by Lux Miller
I’m not a virgin, but it’s been a good minute since I’ve had sex and the sudden intrusion causes the walls of my pussy to clench tightly around his finger. He groans and encircles my clit with his teeth, biting down just sharply enough to send a wave of pleasure through my body. My eyes snap shut as any remaining resistance slips away.
He sucks and slurps at the apex of my opening as he slides a second finger inside of me. He twists his fingers and pries them apart as he pushes them deep into my cunt. Just as I grow used to the pleasure of his digits sinking into my body, he pulls them free and positions his mouth so that his tongue is sliding in and out of my opening.
It’s a strange sensation for him to be fucking me with his tongue, but when he reaches both hands up to my chest and pinches my nipples, a bolt of electricity zaps through me. He flicks his fingers across the buds until they’re hardened into peaks. Then he rolls them between his thumb and finger, and I feel like I’m going to come on his face right then and there.
When he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, he groans, “Oh God, you taste amazing… I could eat your pussy all night…”
He grinds his teeth over the sensitive button, then drags his tongue after it, soothing the sharp pain with his tongue. He continues to rotate his method of attack, and I almost whine at the loss of his hands fondling my breasts until he shoves two fingers inside me again and sucks long and hard on my clit like his sole purpose in life is to make me orgasm.
Fuck wishing on stars… this man is going to make me see them…
EIGHT
Eli
When Ashley buries her fingers into my unruly hair and yanks on it, I know that she must be getting close. Even if she isn’t, I’m going to eat her pussy until she mewls with pleasure, because it’s what I do. There’s no way in hell I’m going to abandon my post, when her tight little snatch is quivering with desire.
Despite the urgency with which she’s pulling my hair, I keep pumping my fingers inside of her, curling them at the last possible moment before plunging them back into her depths. Her cunt devours my fingers to the hilt every time, and my cock is twitching with want. I’ve got a fucking flagpole between my legs right now, and I’m aching to be inside her, but not until she comes first.
It’s my one hard and fast rule - the woman always comes first. Always. I mumble incoherent words against her clit as I torture it with my tongue, swirling slow circles around the swollen flesh, and my fingers work their magic. Ashley writhes on the bed as I wring the most beautiful sounds of carnal pleasure from her mouth.
I can’t see how she’s reacting to my efforts, but I can hear, feel, taste, and smell it. And fucking hell, it’s amazing. She gasps suddenly and goes completely still. I stop everything I’m doing for a brief moment, then I feel the tight flesh inside her pussy tighten around my fingers, and I realize that’s seconds from toppling over the edge of ecstasy. So I push her…
I plunge both my middle and index finger deep inside her and curl them back and forth across the spot hidden just behind her mound. Her breath becomes ragged as she presses her petite feet against my sides. I chuckle against her clit as I feel her toes curl into me. That’s my cue. I attack her clit relentlessly, alternating between licking and sucking on the most sensitive part of her body.
I’m rewarded with the sweet muskiness of her arousal that slicks her folds. To my dismay, she begs me breathily, “Stop, God, please stop… I… I can’t… oh…” Her words die in the air as I snake my hands up her body, twisting and plucking her nipples.
For nearly an entire minute, I continue my insistent pleasure of her body, smirking as I finally sit back on my heels and lick my lips. “That was some good eatin’.”
She makes a small whimpering sound as she breathes heavily. I smirk to myself and let her recover for a moment while I dig around on the floor for my discarded pants. I shake them out and snatch up the foil packet that tumbles out. A man never goes anywhere unprepared, so I made sure to grab it from my other pants before Bianchi’s goons disposed of them. I snag the packet between my teeth and rip the foil.
I yank the condom out of its wrapper and roll it down over my throbbing dick. The intense foreplay has my cock painfully hard. I stand up and wedge myself between her legs again. I lean down over her and gather up her hands in mine. Pushing our arms over her head, I pin her hands under mine and lean my face down to hers.
I unabashedly kiss her lips despite the fact that her juices are smeared all over my face. Instead of acting grossed out and trying to shove me away, she hungrily licks herself off my tongue as I press the crown of my dick to her entrance.
“This is the last chance to tell me no,” I murmur against her lips. She struggles to free her hands from under mine, but I don’t let up on my grip. She squirms under me, lifting her ass up so my dick slides along her slickened folds.
“Why the fuck would I tell you no when I need your cock inside me as much as you do… shut the hell up and fuck me…”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I know Ashley Rogers is no virgin. Despite the instinct to push myself inside of her slowly to let her get used to my size, I throw caution to the wind and push the entire length of my dick deep inside her. She gasps, and it’s a mixed cry of pain and pleasure. I let out a low grumble under my breath as her warmth and tightness swallow my cock.
My balls tighten as she exhales a breathy moan and wraps her legs around my waist. I couldn’t pull out of her body if I wanted to with how tightly she wraps her long legs around me. I grip her hips with my hands, digging my fingers into her soft skin. With all of my might, I push her up the bed enough that my dick slowly slides out of the vise-grip of her cunt.
