by S. K. Lessly
Paul finally made it to me but kept about a foot of distance between us. He cocked his head to the side and regarded me closely.
“Do you know if this place has access to music of some kind? A docking station or something?”
“Oh, um… no I don’t think...” I paused then remembered I had taken my speaker from work and place it in my bag, the same bag sitting next to me. “Wait, I think I put my portable speaker in my bag when I left work today. It may still be in there. Let me see.…” I turned around and reached for my bag. With nervous fingers, I opened the bag and rifled through the contents more so trying to get my shit together than anything else.
I pulled out the speaker and turned it on. I fumbled with my phone trying to pair the devices, instead of how Paul was making me feel. I could feel him closing the gap between us, which made my hands shake even more. Hell, I damn near dropped the thing before I placed it on the desk.
Seriously, Lauren? What in the hell is going on with you?
I was nervous; could you believe that? It wasn’t like this was our first time together. But as I thought about it, I realized something had shifted between us. I wasn’t sure how it happened but I had felt it in the taxi on the way over here. And now, the sexual tension between us was off the charts, more than usual. There was also something else in the air; something that would probably change us forever. I should slow this down. I should do something to break the spell I felt myself falling under, but I couldn’t. I was dizzy on this high and I didn’t want it to stop.
I swallowed hard and asked him over my shoulder, “Is there a particular station or music you want to hear?”
“Yes, but I’ll handle it.” he replied, just a bit too close for my feeble heart. I cleared my throat, ignoring the goosebumps that prickled my skin and stepped aside for him. Paul gave me a smile before he went about the task of pairing the speaker to his phone.
I turned from him and walked toward the window overlooking the city, taking a much-needed breath as I moved.
Holy shit this man was doing something to me that I couldn’t explain. The look in his eyes was so deep, so penetrating, he was undressing me in a way that made my pulse quicken and heart thump against my chest.
Fuck, this was Paul! Why did it feel as though this was our first time being together? Why couldn’t I slow my breathing down? Why was I so affected by his closeness, his glances?
I looked out into the night at the scenic view of Central Park and exhaled slowly; in and out. That’s it, Lauren, breath baby. I closed my eyes, rested my palms on the cool glass in front of me and tried to concentrate on calming my heart.
Just when I thought I had a semblance of control, he was there, right behind me, his body so close I could feel his heat seeping through my clothes.
Music floated from the speaker; Otis Redding, I think. I couldn’t tell which song it was, I was too lost in him.
I stayed where I was, my hands against the glass, its surface acting as an anchor instead of a resting place.
His arm snaked around my hips, his fingers sprawled against my stomach. I sucked in a breath when I felt his soft lips against my neck. He kissed me lightly, his breath tickling me, caressing me, teasing me. He nestled my back against his front, and he started swaying our bodies to the beat of the song.
His touch… Goodness, my body was on fire, salacious flames threatening to overwhelm my senses.
He pushed down the collar of my jacket and raked his teeth along my heated skin, causing my knees to buckle and my hand to grip his wrist.
“Turn around,” he whispered, his lips just above my ear, his voice dark and gritty.
I did what he said and turned to face him. Paul backed me up against the cool glass, gripped the sides of my face and brought his lips to mine.
Our kiss… damn…
He owned my mouth, kissing me deeply, making my body liquefy under his touch. I brought my arms around his neck, my fingers raking through his short hair. I melted into him, desperate for him to take me, to claim me and fuck the shit out of me. I was wet for him the moment he stood behind me. Hell, I was hot for him all night. I was always hot for him, wanting him, needing him. How could this be? I had never in my life felt this way about any man. And here I was… Damn, I'm… I shook my head trying to erase that absurd thought. I couldn't be falling in love, could I?
Paul pressed me harder against the glass, grabbed my thigh and trapped it against his waist. He then grinded his bulge against my sensitive core and I cried out.
