by Donya Lynne
Strange, I know, that it takes giving head to make me feel purely feminine, but we all have our fetish-like turn-ons, and this is mine.
“Fuck, fuck . . . oh, Jesus!” Greyson is nearly hyperventilating, and his hands form fists against the leather seat as every muscle in his body grows so tight he arches like a crossbow.
I look up at him through my lashes, and I can tell he’s forcing himself to exercise an enormous amount of self-control.
He’s staring wide-eyed at his dick disappearing inch-by-slow-inch into my mouth, and I have to admit, he’s almost too big for me to take. It’s hard to breathe, but I’ve almost swallowed all of him. I can do it. I know I can. I lower my head a little bit more, and I think he’s going to blow through his skin, his body is so taut. He’s not breathing. He’s barely moving. His face and neck are flushed deep crimson.
My mouth creeps lower, and then my lips meet the root, and he’s all the way inside my mouth.
I lift my eyes to his again, and he sucks in an abrupt breath, staring at me in awe. And there it is, the look that makes me feel more like a woman than any other. Like a naughty, sexy, queen of fellatio servicing her king.
I draw my mouth up his shaft then swallow his salty taste as I pop my mouth off the rounded hood and gulp in a deep breath.
He exhales harshly, and his body finally relaxes. He grips my face in both hands, his gaze blistering my mouth with enough heat to ignite coals. “Christ! I’ve never . . . no one’s . . . no woman has ever been able to swallow me like that.”
I glide up his body, feeling like a goddess. It’s as if I’m having an out-of-body experience or watching someone else, because surely the woman in the back of Greyson’s SUV isn’t me. It must be someone who only looks like me, because I’ve never been so reckless. So intensely starved for a man’s cock.
It’s like I’m back in college, when I first discovered the pleasures a man’s body could give me. What can I say? I was a late bloomer. But now I’m not only making up for the time I lost before college, but also the time I lost during the last six years.
I churn my more-than-ready, panty-clad pussy over his steely cock. “Do you have a condom?” I brush my lips seductively over his.
I’m ready to have this man inside me. I’m ready to be filled in a way I’ve never been filled, and I know Greyson has the package to get the job done.
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Greyson
Dread sinks into my gut. I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to bring condoms tonight. After the incident in New Zealand, I never replenished my wallet stash.
“Uuumm . . .”
She grins, grabs her pocketbook from beside us on the seat, and pulls a foil packet from inside. With a sexy laugh, she says, “Jess insisted I bring some. You know, just in case.”
“Are they extra-large?” I take the packet from her, eyeing it suspiciously. It looks a little on the small size for me.
“The box said they were large.”
Large isn’t going to cut it, but I tear the packet open with trembling fingers, anyway, hoping it will get the job done. After what she just did with her mouth, taking me to the base of my dick like that, I’m not sure I can get the condom on without coming, but I’m going to do my damnedest, because I want inside Katherine in a way I’ve never wanted inside any woman. Probably because, for the first time, I’ve found a woman who not only isn’t afraid of my big dick, but wants it badly enough to be slithering all over me for it like I can’t get it inside her fast enough.
Wait. This isn’t the first time.
I freeze. “Let me see your left hand.” I don’t want a repeat of what I went through with Rhian.
She laughs and looks at me like I’ve just asked her to run naked down the street. “What?”
I search her eyes apologetically. “Please. I need to know you’re not already married.”
Grinning like she’s happy I would be worried about something like that, she holds up her hand. There’s no ring. No thin band of pale skin where a ring usually sits. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I was married once, but not anymore,” she says. “Not for the last six years. Now, hurry and get that thing on.” She drops her gaze to the condom.
It does indeed look a little small, but I fit it over the head of my erection and begin rolling it down, praying it won’t break. It’s tight. Uncomfortably tight.
She shimmies out of her panties and tosses them on the seat beside me, waiting impatiently for me to wrap myself up.
“I’m not sure this is going to—” The latex splits, and I wince. “Fuck.”
She grabs another and rips open the packet as I roll the broken one off my dick.
“They’re too small,” I say, stopping her before she can try to roll the new one down my erection. It’s pointless. There are only a couple of brands of condoms that work for me, and it’s obvious she didn’t buy either of them. Then again, why would she? She probably hadn’t thought she’d meet Moby Dick tonight.
Agonizing despair overtakes her expression, and she appears to be in a frenzied tug of war between taking a chance on fucking me without protection or calling it a night and trying again some other time.
I refuse to have sex with her without a condom. I’m not that irresponsible, nor am I that lost to lust that I’m willing to jeopardize either one of us, even though I know I’m not carrying any STDs. I doubt she is, either, but I won’t take that risk. And I’m for damn sure not going to risk getting her pregnant.
“Is there a drug store around here?” she says, nibbling her thumbnail.
I think for a moment, orienting myself to where I am, then remember there’s a Walgreens up the street. Walgreens is one of the few places that carries the brand of condoms that fits me.
I begin pulling up my pants. “Yeah, come on.”
She shimmies out the door, straightening the layered skirt of her dress as I pull myself together and refasten my belt. My poor dick is throbbing like a motherfucker, straining against the fabric.
