by Jamie Hunter
Naomi kissed him back, hotly. She felt incredibly sexy. Sexier than she had in ages. Another tingle rocked the area between her legs, and she wondered if she’d stay wet the entire night.
BEEP!
“I love you,” she said, one hand still on her husband’s face.
“Love you too baby,” he said with a grin. He slapped her on the ass for good measure. “Now knock his socks off.”
Ten
Naomi was in the truck for almost two minutes before she could even speak. She was too frightened, too wound up. Too terrified of the consequences, even though she had permission. Even though—
“You alright?” Julian finally asked from the driver’s seat. His hand left the steering wheel and found hers.
“Yes,” she managed to say. “I’m just…”
“Nervous?”
Naomi let out a short laugh. It sounded a little too maniacal for her tastes.
“To put it mildly, yeah.”
Julian’s hand rubbed the back of hers. His fingers, thick and strong, found their way between her own.
“You weren’t nervous in the closet,” he pointed out.
“Bullshit,” Naomi chuckled. “I was crazy nervous.”
“Yes, but not nervous enough. You were… let’s just say, willing.”
The truck turned smoothly onto another main road. Wherever they were going, it wasn’t all that local.
“Listen,” Julian said, squeezing her hand. “This is going to be fun. Your husband has given us both his blessing, and he wants you to have a great time. That’s not gonna happen if you’re too tense, too nervous to follow through.”
Naomi nodded in understanding. He was right about that, and she really did want things to go perfectly. Even so, the butterflies wouldn’t go away.
Maybe that’s okay, she thought to herself. Maybe the butterflies are what makes it so good…
“If you’re not ready to do something like this,” Julian suggested, “I can take you back. I can—”
Naomi scooted closer and pulled on Julian’s arm. When he turned to look over at her, she kissed him.
It was a long kiss. Much too long for someone who should be keeping his eyes on the road. The kiss was open-mouthed, and very, very hot. Every bit as electric as it was when they were trapped in the closet.
When the kiss finally broke, she snuggled up against him.
“I so fucking want you,” she said, practically into Julian’s ear. The admission seemed to sweep away most of the nervousness. “I can’t wait to have you…”
He squeezed her hand again and let it go. “Good,” he smiled. When his hand reappeared it settled somewhere mid-thigh, just below the hem of her dress. “Because you’re going to have me. Every last inch of me…”
At his touch — and his words — Naomi felt a shiver of excitement ripple its way up and down her body. Her pussy flooded with all new wetness.
“And believe me, honey. I’m going to have every single inch of you.”
The rest of the ride was like a waking dream. Later on, Naomi could only recall parts of it. The important parts, anyway.
They continued the ride in relative silence, as Julian’s hand inched its way higher up her leg. He pushed right past her dress. Found his way quickly to her dripping wet slit. Naomi didn’t protest as he pushed her G-string aside with his thumb and sank two fingers inside her. They went straight in, right up to the knuckles.
“You’re totally soaked,” said Julian.
Naomi could only gasp. “Uh huh.”
She put one foot up on the dash. The other she extended toward him, spreading herself wide. Julian continued playing with her while he drove, sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy while Naomi played with her own tits. It felt wrong. Dirty.
But so, so fucking awesome.
“I’m going to be pumping come into you like crazy,” he said, out of the blue. When he saw her eyes go wide in alarm, he smiled. “Don’t worry, Corey knows. In fact, it was one of his conditions of signing your hall pass.”
Naomi swallowed hard. As shocking as the revelation was it relieved her, because she had no idea how they’d be handling the whole condom situation.
The idea also turned her on more than anything else in her entire life.
Someone’s touching you, she thought. Someone other than your husband…
She glanced down, to where Julian’s hand disappeared somewhere between her thighs. His fingers still churned inside her, the muscles of his forearm moving in rhythm with the pleasure she received.