“Ahhh…”
I tore my lips from his and looked in his eyes. We both were breathing heavy, our eyes wild with desire.
Paul dropped my leg and put a little space between us. My body instantly cooled from the separation, and I started to move to reach for him but stopped when I saw his eyes darken.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded in a voice that had my mouth dry and throat tight. I froze for about two point two seconds from the shear dominance in his voice but moved immediately when his eyes narrowed on me. With shaky hands, I worked my jacket off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I gripped the bottom of my shirt, lifted it up and over my head and tossed the shirt on the chair next to me.
Paul’s gaze darkened, if that was possible, at the sight of my exposed chest. He licked his lips slowly as he took in my breasts, which were barely covered by my black lace bra.
“Bra, Lauren… Off. Now.”
Damn, aggressive Paul was hot as fuck.
I reached behind my back, pushing my breasts out to tease him, as I worked the clasp free. Once it was undone, I shimmied my shoulders until the straps fell loosely down my arms. I tossed the bra and stood before him, topless.
From the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants, I thought he would attack. My nipples even hardened right before his eyes as I thought about his mouth on me. But he didn’t move. His arms rested at his sides, fists balled but arms loose.
Without a word, Paul brought his eyes to mine then motioned them downward in the direction of my pants.
Taking his silent direction, I brought my hands to the button on my jeans. I unsnapped the button then bent over to undo the straps to my shoes.
“Uh-uh,” he uttered softly. “I got it.”
I watched as he stepped close to me and knelt in front of me. I twisted my leg to make it easier for him to work on the strap of my left shoe. Once he unclasped the strap, he pulled off the shoe and repeated the same on the right side. Again, I tried to plan out his next move. I expected him to take my jeans off, since he was kneeling in front of me. But again, he surprised me. He placed a chaste kiss against my bare stomach and stood. He stepped back from me, but this time he reached behind his head and gripped his shirt. He pulled it up and over his head, throwing it across the room.
I took a moment to rake my eyes over the perfection that was his chest and abs. He was beautiful, sexy as fuck and right now he was all mine. I licked my own lips, the anticipation of licking him everywhere beginning to consume me. I knew in that moment what I wanted, what he wanted. I plunged my fingers between my jeans and waist, and shifted my hips side to side until my jeans fell past my hips and thighs. I then stepped out them and stood before him in only my black lace thong.
I didn’t move at first, letting his eyes caress my body. Arousal pooled between my thighs as he continued to ogle me, fuck me with just the heat from gaze. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved slowly, seductively toward him. I grabbed his hand and guided him to the edge of the bed. I positioned him in front of it and while holding his hungry gaze, I worked to unbuckle his belt.
I made quick work of undoing the stupid offensive object then the button of his jeans. I broke our gaze for a few seconds to make sure I moved his zipper slowly over his massive hard-on. I didn’t want to cause any accidents in my haste to free the beast.
Once it was safe, I pushed his pants down his thighs until they pooled on the floor. Before I got rid of his boxer briefs, I leaned in and placed a
light kiss to each of his nipples. I felt a hiss leave his chest and I made sure to lick then suck each pert nipple before I placed my hands on the sides of his briefs.
As I pulled them down his taut thighs, I went to my knees. Unlike Paul though, I didn’t stand back up. Smooth, velvety skin covering rock hard steel was right there for the taking. My mouth watered at the sight of his perfection. A bead of precum appeared teasing me and I licked my lips, the anticipation of tasting him becoming too much. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, fondled his balls with my tongue before I licked him from his balls to the tip of his erection.
Paul’s hand immediately went to my hair. “Fuuuucckkk,” he growled low and husky.
I looked up at him and saw his dark eyes were looking down at me. They were half closed, watching, waiting.
I didn’t let him wait much longer. I licked him again then swallowed his length into my mouth.
“Yessss, baby… fuck that feels… shiiit…”
Paul was all over the place with his emotions and I couldn’t help the elation I felt. The many times he had gone down on me and drove me out of my freaking mind… well, it was payback time.