“Hop in on the other side.”
I unlock all the doors, get behind the wheel, and wait for her to buckle herself in.
“Where are we going?” she says as I start the engine and back out of the space.
“Walgreens.” I gun the gas, on a mission to stave off the worst set of blue balls I’ve ever had. If I don’t come soon, I’m not going to be able to, and the rest of the night is going to be nothing more than an excruciating ache focused on my scrotum.
She grabs hold of the bar above the door as I race down the levels of the parking garage then hit the gas at the exit, turning right.
The red Walgreens sign hangs vertically down the side of the building two blocks over.
I shoot into an empty space in front of the pharmacy.
Inside, we race down the aisles in search of the prophylactics. There’s only one other customer in the store, someone eyeing the candy aisle.
In the back, near the pharmacy, we strike gold.
“How about these?” She yanks a black and gold box of Magnum extra-large condoms off one of the hooks.
I shake my head and point to a clear round container with a black lid and the word “One” on top. On the front of the small plastic canister is the word “Legend.”
“These,” I say.
I snatch them off the shelf then hurry to the pharmacy checkout behind us.
“Will this be all?” the clerk asks, keeping his gaze down as he rings me up.
“That’s it.” I tap my fingers impatiently on the counter.
Katherine’s arm winds around my forearm as I zip my credit card through the scanner to make payment. She taps my shoulder with her other hand.
I glance at her, and her gaze flicks to the side as if she wants me to follow it. I do and find a bathroom tucked in the back corner. I look back at her, and she grins suggestively then bites her bottom lip as her face flushes.
Does she want me to take her in the bathroom?
I meet her gaze again, a
nd she raises her eyebrows as if to ask if I’m game.
“Here you go, sir.” The pharmacist hands me a small plastic bag holding my purchase.
I take the bag from him. “Thanks.”
The pharmacist hurries away and disappears behind a partition as if he knows what we’re thinking and doesn’t want any part of it.
I glance from Katherine to the bathroom and back to her. I’m about to bust out of my slacks. I’m physically to my breaking point. The situation is critical. Do I really want to take the time to drive us back to the parking garage and risk losing my erection or setting up my pending case of blue balls?
Then I remember Katherine’s panties are sitting on the back seat of my SUV, and my cock kicks. She’s totally bare under her dress. The thought alone almost makes me come.
Glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone’s watching, I shove her toward the bathroom. “Come on.”
She giggles quietly as I shove her inside then close and lock the door behind us.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispers as she takes the bag from my hand and fishes out the clear container.
“Neither have I.” I’m shaking so violently I can barely unfasten my belt.
The bathroom is all sparkling white tile and smells of disinfectant, so at least it’s clean.
She tears open the packet as my pants and briefs fall to the floor.
Once more, my erection springs out, pushing my shirttails away from my torso.
As I unbutton my shirt, she stares at my body. Not just my cock, but my body. Her gaze grows hungrier the more I reveal.
Under her stare, I’m suddenly grateful for all the hours I put in working out.
“Turn around,” I say, taking the condom from her. “Face the sink.” I would rather look into her face while I fuck her, but, considering where we are, it will be easier and more comfortable for her if I take her from behind.
She does as I say, and her eyes meet mine in the mirror. That’s not so bad. At least I can still see her face. Maybe I need to invest in a mirrored headboard if this works out between us. That way I can fuck her any way I like and always be able to see her face.
I roll the condom on. It fits. It’s snug, as it always is, but it fits.
“Bend over. Hold onto the sink.”
Her breath hitches as she bends at the waist and grips the sides of the sink.
I flip her skirt up to reveal her perfect, firm ass and pink, glistening pussy. This has got to be a dream. She’s so wet for me that her juices have escaped to slick the insides of her upper thighs.
“Fuck, Katherine.” If only I wasn’t about to explode. I’d love to slide my fingers inside her, kneel down and lick her nectar, play with her, taste her.
She moans as if she can sense my thoughts and seems to melt into the sink as she arches her back and opens her legs wider, inviting me in.
Not one to deny an invitation, I grip my cock and step up behind her.
Her legs tremble as I slowly swipe the head up and down her lips.
“Are you ready?” I say.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
She exhales shakily. “Y-yes.”
“I’m not going to be gentle, and I’m not going to last long.”
She shudders as I press the head in, and she moans. “I don’t want gentle.”
I almost explode at her words. I groan and grip the sides of her ass so hard I’m sure to leave fingerprints in her flesh.
Her knuckles turn white as she braces herself against the sink.
Biting back a curse and forcing down the orgasm already threatening to blow me apart, I plunge forward until my groin meets the back of her thighs.
Holy fuck! I’m all the way inside her.
She moans and writhes beneath me, whimpering.
“Are you okay?”
She nods urgently and pushes herself off the sink. “Fuck me. God, fuck me, Greyson.” She’s breathless, almost insane with lust.
That’s all my dick needs to hear, and I’m fucking her. Our bodies slap together with every thrust, and she cries out, pushing herself upright so she can meet my gaze in the mirror as she thrusts back against me.
