by Penny Wylder
“How would you feel,” I ask, “if I broke the rules?”
She swallows. “What rules?”
“The rules where one-night stands aren’t supposed to see each other again.”
“I think that rule has already been broken,” she breathes. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I like the sight. It makes me remember her breasts and how fucking perfect they are. Makes me remember my temptation to fuck them until they’re covered in my cum.
“You know what I’m saying, don’t you?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“And?” I let the question hang in the air.
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter, and my lips crash onto hers. Adrenaline and pleasure crash through me, and there’ll be no hiding the fact that I’m hard now. Especially since my jeans are soaked.
Diamond moans against my lips. There’s a thump as her bag hits the floor and then her arms are wrapped around my neck, kissing me back. A ferocious kiss that tells me she’s been thinking about me too. I wonder if she’s touched herself the way I have, thinking about the way we fucked. My cock is swollen now, pressing between us.
She feels so good pressed up against me like this, and I walk her backwards until we reach the wall. The door is within reach, and I shut it and lock it with one hand. Like hell am I going to let anyone see us right now.
I don’t know how far we’ll go, but this moment is for us alone.
My hands find her hips, and I press her hard against the wall, grinding my hips into hers. I want her to know what she does to me—that all she has to do is breathe and my dick sits up at attention. I want her to remember what my cock feels like slamming into her.
She breaks our kiss and looks up at me, breathless. I like the way her lips are already swollen. I could get used to her looking like that. “I don’t usually do things like this,” she says.
“Like what?” My voice is low, raspy.
“Hooking up with guys I meet in clubs,” she says. “Or in back rooms of bars.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you worried?”
She bites her lip, and doesn’t say anything. The fact that she would be worried about how it looks hadn’t occurred to me. “Even if it was something you did regularly, I wouldn’t care. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be with someone, even for a night.”
Her body relaxes. She hadn’t seemed tense, but she’s almost boneless now, held upright by the fact that our bodies are pressed together. Everything about her radiates relief. And then her face changes. To something more confident, more playful.
“You’re going to catch cold if we don’t get you out of those jeans,” she says, tugging at my belt.
“It can wait,” I say.
She shakes her head. “No, Glenn, it really can’t.”
Her meaning sinks in, and I feel all the blood race to my dick, trying to get there first. Holy hell. She undoes my belt slowly, looking me in the eyes as she does it. And when she leans up to press her lips against mine, I feel like I can’t breathe.
Diamond’s hands stroke my cock through the fabric of my underwear. Christ, I’m going to come like a teenager if she keeps doing that.
“I liked the way you tasted,” she whispers against my lips. “I want to try it again.”
That’s it, there’s no blood left in my brain. It’s gone. I have to brace myself on the wall as she slips down to her knees in front of me, peeling my wet jeans and underwear down around my ankles. I kick them away, the air prickling cold on my skin after the damp fabric. But I can’t take my eyes off Diamond.
She’s still staring up at me, eyes locked with mine as she touches her tongue to the tip of my shaft. Oh my God. And then her lips cover me, and I’m blind with pleasure. I grit my teeth, focusing on holding back, because I’m so turned on that I feel like I could come right now. But I’m not going to fucking let go in the first moment.
“Mmm,” she makes a sounds like she’s eating chocolate and it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted. So fucking hot.
I watch as she slides down my cock, taking more of me. Watching her take me into her mouth slowly is impossibly erotic, her lips stretching to fit me. Delicious, gorgeous, sexy. I’m breaking my own rules with her more than I already did that first night, because there’s no way I would give up this feeling right away.
The pledge can wait. I’ve got time. For at least this moment, I’m going to enjoy what feels like the most perfect mouth in the world. Diamond is still looking up at me, eyes seemingly innocent as she slips further and takes more. Until she’s so far down that her lips rest against my stomach, my balls pressed to her chin. Her lips are stretched to their limit around me.
And then she pushes further. There’s a silent pop and
holy fuck, the head of my cock is in her throat. If I reached out and touched her neck, I bet that I could feel it.
Pulling back and releasing me, she takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. And then Diamond says the last words I expect. Because she always seems to take me by surprise. “Glenn, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
10
Diamond
The last time I told Glenn exactly what I wanted, he gave it to me. And the way he’s looking down at me right now, towering over me with that perfect body, eyes full of lust that feels like it’s going to consume me, I want him. I want him to take the control away and fuck my mouth and throat. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try, but never have.
Some guys don’t believe you when you say that’s what you want. Even though we were together for years, and the sex was good, Alex would never have done something like this. It was all about what he wanted, never what I wanted. And I want this. Glenn’s cock in my throat with him choosing how deep and how fast and how hard. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
But Glenn, I can see in his eyes that he’s willing to do it. I surprised him, but he wants it to. His cock is so hard that it bobs when I reach out and brush my fingers against it. He’s so aroused he can barely stand it.
“Glenn,” I say again. “Fuck my mouth.”
He swallows, and I see his muscles move. Flowing from his jaw to his neck to his shoulder. The muscles in his stomach tense, and he speaks. “You want that?”