And you’re going to touch him…
Her gaze shifted sideways, and Naomi couldn’t help but look into Julian’s lap. There was a bulge there now, and a significant one to boot. Or was it just a trick of the lighting?
You’re going to spread your legs for him. You’re going to let another man fuck you…
The realization hit home for Naomi as she inhaled deeply. Even the cab of the truck smelled like him… all musk and steel and leather. But now it also smelled like her.
You’re going to let another man come inside you. Fill your pussy up…
His fingers moved more insistently now. They dove deeper, pressed into her with more authority. Her eyes fluttered closed as Julian’s thumb brushed her clit.
He’s going to make himself drip out of you. Drive you home, overflowing with his seed…
Naomi felt it; the slow rise of her approaching orgasm. It should’ve taken longer, but she was far too horny. Too focused on the thrill of a strange new touch. She squirmed her ass downward, into the leather seat. Spread her legs even further apart, while closing her hand over his.
She moaned, softly. Her fingers pressed down, guiding his own. Showing him where to press, where to circle.
You sound like a whore, the little voice in her head admonished. Just look at yourself. Look at what you’re doing—
The truck stopped. The fingers withdrew. Naomi opened her eyes abruptly and gasped.
They were parked in front of a big, fancy hotel on the outskirts of town. One she’d always wanted to try, but the special occasion just hadn’t presented itself.
Julian got out on the driver’s side. Her door opened on its own, and a cheerful valet extended his hand.
“Miss?”
Completely flustered, Naomi took the valet’s hand. It wasn’t until she was already out of the truck that she realized which hand she’d given him. She flushed bright red.
Julian handed over his keys, took the valet ticket, then extended a hand of his own. Legs still shaking, Naomi reached for it…
… and followed her would-be lover into the bright, beautiful lobby.
Eleven
The lobby was big and bustling — and filled with people. Naomi had a slight panic attack as she realized anyone could see her. Friends, family, neighbors — any one of them could be here for a weekend wedding. Any one of them could see her dressed to the nines, holding hands with a complete stranger.
It thrilled her, even as it frightened her. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirrored column; her black dress looked even shorter than she remembered it. Paired with her knee-high fuck me boots, Naomi imagined she looked more like a hooker than a guest.
Julian spoke to the desk clerk. She looked up at him again, to where his flowing blonde mane brushed the tops of his gorgeous shoulders.
You’ll be holding those shoulders soon, she thought to herself. Grasping onto them for dear life as he plows into you…
Just the thought made Naomi even more wet, and she was already drenched.
“Come,” said Julian, and the double entendre was not lost on her. He ushered her across the lobby and into an empty elevator. “Fourteen,” he instructed.
She pressed the button with trembling fingers, and the doors began to close. Naomi shook with the anticipation of being alone with him again. She wondered what Julian would do to her once the elevator started. How much time they’d have together before—
At the very last second
a man put his hand between the doors and stopped them. He and another woman stepped on — presumably his wife — and nodded a firm hello. The man pressed the button for the tenth floor.
So much for being alone.
As the elevator started to rise, Julian positioned himself behind her. He was pressed against her, his arms sliding around Naomi’s midsection to clasp themselves over her belly. Then he pushed forward, pressing himself against her.
Oh my God…
A giant bulge was pressing between her asscheeks. Naomi could feel the warmth of it even through her dress, through Julian’s slacks, too. He pulled her in to him. Against him. The bulge felt even bigger, now, like it was shifting. Uncoiling between them…
DING!
The elevator doors opened and the couple got off at the tenth floor. As they slid shut again, Julian’s mouth closed over Naomi’s neck. His hands moved beneath her dress, hiking it up to her hips. She sighed at the feel of his palms sliding against her, heat on heat, skin on skin. One of them slipped into the valley between her legs.
He brushed back her hair, pinning it over one ear. “You ready for this?” he murmured.
Naomi sighed and nodded. “Oh yes.”
“Good girl.”