I moved my tongue up and down along his velvety smooth dick, making sure to swirl my tongue along the head before I took him into my mouth as far as I could without gagging.
The sounds he made, the way his legs buckled made me hollow out my cheeks and suck him deeper.
Paul’s grip on my ponytail tightened. I felt his hips start to move but then he halted.
“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking sexy right now. You have no idea how many times I envisioned having my cock in between these beautiful lips of yours.” I started moving faster, tightening my hold on his shaft, moving my hand up and down meeting my lips. “Shit… Shit Lauren, I want to fuck your mouth, baby. I want to fuck…”
I didn’t hesitate giving him the reigns. I placed my hands on his thighs, gripped them as tight as I could and waited.
“Shit… baby this is… you’re so fucking hot…”
Paul held my head still as he moved his hips slowly, never going too far down my throat. I kept my eyes on him and his on me. His mouth was parted as he looked down at me, avidity, desire, and pure pleasure rested on his handsome face.
He hissed, groaned and bit his bottom lip as he circled his hips, picking up his pace. I helped him along by fondling his balls and sucking on him hard. My tongue stayed busy every time it came in contact with the tip and I made sure to caress him.
He was losing control. I felt it, sensed it with each ragged thrust of his hips. If the hardening of his dick was any indication, he was about to come, his breaths were also becoming erratic too. I moaned my pleasure at the taste of his precum and started meeting his thrusts, bobbing my head in time with his hips.
“Yes, Lauren, fuck baby just like that… shit I’m going to come… I’m,”
I started moving faster, taking over and fisting his length as I moved. I worked him, creating wetness in my mouth as well as suction. I also continued to play with his balls, hoping like hell to make his ass see stars.
“Ahhh… fuck… shit… goddamn… I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to…”
The moment a loud growl escaped his lips, I felt the first thick thread of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed eagerly, loving that I could please him, wanting to taste every drop of him.
I was never that one who swallowed. I would stop just before the explosion. The taste always made me gag. But Paul, I don’t know what was different. I didn’t hesitate to take every last drop he gave me, with earnest. I wanted to please him, I wanted to make him lose his mind and if the quiver in his legs was any indication of what I did to him, then I was happy.
I released Paul just as I felt his legs give out. He fell on the bed with an oomph. I smiled and stood. His chest heaved up and down. His breaths came out in pants.
I hovered over him and kissed his chest.
“You okay there, Sport?”
He groaned and I laughed. But before I could sit up and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, Paul gripped my waist and tossed me on the bed next to him. I squealed in surprise, my breath pushing out of my lungs.
“Paul,” I said half squealing, half laughing.
Paul covered my body with his, nestling in between my legs. He smirked down at me then winked.
“My turn.”
25
Paul
This woman right here…Fuck, I was still trying to catch my breath. Her mouth, her lips, the way she teased me had me almost collapsing on the ground. I had never in my life had a woman give me a blowjob as well as she had just done. The way she gripped my cock in her fist was just enough pressure to drive me insane. Add that to the way she stroked me, licked my balls and sucked me off, gotdamn, when I exploded, I felt dizzy as shit. She almost zapped me of all energy...Almost.
Now, it was my turn. Revenge was a motherfucker!
I pulled her panties down her thighs and pushed her legs open so I could see her beautiful pussy. Fuck, she was so wet for me, soaked, and I hadn't even touched her yet. The idea that she was drenched and turned on from just pleasuring me, did something to me. It released some kind of primal possessiveness in me. This pussy was mine. She was fucking mine. I had to make that my reality by any means necessary.
I started kissing down her stomach, going for my prize but she halted me. She complained that she was sweaty down there. I didn’t care. I buried my face between her thighs, inhaled deeply and loudly sighed my content right before I took my tongue and languidly licked her from her pussy to her clit.
She cried out and I lifted my head to look at her. “Fucking perfect.”
