by Maggie Cole
His mouth found my chest. One hand gently squeezed my left breast. His mouth encompassed my right breast, and his tongue rolled my nipple, which created a ripple of pleasure through my nerves.
How can a stranger make me feel so good?
I pulled at his hair, and he groaned again. My body vibrated with anticipation, as my lower region dripped with my juices, waiting for his arrival.
His lips were on my belly and fluttered across it. My hands made their way to his shoulders, and dug into them. In one move, he put both hands between my legs and cupped my butt cheeks. Then, he picked me up and sat me on the bed before he slung my legs over his muscular shoulders.
I gasped as he opened me up with his long fingers. One at first, then two, then three as his thumb circled my clit. “That’s it, baby,” he crooned. He bore into my eyes before he dipped his head and kissed my inner thighs.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, as he continued to expertly insert and remove his fingers while circling my clit.
Maddie, don’t cum on his hand.
A small grin played on his lips. He kept his fingers on me and came up to my ear once more. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
My clit pulsed against his fingers, and I started to let out a moan, but caught myself and tried to stop it.
“Don’t stay quiet. You’re sounds make me so hard.” He moved his hips so I could feel his dick on my thigh.
Does he somehow know I only had quiet sex in the past?
Jack’s lips frolicked all over my skin, as he worshiped my body and woke up every nerve I had.
My sexual encounters were limited in excitement. But this man I barely knew, expertly knew exactly what I needed.
His tongue started gliding over me and stole my breath before his lips enclosed on my womanhood. I whimpered, my breath shook, and my mouth hung wide open.
“You’re lovely, Maddie,” Jack mumbled against my skin, then swirled his tongue all over me.
My sex started pulsing. Each throb took me a notch higher, as Jack’s fingers continued to slide in and out of me.
I dug my heels and calves into his back, and propelled my body further into him. “That’s it, baby.” His tongue flicked faster against me, and his fingers went deeper. My head got a tad dizzy. My vision started to blur.
Is this what this is supposed to be like?
Oral sex with Mike was horrible. My boyfriends before...well, it was okay. Nothing compared to Jack Stevens. I actually enjoyed it. In fact, I had only dreamed of moments like this, and I started to lose all control of my words.
“Jack...oh my God... Jack...oh God...Jack...” I got louder and louder as he played my body with his expertise. He glanced up at me, fondled my nipple in his free hand, and made every inch of my body scream for him.
I couldn’t control my emotions. I heard myself begging him to not stop. Loud. Uninhibited. Desperate to fly.
And I didn’t care. My normal, self-conscious, quiet-in-the-bedroom self, did not care.
I hadn’t lied to him. I didn’t only want it, I needed it.
Dextrous fingers curled within me, rubbing, swirling, pushing against my sweet spot, while my walls gripped him desperately. And as his mouth sucked on my nub, the fire scorched within me, screaming out to explode and soar into ecstasy.
“Jack!” My body convulsed, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I shattered against him and grabbed his hair, then pushed him further into me, as I tried to make it last forever.
When I thought I couldn’t take any more, I tried to pull back on him, but he grabbed my ass and pulled me back into him, ferociously eating me out and sending me soaring back up.
In the aftermath, I continued to tremble...exhausted from my high...exalted from this man. A perfect stranger who gave me something no other man ever had.
I should have felt awkward. I always did in the past and I didn’t know him. This was an intimate act. But all I felt with Jack was cherished.
He slowly made his way up, his mouth doted on my stomach, breasts, and neck before claiming my mouth, kissing me with a new heat—like I was his everything, and he couldn’t get his fill.
My heart was still racing from my climaxes, but I desperately sought out his tongue, tasting my orgasms on him as my nerves continued to hum. I reached around his shoulders and lightly ran my nails across his muscular back.
“You’re so delicious,” he repeated, and sent my ego to the sky.
Underneath him, I felt his cock against me, and I never wanted anything more than at that moment. I was wet, ready, and a new desperation raced through my veins.