Before she can complain, I yank her back down the bed, shoving myself balls-deep inside of her again. She claws at me, her long fingernails raking across my chest muscles. I tilt my head back and exhale with a sound between a moan and a howl. She reaches up and wraps her hands around my forearms, digging her nails painfully into the bony joint.
“Fuck,” I breath, “…your pussy is so damn tight. It’s like it’s going to swallow my dick and never let go.”
My muscles clench as I forcefully thrust inside of her, utilizing the girth of my dick to stretch her pussy to accommodate me. She makes noises that I’ve never heard a woman make as the sound of skin on skin echoes in the otherwise silent room.
Just as I feel the familiar tightening sensation in my core, I also hear the most earth-shattering sound I’ve ever heard. My cell phone jangles loudly from the floor. The siren-like wailing alerting me that it’s five minutes to midnight. I groan and try to ignore it, thrusting harder into Ashley and begging for release. Everything hurts as I stand on the precipice of pleasure. All I need is the right moment to tip me over.
That moment comes as Ashley tugs her hands free of mine and reaches straight for my nipples, pinching them sharply between her fingertips. It’s like a bomb going off in my core as I feel my dick tighten, then release the pent-up need as I spill my seed inside of Ashley, still fucking her as hard and fast as my legs can manage.
“Ashley… I… need you to…”
She squeaks softly as the walls inside her pussy clamp tightly down around me, milking my dick as I freeze in position, buried deep inside of her, and let it happen. What seems like hours in slow-motion passes before I’m able to pull my spent cock out of her. I roll the condom off and flick it in the general direction of the trash can.
Then I leap into action, tugging my clothes back on without so much as a single word of explanation. Granted, Ashley isn’t asking questions. After what might have been the most explosive orgasm of my life, I’m rushing around the pitch-black hotel room to make myself decent enough to get out of here before Trevor realizes I’m not at home and comes looking for me.
Ashley’s voice is soft, but full of concern as she asks, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
I’m hopping around the room as I try to tug the damn skin-tight breeches back on. I’m suddenly tha
nkful for the darkness, because I’m sure I look like an idiot right about now. I tug my shirt on and then shove my right foot into my boot as I dig around on the floor for my phone.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan out loud, “...it’s three minutes to midnight.”
I shove the phone into the pocket of my breeches and make a mad dash for the door. I yank it open and spill out into the hallway as I frantically put the mask back over my face. Nobody can know my identity. I dash down the hall without even bothering to look back. I can hear her yelling at me from inside the room, but I don’t have time to stop or even slow-down.
I pull my phone out again, and my heart stops beating for a moment as I look down at the notification that flashes across the screen. It’s from Trevor, and the message is a dire warning I can’t ignore. “I know you used my card to pay for a hotel room at the Edison.”
My heart sinks. How does he already know about it, and why does he automatically assume it was me, anyway? Both of his no-good daughters are frolicking about downstairs like they’re going to get laid. It could have just as easily been them.
The phone buzzes with another notification, and I pick up the pace. The elevator is in motion, and I glance at the time. It’s midnight exactly, meaning if Trevor suspects I’m here, I’m a sitting duck.
“You can’t escape me now. Knock knock, son. Open up and let dear old dad inside.”
My eyes widen as the elevator dings, signifying that’s it’s stopping on this floor. I make the split-second decision to make a mad dash for the stairwell. As I stumble to the heavy-gauge door, I look down and realize I’m only wearing one boot, but there’s no time to go back for the other one now. I shove open the door and slip inside, holding the door handle as it closes to keep it from alerting anyone to my presence in the stairwell.
I quickly glance through the window, and my heart drops when I see the massive figure step out of the elevator and onto the eighth floor. Thank God I chose the stairwell because right now, Trevor is stalking down the hallway with a murderous look on his face. My only hope for survival now is to beat him home… and I’m going to have to do so with only one shoe…
NINE
Ashley
As I poke my head into the hallway and watch the mysterious masked man stumble down the hall, I have to wonder briefly if I just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life with a crazy person. Whoever he is, he’s being super-secretive. It really drives home the point that I just had sex with a complete stranger. A stranger who now seems to be on the run from something or someone. He freaked out when it got close to midnight. I don’t even know what to begin to think about what that means for me. Thank God we used a condom.
I duck back into the room and stumble through the dark searching for my dress. I snatch it up off the floor and try to hop my way back into it, but the zipper is stuck and I can’t get it over my hips. How the fuck did he get it off? Magic? I hop across the floor as I try to force my way into the dress, but the riiiiiiiiiiip sound that greets me causes me to stop in my tracks.
Did I just fucking rip my dress? Shit, now what am I going to wear out of here? I have exactly two other pieces of clothing - the corset that may as well be transparent and a skimpy pair of white panties that Mr. Mysterious threw somewhere in the room. Just what I need - my father going postal, because I caused a scandal.