The doors opened again, and he used his body to shove her forward. As they moved out into the hallway, Julian pressed a keycard into her hand.
“1408,” he said.
Both of his hands went to her ass. He squeezed her there, and it felt amazing. Naomi felt drunk, even giddy as she stumbled down the carpeted hall. The room numbers were a blur to her. All that mattered were Julian’s hands.
“Here.”
She inserted the card into the slot, but the light stayed red. She tried it again…
Her skirt was fully bunched up around her waist now. Julian had one had on her crotch, the other exploring her ass. Anyone could’ve walked into the hallway and seen them. Anyone would know—
“It’s upside down.”
A slick finger probed her from behind. Naomi squirmed back against it…
Somehow she managed to get the card turned over. She inserted it again and the light went green. There was the whirring of an electromagnetic lock, and then the door was opening into a cool, dark room.
They fell inside, hands all over each other.
The room lit itself automatically as they entered. It was absolutely gorgeous — a big, spacious suite complete with a bar, a kitchenette, and a triangle-shaped hot tub.
Naomi didn’t have much time to see it. Her dress was lifted almost instantly over her head, then tossed unceremoniously to the floor. She stood there in her boots and black lace bra, her stockings attached to a very unnecessary garter belt.
And her panties, of course. As tiny as they were.
Julian stepped in, kissing her over and over until she was dizzy. His hands moved up her back, unhooking her bra. Immediately her nipples went stiff against the cool air. Julian smiled, then bent to take one in his mouth.
This is going to happen, thought Naomi. The fact was punctuated as she glanced over at the giant, king-sized bed. This is really going to—
Abruptly Julian stood up. His hands slid delicately over her breasts, then upward still, until they rested on her bare shoulders. Then he pressed down, forcing Naomi to her knees. Gladly, she dropped to the carpeted floor.
Something warm struck her face. Something big and meaty and—
Oh my God…
It was his cock. Somehow Julian had taken his pants and boxers down, and his cock was now staring Naomi right in the face. It was enormous. Long and thick, with a perfectly smooth, bulbous head that throbbed hotly against her cheek.
“Suck it,” Julian commanded.
Naomi craned her neck back, to take it all in. Julian’s dick was tremendous, and he still wasn’t fully hard. She knew there was no way she could take it all. No way she could—
His hand went to the back of her neck. Guiding her gently, he thrust forward and pushed the head against her waiting mouth. Naomi licked her lips quickly, then opened herself up for him. He slid past her teeth, moving inch by inch until he was lodged firmly in the back of her throat.
Oh… Oh WOW…
She reached up to wrap her hand around the base. It was so thick, she almost couldn’t. Her fingers barely fit around him, that’s how much girth he had. And, crazy as it seemed, he was getting thicker by the second.
It was all Naomi could do not to gag. Yet somehow she maintained control. She slid her tongue flat against the underside of Julian’s swollen cock, making more room in her mouth. It enabled her to open wider. Take him deeper.
“That’s it,” he grunted. His voice was deeper now, and thick with lust. He was definitely getting into the moment. “Relax your throat,” he continued. “Take it slow.”
Take it slow…
The realization hit Naomi like a ton of bricks. She finally knew what Melissa meant! She’d even laugh about it, if it wouldn’t hurt so much right now. Already her jaw was getting sore.
“Shit honey, your mouth feels so fucking good…”
Julian relaxed, and stopped his thrusting. Instead he allowed Naomi to go at her own pace. Wrapping her hand around the back of one thigh, she was able to pull him in just a little bit deeper. The head of his cock tickled her tonsils. It rubbed the tender, sensitive area, right at the very back of her throat.
“You okay?”
“MmmmMMMMMmmmmm…” she moaned.
Julian sighed in response. His groans made her feel good and powerful, even while on her knees. Judging by his size, Naomi already knew how much pleasure he’d be giving her shortly. The least she could do was give it back as good as she got.