“More . . . harder.” She slaps her palms against the wall on either side of the mirror, jutting out her ass. “Yes! Right there . . . right there . . . don’t stop.”
I’m not stopping. No way. Because I’m about to come. My balls are tingling, and the sensation is spreading all over my body, making my muscles twitch. So close. So fucking close.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I circle my other hand around the front of her throat. I’ve never choked a woman, and I have no intention to now, but I like how my large tan fingers look around her slender, pristine neck. Holding her this way gives me better leverage to fuck her that much harder, something my body naturally wants to do when I’ve never been able to before. But years of conditioning make me hold back from going full bulldozer. I’m still afraid I’ll hurt her, even though the way she’s crying out for more makes it clear I’m nowhere near causing her pain.
As her release crests and her body falls into violent shudders, my own climax blasts into me, and I shatter, grunting loudly as I pump hard into her, slamming my body against hers as I fill the condom.
This must be some kind of speed record. Neither of us took long to get there. The fucking was almost too fast. So fast it almost feels like it didn’t happen. But it did. My euphoric muscles and her quivering legs as she continues coming are proof it did. Next time, though—yes, next time, because I’m not going to let Katherine get away that easily—I want it to last longer.
This is a first, and I feel like a virgin all over again. I’ve had sex, but never like this. Never with someone who could take all of me and actually enjoy the experience.
I’m assuming Katherine isn’t in pain. She’s still coming, clenching my dick, gasping and groaning as waves continue to shiver up and down her body.
I continue to pump shallowly in and out of her as the sensations course through me, and for what feels like the first time in my life I breathe easily. It’s like a weight has been lifted off my soul.
I’ve found her. I’ve finally found the woman who was made to fit my body.
And I don’t even know her last name.
Chapter 7
Katherine
I sit in the passenger seat of Greyson’s SUV, biting my bottom lip as I try not to smile. We’re back in the parking garage across from Alesca, and we’ve been sitting side by side in awkward silence for the last five minutes. Well, it feels like five minutes, but it’s probably only been fifteen seconds.
I glance to the side, at the man who just rocked my world in a way it’s never been rocked.
I’ve never come so hard. I’ve never been filled so fully. And I never thought I’d do something like what I just did. I’m not that kind of woman. I’m not the whore Phil accused me of being, but something about Greyson turned me into a very whorelike, lust-drunk woman who would do anything to fuck him. A woman ruled by her hormones instead of her brain. I even considered allowing him to have sex with me without a condom. What was I thinking? That’s not me! I’m more responsible than that.
His gaze lifts to mine, and the moment our eyes meet, the tension of what we just did breaks, and we laugh. It’s a stiff, bewildered laugh that begs the question, “Did we really just do that?” His cheeks are so red. Mine probably are, too.
At least he’s as shocked by our tryst as I am, which is a good thing. It means he doesn’t normally have random sex with strange women. In Walgreens bathrooms or anywhere else.
“So . . .” he says, clearing his throat. Using his teeth, he draws his full bottom lip contemplatively into his mouth as his grey-blue eyes meet mine in a wry sidelong glance.
Grinning, I flush and run my palm over the side of my neck. My skin feels warm. “So . . .”
His teeth release his lip, and he nervously drums his fingers on the steering wheel. �
��Uh . . . I don’t normally do things like that.” He says it like he’s only just now realizing the enormity of our actions and is worried I’ll think he’s a player. As if that’s the only reason we could have had to fuck like rabbits in the bathroom of a Walgreens pharmacy at one in the morning.
But when the chemistry is that intense and demands you to fuck, there’s no use trying to fight it.
“I don’t do things like that, either,” I say.
“Do you regret it?”
“No. Do you?” God, I hope he doesn’t.
One side of his mouth quirks upward. “Not even a little.” He hooks his thumb in the direction of Walgreens. “That was the kind of sex you simply can’t regret even if you want to.”
I nod and lick my lips, remembering how he wrapped his large hand around my neck and how turned on that got me. “Yeah, it was.” My lady parts are still singing his praises.
He turns to the front and nods slowly, his mouth twisting into a thoughtful smirk, as if he’s still trying to process the evening’s events.
Several seconds pass, and I fidget my fingernails over the decorative pleating on the front of my satin handbag, waiting for him to say something.
Was this one-night-stand time? Was one hot rendezvous in a bathroom all he wanted from me? Were the next words out of his mouth going to be, “Well, this was fun, Katherine. Thanks for a good time. I’ll be seeing you.”?
I don’t want this to be a one-time shot. I like Greyson. No man—not even my ex—has ever made me feel the way Greyson just did. So wanton. So desirable. Like I was eighteen again and discovering sex for the first time. Only this had been really dirty, prurient, animalistic sex. The kind of sex porn stars wish they could have. Not only was the chemistry between us more explosive than TNT, but not since before Christian was born has a man touched the parts of me Greyson touched tonight. Maybe a pharmacy bathroom isn’t every girl’s dream of a great time, but he’d gotten me so hot and ready I would have fucked him anywhere.