by Lily Harlem
“You reckon?” He shifted on the seat.
I shuffled in between his long, broad thighs and brushed my knuckles over his straining shaft.
He hissed in a breath.
“You want me to help out with your problem?”
“Feel free, any time,” he said in a strangled voice.
Reaching for his fly, I released it. Tugged at the zipper and drew it downward though it needed yanking a little, it was so stretched by the bulging erection beneath. This caused it to jerk, eliciting yet another groan from Rick as he dropped his head back on the chair.
“Lift,” I instructed.
He did as I’d asked and I dragged his jeans so they were at his thighs. I pulled in the scent of hot, aroused male and gazed at his thick cock tenting his navy boxers. There was a round drip of moisture near the waistband.
I curled my palm around his shaft, feeling him through the soft material. His body tensed and I snatched in a breath as my pussy trembled. He was so damn big.
Lifting back the waistband, I revealed his darkened head and wide slit, pulled the elastic lower and released the shaft. Corded with bulging veins, it bobbed toward me from his tangle of jet-black pubic hair.
Thrilled to be this up close and personal with such a fabulous cock, I dipped the tip of my finger into his slit, spreading the glistening drip of pre-cum over the head.
“Ah, baby,” he whispered. “The smallest touch from you makes me wanna come.”
Good.
I curled my hands around his shaft and slid to the base. Gripping as near to the root as possible, I squeezed, tight, until I could feel his powerful pulse against my palm.
“Ah, fuck.” He groaned and gripped my shoulders. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
I looked up at him. “Hands back on the chair,” I ordered.
A muscle flexed in his jaw. I didn’t think he was going to obey but after a moment he death-gripped the chair-arms once more. “Be really fucking careful,” he warned.
Careful, no, careful is for wimps.
I dropped my head and stuck out my tongue, swiped up a new drop of pre-cum balanced in his slit and pressed it to my palate. Finally, I fed my hunger for him. His flavor was divine, masculine and spicy. He was the most delicious man I’d ever tasted. There was sweetness to it, an honest sweetness that I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of.
Consumed with a sudden impatience, I opened my mouth around the chunky width of his glans and sucked him in. Then, sliding down fast, much faster than I knew he’d expect, I took him until his head hit my throat.
“Ah, Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, his hips jerking and his hands threading into my hair. “Ah, Dana, good God, what are you doing to me?”
His tortured pleasure shot sparks of lust to my clit, my breasts and everywhere in between. I allowed his hands to stay in my hair, wanting him touching me, wanting to feel his hands on me. Reaching down, I cupped his balls and rolled their roundness within the loose sac of soft skin they were encased in.
His legs tensed around me and a deeply expelled breath breezed over my naked back. I bobbed up, let him almost slip from my mouth while my other hand rubbed at his shaft, then I dipped back down, deeper this time, the corners of my mouth stretching almost painfully.
“Ah, ah,” he panted as I drew in air through my nose and curved my tongue around his shaft.
I set up a quick tempo of drawing him in then almost releasing him. I didn’t know who this was more of a treat for, him or me. I was having a great time. Delicious darts of pleasure were shooting to my clit, the beginning of my own climb to climax.
Pausing in my swift movements, I held the base of his cock, laved around his glans with the tip of my tongue, scooped into his slit then tickled his sensitive frenulum.
“Wild thing, you’re fucking torturing me,” he groaned, curling his hand around the nape of my neck.
I played for a few minutes more, holding the base of his cock firm and rolling and teasing my way around his head. Then as more pre-cum dribbled from him I opened up and took him right to the very back of my throat again.
“Ah, jeez,” he groaned.
I began to pump at the base in long, gliding movements, working him up to my mouth then pulling curled fingers down as I treated his head to licks with the flat of my tongue. I repeated this process over and over, absorbing the tiny trembles shivering through his body as I took him in deep then teased him shallow.
Suddenly the pressure on the back of my neck increased and his cock hardened to granite. “Be really fucking careful or you’re gonna get it,” he warned in a choked voice.
