom over me, cock in hand.
So fucking close. I glared at him, but that sly smirk was back on as he moved up, the tip of his dick trailing up, tapping against my skin until the hot head landed on my clit.
“Condom?” I asked just as his hand moved between us.
His eyes cleared for a brief second. “Shit. I don’t have any.”
My mind was all over the place, but important questions needed answered. “Clean?”
“Took a shower this morning,” he said as he moved again to position himself.
I smacked my hand against his chest, and he chuckled.
“Don’t laugh. This incredible feeling isn’t worth some STD.”
“Yes, I’m free of any and all diseases.”
I twisted and reached down to the floor and pulled up my purse. Good thing I’d remembered to grab a few condoms for just in case.
After tearing one off and handing it to him, I set the rest on the bedside table. I had a sneaking suspicion we weren’t going to be done after one round.
It was so hot watching him roll the condom on, inch by inch by so many inches until it couldn’t go any farther.
“Fuck, you’re big.”