My heart thunders in my chest as a sharp knock sounds on the door. I dash across the room to look through the peephole as quietly as I can. I shake my head quickly, a horribly sick feeling rising in my gut as I see Trevor Lord standing there, tapping his foot impatiently. No way in hell am I answering the door naked. I sling the bar lock into place and wince when it clangs against the door. The door muffles his voice, but I hear Trevor growl, “Whoever is in there, I’ll have you know that I’ll press charges! You stole my credit card to pay for this room! You have to come out eventually, and when you do…”
A shiver slides down my spine as I realize I’m trapped. Shit. There’s no use in trying to be sneaky now, so I flip on the light switch and blink as the harsh light infiltrates my eyes. After a moment passes, the room’s contents come into view. My destroyed dress lays in a heap in the floor, but something peeking from underneath it catches my eye.
I walk over to the dress and kick it aside. Seems I won’t be the only one who leaves here half-dressed. Crumpled on the floor is the overcoat Mr. Mysterious was wearing as part of his prince costume. Desperate, I snatch it off the floor and pull it on, buttoning it up hastily. I turn around and check my reflection in the mirror. It isn’t perfect, and I look completely idiotic, but it covers everything. I’m not naked, and that’s a huge improvement compared to a minute ago.
I squat down and ball my dress up, searching the room for one of those plastic laundry bags. I smile when I see one laid on the counter of the adjoining bathroom. I shove the dress inside and crouch down to search for my panties and corset. I spy them sticking out from under the edge of the hotel’s King-size bed. I grab the pantis and hastily pull them on, wincing slightly at the tenderness between my legs. I still have no idea who I just fucked, but I do know I want to do it again.
I narrow my eyes as I see a boot under the bed. I reach to grab it and pull it toward me. It’s enormous. This guy must wear at least a size thirteen shoe, which makes sense since everything else about him seemed large as well. I chuckle to myself as I see the offensively slimy condom laying on the floor next to the ripped black foil wrapper. Of course, it would be the one in the black foil. I finally manage to meet a man capable of giving me two orgasms with his giant dick and magic mouth, and I don’t even think to get his name. Go Ashley.
I snag both the wrapper and the condom and drop them into the wastebasket beside the bed, then stuff what I presume is Mr. Mysterious’s shoe and my corset into the laundry bag with my dress. I hear a click, and the door opens part way, halted by the bar lock that I thankfully engaged. Trevor’s voice is angry now, “Look, you little ruffian. I know why you dirty kids rent these hotels rooms. I swear to God, when I find out who you are, I’ll have you arrested for theft.”
I scramble behind the bed so I can’t be seen and wait there until the door shuts again with a bang. He’s pissed, and I’m not leaving anything to chance. I snatch the bag out of the trash can and stuff it into the bag as well, shoving it down to the bottom with the ruined dress.
One more check of the peephole confirms that Trevor hasn’t given up, but now he’s on the phone. No doubt with hotel security. If I don’t act fast, I’m going to be caught with my pants around my ankles… well, sort of, since I’m actually not wearing pants.
I walk over to the window and test it, relief pouring through me when it actually opens. Yay New York fire codes! I push the window open all the way and climb out onto the fire escape. I’ve never been so thankful for an alley view in New York City. At least the only living things watching my walk of shame right now are the mice that frolic about on the street below. I don’t leave anything to chance though. I shut the window behind me and make haste as I climb down the fire escape. Put another mark in the thankful category that we’re only on the eighth floor.
By the time my feet hit the pavement in the alleyway, I can hear police sirens in front of the Hotel Edison. My guess is the hotel’s freaking out right now because of the bar lock I engaged before escaping out the window. I inhale a sharp breath and sneak along the back side of the Edison until I reach the familiar neon lights at the back of the alley.
I push the door open and step inside, trying to swallow the putrid taste of embarrassment that bubbles its way up my throat. I hate asking for help, but my situation has put me in a bind. My outfit might have passed muster for escaping out of an eighth story hotel room, but there’s no way I can sneak back into my ball in an overcoat and panties. Talk about being the talk of the town tomorrow morning!
I shuffle into the darkened bar with my head hung in shame. I manage to get more than halfway inside before somebody stops me. “Whoa there, little miss
y. You can’t just come waltzing up in here and—”
The voice trails off instantly as I look up, my cheeks bright red with shame. The man instantly recognizes me and holds one hand up and points to a barstool. “Sit. We talking or we acting?”
I groan softly, but do as I’m told. “I’m fine, Rico, I swear. I just need to borrow a dress. I kinda ripped mine.”
Rico narrows his eyes at me like I’m full of shit. I hold up both hands in a half-shrug. “Seriously. Nobody’s dumb enough to lay a finger on me. If my father’s money doesn’t talk loud enough in this city, then Uncle Gio’s does. Really, I just need a dress… see?”
I dump out the contents of the bag onto the bar floor without thinking. Mr. Mysterious’s shoe tumbles out along with the ripped dress and corset. Landing right on top of the hot pink ball of taffeta and tulle is the used condom that has managed to twist itself out of the garbage bag.
My cheeks flare with embarrassment as Rico looks up at me in surprise. “It seems someone has had quite a night tonight. A man’s shoe, a ripped dress, a corset, and an overflowing Magnum condom. I take it the resource-wasting Halloween ball your father insisted on throwing has been fruitful?”