They got a rhythm going. Soon Julian was plunging in and out of her mouth, his cock glistening wet. It was musky, yet sweet. Coated in a mixture of his own pre-come and her saliva.
Suddenly he popped himself from between her lips. Naomi felt herself being lifted into the air by two strong arms, and carried to the bed…
Twelve
This is it…
Naomi’s heart raced. Her mind spun out of control.
This is where it happens…
Julian dropped her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. With one hand he reached down and seized the waistband of her panties. With the other, he grabbed her G-string and tore it completely away with one quick snap of his wrist.
“OH!”
The remnants of the shredded fabric hung down obscenely across her crotch. Julian pushed it aside then dove down, burying his face in the virtual swamp of wetness between her thighs.
“Oh GOD…”
She felt his mouth lock over her. His tongue, licking its way slowly up and down her pussy with long, flat strokes.
A jolt of electricity shot through Naomi’s body, head to toe. He was finally there. Finally between her legs. The stubble of Julian’s 5-O’clock shadow tickled and scratched her, even as he devoured her pussy. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was his tongue, buried so impossibly deep inside her.
“Oh Julian…”
She said his name. It felt different. Tasted different, in her mouth. After long years of saying Corey’s name in the bedroom — and only Corey’s — she could finally say another. It was totally hot. Incredibly liberating.
“Fuck me Julian…”
His mouth felt good, especially with his hands locked around the back of her ass. But instead of fucking her, he flipped her over. Once again Naomi was picked up. Once again she was set down on the bed. Only this time, she was face down. Ass up. She reached out in anticipation for the nearest pillow, then buried her face in it.
For several moments she felt nothing. Her body was on fire. Her pussy throbbed with longing.
“Oh God please,” she gasped. “Please…”
Naomi almost cried when she finally felt his hands on her hips. They were so strong, his fingers like iron. They pulled her backwards, and she slid without resistance. She was positioned perfectly. Waiti
ng for an end to the agony…
That’s when she felt it: Julian’s tongue on her asshole.
Naomi’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Her entire body shivered. Her skin felt like she’d been stripped naked and dropped into the middle of an icy lake — every one of her nerve endings tingling at once.
Julian spread her asscheeks and licked her, top to bottom. From her pussy to her asshole, he slathered her with saliva.
“OH!”
Naomi cried out, in both surprise and delight. She gripped the pillow in both hands. Closed her eyes, focusing on the distinct pleasure of being eaten out from behind…
“Oh… OH FUCK!”
It was the absolute last thing she expected… that is, until something else happened. A split second later, Julian’s warm, wet tongue snaked its way inside her.
“OHHH!”
She tried to jump again, but his iron-like grip held her fast. Julian’s mouth was glued to her ass now, his chin bouncing up and down as he tongue-fucked her asshole as deep as he could go.
“Julian!”
Her cries only served to encourage him. Not that he needed much encouragement. Not that she wanted him to stop either, because what he was doing was the dirtiest, filthiest, most incredible thing in her whole entire world.
“OH GOD YES!!!”
Naomi shoved her ass backward, to drive him in deeper. He was fucking her fast now, jamming his tongue in and out of her most sacrosanct place. And then he added even more pleasure, by sliding a finger into her pussy from behind. One finger became two, two became three, and suddenly she was fucking back against more than just her lover’s glorious, talented tongue.
The feeling was exquisite. Totally intense. Naomi didn’t know how to handle it, or whether she’d be able to enjoy it for long. All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut, grip the pillow, and screw back against some of the most taboo pleasure she’d ever, ever had.
“OHHHHooohhhhOHHHHooohhhhh…”
Her voice rose and fell, the pitch and volume matching the rhythm of his mouth and fingers. Every once in a while Julian would stop and lick her all over. Naomi would gasp, taking in another gulp of precious air, before he’d plunge his tongue back into her asshole and use it to fuck her all over again.