I wanted it, I wanted it all so I upped the pace, intensified the grip of my fingers and my mouth.
He jerked his hips upward and his cock rammed into the back of my throat and lodged there. He groaned loud and abandoned. I beat down my gag reflex, dragged in thin slivers of air through my nose and sucked…hard. Really hard.
He cried out a string of curses that ended in, “Holy shit.” The grip on my neck increased as his cock pulsed in my mouth and a shot of rich semen flooded my tongue. His legs tensed around me so tight I feared for my ribs. I was trapped, impaled upon him. I was loving every single one of his reactions to me.
“Oh my God,” he groaned as more salty liquid spilled from his convulsing shaft. He trembled around me and I swallowed fast, drank him up. Sucking mercilessly, I drained every last drop of pleasure from him. My pussy was contracting, throbbing around nothing. I could orgasm just from doing this to him, I was so near, I was so close.
Eventually he stilled and I let him slip from my mouth and glanced up. His head was tipped back, his mouth parted in a slack, sated way and his eyes were shut. Touching my lips to the coarse hair running to his navel, I began to slowly kiss my way up his bricked abs, shoving at his T-shirt as I went and delighting in the flavors and textures of his skin. When I reached his nipples his chest was still rising and falling rapidly. I swirled my tongue around the dark beads and they hardened and rolled.
“Lose this,” I said, my hands still in his T-shirt and my mouth now on his neck.
He opened his eyes and with one swift movement peeled it over his head and discarded it onto the floor.
Finally coming face level, I rested my body against his and smiled at his glazed expression. Wiry chest hair tickled my breasts and his softening cock lodged at my belly. I fed him a hot, open-mouthed kiss, exploring and delving deep into his mouth. He gave back as good as he got, his tongue eager, his rough-textured hands tracing the outlines of my body.
“It’s never, ever felt that intense,” he said, pulling back slightly. “That was awesome, Dana.”
I smiled and kissed his jawline right around to his ear. “Happy birthday,” I murmured.
He pushed slightly at my hips. “Get back up on the stage.”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised. I thought it would get carnal down here, on the chair.
“Stage,” he said again.
My legs were weak from being folded but I managed to stand and sashay back up the steps. When I reached the pole, I turned and leaned back against it.
He stood behind me, naked, fully aroused again and with such a look of primitive need on his face that a tremble went up my spine.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did as he asked, turned to face the pole, my heart thudding and my stomach clenching. He lodged in behind me, his body heat radiating onto my back and his lips resting at my temple. He pushed me forward and the cool steel touched my cheek, my sternum and my mound. I had no idea what he had in store for me. I didn’t think my imagination would stretch to what Rick “Ramrod” Lewis had in mind.
“Hands up,” he said as he cupped the backs of my arms, urging them above my head. “Hold on, wild thing, you’re going to need to.”
Chapter Seven
Rick slid his hands down my upstretched shoulders and his fingertips skimmed the outer curves of my breasts. I shivered at his light touch. I was desperat
e for more. My pussy dampening at every scent, sound and caress.
His lips touched between my shoulder blades, his small tuft of facial hair a delicious scratch. I arched as his hands dipped into the hollow of my back.
“Rick,” I murmured, impatient for more.
He cupped my butt cheeks and began deep, circular movements pushing and feeling all the flesh on my ass. When he moved them on the outer part of the circle the skin in my cleft stretched taut.
“You have a fabulous ass,” he murmured, stooping and kissing the small of my back. “It’s the perfect roundness and softness.” He curled his fingers into the lace at my hips and dragged my thong down my legs.
I lifted each heel in turn so he could remove it. My pussy was so wet I was surprised moisture wasn’t running down my leg.
His fingers ran down my cleft and over my tightly puckered hole. I jerked forward.
“Shh,” he soothed. “It’s all good, Dana.” He continued his exploration and found the entrance to my pussy. I widened my stance. Wanting him to touch me was more than a longing, it was an absolute necessity. I would die if he didn’t. I needed him in me…now.