“I do.”
I didn’t walk into this room expecting that we’d do anything, but when he kissed me, everything came rushing back, and it was so good. I’m not a prude, but there’s something about Glenn, his utter confidence, that brings out mine. I’m really not the kind of girl that does this, but if he doesn’t care, then neither do I.
Fuck everything else in my life right now that says I have to be good and perfectly put together. I want to be messy and feel good and be myself. And right now I feel more like myself I have in a long time. That’s what it was about the other night that was so refreshing. I felt free in the same way I feel free now. Free to be my un-ironically messy self.
Glenn’s eyes are dark fire as he reaches for me, wrapping my hair around his hand. His grip is firm, pulling just enough to let me know that he’s got me where he wants me, but not enough to hurt.
“Open,” he says.
I do, and he guides his cock into my mouth, feeding it to me inch by inch. It’s a slow, intentional invasion. I asked him to fuck my mouth, and anxiety, desire, and need settle in my gut as I realize that he’s going to make sure that my mouth is thoroughly fucked.
He’s holding my head still as he sinks in. And in and in until I’m almost where I was before. The thick head of his cock pops into my throat, and I’m full of him, my nose pressed into the skin of his stomach. Fingers tighten against my scalp, and he pulls back, just an inch, before thrusting into my mouth again.
Fuck. I’m so wet right now, my body temperature rising. This feels good, asking for what I want and receiving it without having to jump through any hoops. Just an honest and simple interaction. Glenn didn’t shame me for it or ask why I would want it, just asked if I was sure. My mi
nd feels amazingly blank, just existing in the moment.
He thrusts again, slipping in and out of my throat with ease, and a moan escapes me. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care at the moment. When I told him I liked the taste, I wasn’t lying. He’s salty and rich and male and that taste sends my body into this frenzy that wants more of him. More more more.
But he pulls back out, letting me breathe, and I stare up at him. He seems transfixed on me, his cock glistening with saliva from my mouth. Then, ever so slowly, the corner of his mouth tips up. My stomach does a flip and drops. He’s so sexy that he steals what’s left of my breath. I want a picture of him like this, naked and smiling down at me, completely in control.
Glenn tips my head back, lifting his hips so that his balls touch my lips. “Suck,” he says.
The simplicity of the word falls through me like lightning. Sweet heat and pleasure gather at my core. I do. I open my mouth and take them in, sucking on his skin greedily. One and then the other. I like watching his eyes close in pleasure, and the way his muscles jump and tense with every movement of my tongue.
When he pulls back the hunger in his eyes makes me feel like the ground is falling out from underneath me. “Open your mouth” he says, adding his other hand to my hair. And when I do, he slips his cock between my lips, thrusting deep and all the way down. He fills me to the hilt and I can’t move, can’t stop it. It’s perfect.
It’s then that he really fucks me. Holding my head perfectly still, Glenn rams into my mouth with full force, pumping me with all he’s got, as deep as he can go. He only gives me seconds to breathe before he’s stuffing my mouth with his cock, holding himself deep. Fast and slow, short jerking thrusts and long smooth ones. I lose track of anything but the feel of his shaft moving in and out of my mouth, of being hauled onto his cock and impaled by it.
It’s exactly what I asked for.
He groans, pushing himself to the hilt, holding me against his body, and I can feel him come. His cock jerks in my throat as he fills me up, draining his pleasure into me. I can taste it, salt and sweet and perfect. Hot waves of it fill me to overflowing, and I swallow desperately to take all of it.
Even when he’s finished, he holds himself deep a few seconds more before releasing me. I feel boneless and wobbly, like I’ve just come, even though I haven’t. I know that if I put my hand between my legs my jeans will be hot and damp.
“You’re very good at that,” Glenn says, voice still rough with climax.
I lick my lips, and watch him stare at me. “I didn’t do much work there.”
He shakes his head slowly. “I can count on one hand the number of women who’ve been able to swallow my whole cock. And none of them have been able to do it like that.”
Quickly, he pulls the dry clothes on that he came in here to retrieve, and comes back to me pulling me to my feet and keeping me locked against the wall with his body. His lips slant across mine, hard, and possessive, and I think I might faint, because yessss. My nipples are so hard they ache as his chest presses against mine, and my clit is practically screaming for relief.
“I’m not going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and leave you hanging,” he says, “but I also don’t want to do this in my office.”
“You have a better place in mind?”
He smiles. “I was thinking my house. It has things like beds and a hot tub.”
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit with me,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. The way he’s pressing against me is nice. I could stay here for a while.
“I wasn’t exactly planning on either of us wearing anything.”
“Then that sounds perfect.”
He nods. “I just have to check in with my managers, and you should talk to your friend. Make sure she knows where you are.”
Back out in the bar, Liz looks at me with wide eyes.
“Do I look that bad?” I ask her.
“No, girl, you don’t look bad. But you do look like you just had sex.”
I blush, my body going hot. “Not exactly.”
“But that’s what you’re about to tell me you’re going to do, right?”