He was my candyman and I wanted another hit.
Jack must have grabbed a condom from somewhere. He put it on while still on top of me, but briefly stopped. “You all right with this, Maddie?” He looked me straight in the eyes.
“Please...,” I managed to somehow get out, my voice a tad hoarse, which made him smile. He rolled me over, so I was on top, and slowly slid me down on him. I closed my eyes and whimpered, as I allowed my body to wrap around him.
Aside from the fact, I hadn’t had sex in a long time, Jack was bigger than anyone I had ever been with. I sat on him for a minute, recalibrated, and felt his girth against me.
“You okay, baby?” Jack’s eyes scanned mine as I continued to whimper.
“Mm-hmm,” I nodded with labored breath. Then, cautiously, I started to move my hips. My body quickly found a rhythm with his, and we melted into a perfect concoction of pleasure.
Jack moaned a sweet sound as my walls gripped his manhood. “Oh, your sweet.” He leaned up and sucked my breast.
I arched my back and grinded into him deeper and deeper, then circled my hips on his dick.
He moaned...loudly. Then started to mutter words like, “Beautiful,” and “Fucking sexy,” and “God, keep doing that,” and “Please, Maddie, don’t stop.”
I felt like a caged bird freed. I soared, my insides a sea of fire, and felt pleasures I hadn’t experienced in all thirty-two years of my life. The normal clumsiness I felt during other sexual encounters was nowhere to be seen—just Jack, me, and our heated bodies that pounded each other with gratification.
“I want to feel you shatter beneath me.” Jack sat up, grabbed me, and threw me on my back. He pushed my heels up to my buttocks and rammed into me while his tongue wrestled with mine.
I didn’t think his dick could go any further into my body than it was when I was on top of him, but I was wrong. He urgently thrusted, and hit my G-spot which I hadn’t know existed prior to him, over and over again.
“You’re so good,” left my mouth and “oh...oh...oh...”
My vagina was a volcano ready to explode. Jack’s body continued to slide into mine, as he teased and taunted my nerves. His lips fluttered against my neck, then his eyes locked into mine.
One more thrust and I tumbled. I fell over the hill and spilled all the way. I shook and cried out his name, as he released into me, and sent me further into my spiral. I clawed his butt cheeks and left marks, as I dug my desire into him.
When our bodies stopped spasming, he put his arms under my back and flipped me on top of him, still inside me. He pulled me close to him and hungrily kissed me like he hadn’t just rocked both our worlds.
“Maddie, you’re amazing,” he breathed between kisses.
I couldn’t get any words out and held him tighter. My chest heaved from it all, and my breath started to slow. My pride beamed from his praise.
Jack finally pulled out of me, removed the condom, tied it in a knot, and threw it in the trash can next to the bed.
We laid worn out in each others arms. Jack told me again that I was delicious and caressed my back as I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Jack
I told myself I wouldn’t touch her. When I saw her by the hot tub, her body glistened in the moonlight, I couldn’t help it. I felt like I was being pulled to her and I had to taste her.
I pu
lled out of the kiss, sat in the hot tub, and reminded myself I would only get to know her. But she was too tempting. Her body was on mine, and I didn’t mean to tell her I wanted her in my bed, but it rolled out of my mouth. When she told me she needed whatever I would give her, I wasn’t going to deny her.
What a dickhead her ex was. Any real man wouldn’t let this woman be in need of anything.
She was sweeter than I thought she would be. A heavenly piece of pleasure. Of all my one night stands and sexual encounters, I had never experienced anyone like her.
And she was worried about pleasing me? Yep, her ex must be a total douchebag.
Mesmerized, I watched her fall asleep in my arms, knowing that there was no way she could only be casual. Although I had sworn off casual a year ago, I couldn’t go back to my old ways...not with her.