She shook her head and laughed but that quickly turned into ‘oh God’ when I licked her again. I lapped up her pussy with a greedy hunger, tasting her desires, drinking her lust for me. Damn, she tasted good. Sweet and salty, which had me salivating for more.
I pulled her sensitive bud into my mouth, sucking with just enough pressure to send sensations all through her body. I flicked my tongue against her sensitive bud of nerves until I worked her into a frenzy.
She writhed underneath me, grabbing my shoulders, trying to push me away then pulling me closer. I continued to claim my pussy, never letting up on my assault. I added two fingers into her core, finding that hidden spot and fuck if she got wetter for me.
I caressed the hidden bundle of sensitive flesh and her hips shot up from the bed in response.
“Paul!” she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I didn’t relent on my torture. I kept up my sensual, erotic torment until she came at least twice. Once I had her sated, limp and barely conscious, I kicked off my shoes and the rest of my clothes and I plunged deep inside her. She yelled in surprise at my invasion but I didn’t give her a second to get used to me. I was out of control, the need to claim what was mine pushing me over the edge. Gentle wasn’t in my vocabulary after what she had just done to me. No, tonight was the time for hot seedy fucking that lasted all night.
I pushed her legs back, her knees touching her chest and pounded my hips into her, my dick sliding in and out of her relentlessly, punishing her pussy. Her muscles squeezed the fuck out of my dick, almost ending the night but just as she came and milked the hell out of me, I stilled inside her. I felt my toes curl, my balls tightening with an impeding explosion of ecstasy, but I didn’t succumb to the sensation. I waited until the quivers and quakes of her body subsided before I started in on her again. Harder, faster, until she started building again.
She cried out my name over and over, clawing at my back my shoulders, my ass. I didn’t slow down, I didn’t ease up either. I had a mission to make this a night she would never forget. And when she fell over the cliff again, I stopped again, waiting her out. I kissed her madly as she rode the wave of ecstasy, wanting to prolong this torture until she begged me to come.
And she did beg just like I wanted her to, but fuck I didn’t listen. I pulled
out, flipped her over and fucked her from behind, smacking her ass as I claimed her, dominated her. I pulled some hair, talked a lot of shit, pinched her nipples, her clit. I told her just how she belonged to me. No one would ever fuck her like me. Of course, she agreed, but she also taunted and cussed me out for tormenting her, claiming that revenge was a motherfucker. But I laughed at her and fucked her harder, making her cry out in sheer delight and lasciviousness.
My name had been screamed so much I doubt she’d even have a voice in the morning. Hell, I had to push a pillow close to her face to quiet her down. After all, we were in a luxury hotel. Someone probably thought I was killing her in here.
However, the thought of us getting kicked out of the hotel didn’t slow me down in the least. If anything, I dared someone to call them. I didn’t care if Jesus himself came back tonight, I wasn’t stopping. Shit, I was treating this night as if it was my last. With my track record, the happiness I had been feeling was going to come to an end soon. I needed to make this last for as long as I could.
I placed Lauren’s body in various positions throughout the night but the one I ended with, the one I allowed my final release to flood my body and hers, had me on top of her, her hands cupping my face, our hooded eyes glued to each other, satisfied, and fully satiated.
I came on a growl, her name falling from my lips, our bodies convulsing from the release. We both collapsed on the bed, our bodies soaked with sweat, the bed soaked with her sweet juices. Giving two fucks about the wet spots, I pulled her over to me, positioning her at my side and we both passed out.
Before I closed my eyes, I could have sworn I saw the lights of dawn over the horizon. Damn, happy birthday to me.
Paul
Too soon after our fuck-fest, in my tired opinion, I felt her shift in my arms, moaning, the sound waking up my cock. I tightened my hold on her, not wanting her to move. Then I realized the bed we were lying in didn’t feel like mine or hers. I reluctantly opened my eyes and groaned when I realized where we were.