I whimpered as he slipped through my damp folds but didn’t push in. “Rick, please.”
His lips were on the top of my thigh, licking and kissing the crease to my butt. He was teasing me, the way I had him. Not pushing his fingers in and not touching my clit either.
A long, low moan of frustration rumbled from my chest, but turned to a cry of joy when his thick finger suddenly entered me high. I clenched around him, squeezing and clamping, grabbing the wonderful filling sensation.
“Ah, fuck, you feel so good every time,” he murmured. “Lord, give me strength.”
I hooked my foot around the pole, spreading myself wider, and he treated me to another finger. Greedily I clasped around it, pulling it inside me as I shoved my mound forward, searching for a connection with my clit. I found it, cool metal shoved up against the sensitive bundle of nerves and I ground harder.
Suddenly a sharp sting bloomed across my left buttock and a slap pealed through the air, overriding the music and ringing around the room.
“Ow, what the...?” Startled, I started to turn.
I couldn’t.
His mouth was at my temple, his chest against my shoulder blades keeping me tight up against the pole. “Shh,” he soothed, palming the burn in my butt. “It’s okay, it’s going to be amazing, stick with it.”
His body heat left me and another heated slap, my right buttock this time, hit down. As it seared across my skin, he curled his fingers inside me and stroked over my G-spot.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I panted, the sting making a beeline for my pussy, heating it and increasing the want.
“Oh baby, it’s so pretty, you’re going pink already.”
“But, Rick, I…” I was writhing my hips, claiming the wonderful pressure he was applying to my sweetest point. Oh, I didn’t need much more, it was so fantastic, his fingers were so damn clever. And the pole, the cool pole was right against my clit.
“I want to make you red,” he breathed into my ear.
His words washed over me, a blur amongst the cacophony of other sensations.
“I want to make your ass all pretty and red and then fuck you from behind,” he murmured. “So I can watch your glowing skin tremble for me. Tremble while I fuck you. Fuck you real hard.”
I heard those words loud and clear and Oh. My. God. I should have guessed a guy that overdosed on testosterone would have his fair share of kinks.
“I won’t slap you again until you ask, Dana.”
I pushed into the pole, squeezed shut my eyes and dragged in a breath. The pain had dulled, merely a memory now. But as it faded I realized I wanted it back. I wanted it back desperately. The sting was like a direct current of stimulation to my pussy. Another erotic stimulus that I had to have.
“Dana,” he breathed onto my temple. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I panted, hardly believing what I was agreeing to. “Yes, again. More.”
He nipped my shoulder with his teeth then kissed the sore spot. The next thing I knew the pain was back on my butt, scorching me, burning through my skin to my pelvis. It had barely dulled when another slap hit the opposite cheek. I cried out in pleasure and pain, the border between the two so hazed it barely existed.
“Ah, sweet baby, your pussy loves it,” he said, thrusting higher inside me, fucking me with his fingers. “It’s fluttering around me and weeping into the cup of my palm.”
The noise of my sex filled the room, wet squelching that drifted over the music. Any other time I would have been embarrassed but now all I could think of was the next slap, the next jolt of sensual pain and the next thrust of his fingers.
I didn’t have to wait long. He hit down again, each buttock, fucking me harder with his hand as he did so, his knuckles bashing into my pussy lips and his fingers surging at my G-spot. I clung to the pole, my spine was boneless, the pain driving me up to an almighty orgasm.
“You’re nearly ready,” he whispered by my ear. “So very nearly.”
More blows rained down, swift and the exact force I needed. Each one a hot torment I greedily fed off.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers out. Stepping in tight, he reached up and unfurled my hands, lowered my arms. The next thing I knew I was on the floor, elbows and knees. Resting my forehead on my arms, I opened my eyes long enough to see a condom wrapper land to my left.