“Umm…”
She starts laughing and throws back a shot. “Seriously, Di, go. I said I was fine, and I meant it. If anyone deserves some fun and some dick, it’s you. Let go a little.”
“You’re the best,” I say, pulling her in for a hug. Across the room, I see Glenn appear by the door. His eyes meet mine.
“I know,” Liz chirps happily. I wave at her and she waves back. “Happy fucking!” she calls loudly, and I duck my head, fighting the embarrassment that washes over me and the stares that come my way.
Now that I know who Glenn is, and that he’s a fucking millionaire-billionaire-rich-as-sin person, the fact that we pull up to one of the most beautiful mansions I’ve ever seen makes sense. It’s a little ways out of the town, set high on one of the hills that Green Hills is named for. There’s an incredible view of the valley, and I can already tell that sunsets here are incredible, and we’re hours away from sunset.
Glenn shows me into the house, and I feel like a fish out of water, gaping at everything I see. He’s gotten quieter as we got closer, and he hasn’t said anything as we’ve come inside, but I can feel him watching me. Finally, I swallow. “This place is amazing.”
“Thanks.”
“You know, I had no idea who you were? And I figured out you were rich the other night because of the hotel and the whiskey, but I had no idea that you were this rich.”
He laughs softly. “It’s kind of weird. I didn’t grow up like this. I was dirt poor. So having this amount of money never really sits right with me. But I do have some pet causes that I give to, and I try not to be the obnoxious rich asshole, you know?”
“I never would have thought that. That you were an asshole.”
He laughs again, leading me deeper into the house. “Let me make sure that I never introduce you to my friends.”
We walk into a comfortable living space, and he sits on one of the couches. I sit on the same couch at the other end. It feels so different than when we were just in his office with his cock down my throat. He’s staring at me intently, and I wonder what he’s thinking.
I’m thinking that I want him on top of me, and we can talk later.
“Diamond,” he says, but nothing more.
“Glenn.”
He doesn’t say anything for a second. “Why are you here?”
The question takes me by surprise. “I thought that was kind of obvious.”
“Maybe,” he says. “Maybe not.”
“I can clear that up for you,” I say, standing again. My body is too ready to wait for wherever else that conversation is going. I need him, and I need him now. My clothes hit the floor unceremoniously, and I crawl into his lap, straddling his hips. His mouth is level with my breasts, and he takes one of my already hard nipples into his mouth. Sucking and biting down. It’s like sending burning embers of need straight to my pussy.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
Glenn’s hand strokes down my back, pulling me down against his hips, grinding up together. We would be fucking if his pants weren’t in the way. It’s clear he’s hard and ready to go again. Good. Because it’s my turn this time. I hold his head against my skin, and he obliges, ravishing my breasts with lips and teeth and tongue. This man should be given an award for what he can do with his mouth and what it does to me.
“Ask me what you want,” Glenn says. “Tell me.”
“Just fuck me,” I say, breathless and blind. “I need it.”
His laugh is deep and slow. “You got it. Turn around.”
I do, and I hear his zipper, and the sound of fabric and the crinkle of foil as he gets a condom from his wallet and sheathes himself in it. And then he sheathes himself in me, a single, merciless stroke. I ache with the invasion, pussy spasming and gripping him. He feels so good, a gasp escapes me, pleasure bursting outwards all at once and I shake, my mind
going quiet.
Glenn’s hands are on my back pushing me forward, and more and more until my arms reach the floor, and I get it. I brace my hands on the floor, and he yanks me back onto his cock, my legs still straddling his thighs. He rams into me with ease and speed, pulling my hips down onto him in exactly the right way to hit me deep. It sparkles and shines and is making me gush. The pleasurable pressure is building so fast that I can’t contain it. I fly up and over the edge in seconds, coming in a flash fire of ecstasy that has me crying out for more. And he gives it to me. Not stopping, not slowing, taking.
He’s standing now, holding my thighs as he fucks me. I can’t move, braced against the floor like I am, even if he’s supporting most of my weight. The way his cock fills me up, the same way that he filled my throat, is absolutely perfect. Glenn can hit places inside of me that I’ve never felt before, and I fucking love it.
“You like this,” he says, voice rough. “You like being fucked hard by me.”
“Yes.” I barely manage the word.
“You like the way my hard cock feels in your cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Glenn thrusts harder. “Say it.”
“I like your cock in my cunt,” I gasp, trying to breathe. It’s too good, senses overloaded. And
I just let go, relaxing into the ease of being pleasured by him. So delicious. I can’t breathe, can’t move, and the explosion comes again, almost too soon. This orgasm starts deep in my core, like an echo that you hear from far away. But suddenly it’s ricocheting around inside me, screaming loudly, and I’m screaming loudly too as I come.
Somewhere in the real world I hear Glenn grunt his climax too, and he lets me down to the ground gently, climbing over my body so he can kiss my neck. Turn me over and kiss my lips. Hard and possessive, just like the way he fucks me. I like the way he makes me lose myself in pleasure.
“That’s why I’m here,” I say, “in case you hadn’t guessed.”