Perfection was defined when she was created, I thought, as I stroked her back and looked at her sensual curves, amazed that she didn’t even know it. I wondered what kind of a man would not tell her how special, perfect, or amazing she was and let her go—obviously, a total moron.
I didn’t know how long she was in Tampa, but I wanted to see more of her and wracked my brain to figure out what I could do that was nice for her. Picking up the phone, I called the front desk.
“Mr. Stevens, this is Susie, how can I help you?” The front desk clerk sounded cheerful, even though it was around midnight.
I twisted the old-fashioned phone cord in my hand. “Hi Susie. Is the east wing still closed?”
“Yes it is, sir.”
"Please, bring Ms. Maddie Burns’s luggage to my room.”
The receptionist became uncomfortable. “Sir, I’m so sorry but we can’t do that without Ms. Burns’s permission.”
“She’s sleeping. I don’t want to wake her up,” I replied, rather annoyed.
“Yes, but...but it’s our policy, sir,” she stuttered.
I rolled my eyes. “Please let me talk to Greg.” Greg was the manager, and I had dealt with him quite a bit, as I was in Tampa a lot these days.
“One moment, sir.”
I waited and looked down at Maddie, who slept peacefully.
“Mr. Stevens,” Greg boasted.
I turned on the heat. “Hey, Greg, I have a situation. I need it taken care of. I’m assuming, as much as I book out your penthouse that you could understand the position I’m in and help me out, especially since your hotel is the cause of this issue?” I didn’t mean to be that type of dick, but it wasn’t totally false. The only reason Maddie was in my room was because of their east wing issue...although I felt like I should have been thanking him for that.
Greg was silent for a moment. “What can I do for you, Mr. Stevens? You know we appreciate all your patronage. We absolutely want to continue serving you as our guest.”
“Thank you, Greg. I need Ms. Maddie Burns’s suitcase...and any contents she may have taken out of it, packed back in it and brought to my suite, please.”
Greg was silent again. I could hear his brain turning. “Right away, Mr. Stevens,” he finally agreed.
“Thank you, Greg. I appreciate your help.”
I snuggled into Maddie and reminded myself not to screw this one up.
3
Maddie
At 3 a.m., I woke up and saw my luggage. I looked over at Jack, who slept with his body half in the sheets, half out, glistening in the dark.
His body could make the Greek Gods jealous, no doubt.
I sat on the edge of the bed with a silly grin on my face. As I admired his body, I held myself back from touching him and wondered how this man could not be taken.
Maybe he felt me ogling him, because he slowly opened his eyes.
“Maddie? Something wrong?” His sleepy face filled with concern.
I crawled up next to him. “I’m fine. My luggage is here?”
“Yes,” he stated, like it wasn’t a big deal.
“How did that happen?”
“We are both naked and you want to know about your luggage?” He raised his brow at me in a mischievous way.
My grin grew bigger. “Yep.”
“I called the front desk and arranged for it when you fell asleep. I thought you would want some fresh clothes this morning. Not that I have any problem if you want to stay naked in my room for the week,” he teased and rubbed his hands on my naked back.
Hmmm...a naked week with Jack Stevens...now that is something to think about. But surely he’s joking?
Jack leaned over, and his tongue found mine with a new passion. My body responded, and I wondered, once more, how this total stranger could feel like a natural piece of heaven?
Probably because you’re on vacation. Is this what they mean by a vacation fling?
Well, at least a one-night fling, I reminded myself. While I was inexperienced in one-night stands, my gut told me that Jack was a pro. Not that I was judging.
I felt him stir to life, as his body pressed against mine, hard and warm.
I wanted to taste him. No, I had to taste him. His dick was smooth and throbbed against my hand. I could feel a vein as I played with his shaft. I shimmied down his body, took in his amazing pecs and abs, and listened to his breath increase with each new kiss I placed on him.
I approached his manhood, and instead of licking his shaft, I started to suck his balls. Pride gushed through me when he grunted in delight.
I didn’t have tons of experience in the blow-job department, but I desperately wanted to give Jack as good of head as he gave me.