The wide head of his cock brushed my pussy. I bucked backward, trying to get him to fill me. “Rick,” I gasped when he made no move to enter me.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he said, curling his hands over my hips. “So damn beautiful with my mark on your ass.”
I was feverish, shaking with the need to come. I went in search of my clit, slotted my first two fingers on either side of it and began to milk it just the way I liked.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Dana,” he said in a low voice. “Hard. You reckon you can take it hard?”
“Yes, yes, oh God, please.”
Suddenly he forged in, ramming to the hilt. If he hadn’t had hold of me I would have hit the other side of the room. As it was I momentarily lost contact with my clit. I gave a quick thanks for the fact I was so wet, otherwise his impatient entry would have hurt in a bad way.
Scrabbling for my clit again, I braced for his next thrust. This time he went even deeper. And as if he wasn’t satisfied that he’d penetrated me to maximum depth, when his balls slapped against my pussy lips he shunted in some more, pushing at my cervix. Air was forced from my lungs, the way he was filling me was so profound that I barely knew where he ended and I began.
“Fucking has never felt so fucking good,” he groaned.
I couldn’t answer, all my brain power was used up on sensation. Just when I thought I was on overload, another stinging whack rained down on each buttock. An electric current to my pelvis, it zinged through every overwrought nerve I possessed.
“I’m coming,” I cried into the floor. “Oh Rick, oh, I’m coming.”
His cock barged against my G-spot and my fingers flickered and tormented my clit, yet another resounding slap, each cheek, at the perfect moment. Bliss washed over me, a hot, needy, wild, glorious bliss that had my nub hiding from my own stimulation and my pussy dragging Rick’s cock even higher.
“Ah, fuck, how the hell do you do that squeezing with your…ah fuck, yeah!” He stilled and his cock pulsed inside me. His pleasure-saturated shout of ecstasy echoed around the room, rang through my ears and settled in my soul.
He collapsed on top of me, barely taking his weight. I could hardly breathe but still my pussy kept clamping around him, delighting in his moment of climax combining with mine. I twisted my head to the side. His lips were on my cheek, groans and moans grunting up from his throat.
“Jesus, that’s incredible,” he gasped, thankfully shifting the majority of his weight up onto his elbows. “It’s alw
ays so intense with you, so fucking awesome.”
“Yes.” I sucked in air and willed my heart to steady. “Tell me about it.”
When our breathing had regained some semblance of normality, Rick carried me upstairs and ran a deep bath in the en-suite. He climbed in and held out his hand. “Come on, babe, it will feel nice, I promise.”
I looked warily at the steaming water, not convinced of how it would feel on my burning butt.
“Trust me,” he said.
Taking his hand, I stepped in. The water was not quite as hot as I’d thought it was going to be. Back facing him, I sank down between his legs. When the water hit my buttocks I winced.
“It will only hurt for a few seconds,” he said, circling his hands around my waist. His thumbs and fingers practically met at my belly and spine.
I lowered some more and the sting intensified. I gasped.
“Shh,” he said. “Count to ten, then it will be soothing, I promise.”
He continued to urge me downward until my tender butt settled on the smooth base of the bath.
“There you go,” he said into my ear as my head rested back into the curve between his shoulder and his neck. “Is it feeling better now?”
“A bit.” I placed my hands over his knees and concentrated on the feel of his chest against my shoulder blades rather than the white-cold heat of the pain.
“Was it worth it?” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
“Yes, it was…wild.”
He huffed and my body jostled against his. “Well, you are a wild thing.” He scooped up a handful of water and dribbled it across my collarbones.
I watched it trickle to my breasts resting just above the water line. “I hadn’t planned on doing that today, though,” he said quietly. “The spanking.”
“So why did you?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t enjoyed a little slapping fun before. But after what you said earlier, about it being a while since you’ve been with anyone, I’d told myself to take it easy, be gentle with you.” He tucked his thumb beneath my chin and twisted me to face him. “It didn’t hurt in the wrong way, did it?”