Dear blow-job gods, please send me top skills right now.
An unfamiliar need rushed through me...to feel him in my mouth...to taste the salt of his cum...to make him beg as much as I had begged him. So I moved my tongue to his shaft, licked slowly from the base to the top, sucked on his tip, and took my time fully engaged in the process. I listened intently to his moans and words of encouragement, and let them lead me through the journey.
Jack put his hands through my hair and pushed me on his tip, “Please, Maddie,” he begged, which gave me an adrenaline rush. I fully embraced him. Inch by inch, I sucked, licked, and twisted. Where the skills came from, I didn’t know, but somehow, my body knew what he needed.
He panted and mumbled incoherent words as his hips moved with the rhythm of my mouth. His hands caressed my head, then gently pulled my hair, then pushed me, then pulled me again.
And I loved it. For the first time in my life, I loved giving head. I moaned in appreciation of this man and his beautiful, hard, smooth, ready-to-burst dick. The taste of his pre-cum made me want more. In that moment, I left the old Maddie that hated to give head and became a woman who felt the power of what I could do to this sex god of a man.
My moans turned Jack on more. I could feel him swell and he was close to rupturing. He tried to pull me off him, and warned me that he was about to cum. Normally, I would have removed my mouth, but not this time. I wanted all of him…every drop of his orgasm…a prize for the pleasure I was able to reciprocate back to him.
“Maddie...oh God, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he cried out. His voice warned me, and his hands attempted to push my mouth off him.
I was high from how much he needed me in that moment to finish what I started. Determination overcame me, and I pushed his hands away and sucked him off harder. I listened to him moan as he started to shake and then violently explode in my mouth.
I devoured him. I swallowed and drank like a hungry girl. I never let up, as I brought him to ecstasy and listened to him call out my name and curse with pleasure.
His body finally stopped ricochetting. I removed him from my mouth, and slowly looked up. Jack grinned at me, dimples on both cheeks, as his chest heaved, and a drop of sweat dripped down the side of his face.
“That was incredible,” he boasted. “I give you permission to do that anytime you want.”
Joy jolted through me that I could make him feel so good.
I slid back up to him and squatted over his waist. My
bare breasts laid on his chest, my lips were inches from his as I grinned at him. “Thanks for getting my luggage.”
Jack let out a roaring laugh and rubbed my bare ass. “If that’s all I have to do to get that kind of blow job, please give me a list of anything you want me to do for you.”
“I’ll start my list tomorrow then,” I teased.
He took my face in his hands. “Seriously, that was amazing.”
My ego once again shot up.
He kissed me and my body started to heat up again. “Thank you, it’s my turn now.”
A surge of adrenaline ran through my body.
He flipped me on my back. Jack’s talented hands started playing with my breasts, as his lips moved between my neck and mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I whispered and grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him further into my mouth.
Jack stopped for a minute and stared me in the eyes. “You’re fucking delicious, Maddie. I mean it.”
My cheeks heated. I had full carnal knowledge of Jack, and he literally made me blush, as I laid naked in his arms. I tried to pull him to me again but he stopped me.
“I want to watch you cum, Maddie. I want to see your eyes roll, and know you’re reacting to my touch. I want you to lose control and call out my name and not even know you’re saying it.” He gazed into my eyes, searching for my reaction.
My cheeks grew redder. In fact, they burned as my vagina twitched in anticipation, and my heart raced. I knew that was exactly what he would do to me.
No man ever talked to me this way before. Not in the bedroom or out of it. The way Jack talked before, during, and after sex, was a major turn on. I found it sexy and freeing.
Jack saw me blush, kissed both my cheeks, and pulled back to look into my eyes, “Do you want me to do that to you, Maddie?”
I bit my lip and nodded. If anyone else on earth stated they wanted to do that to me, I wouldn’t have the nerve to admit I wanted them too. But I couldn’t hold back with Jack.