Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  “Did you win?” she said, sitting on the bed.

  “Yes, 2-1,” he said, with a grin. Stacie smiled. At least he would be happy now. Graham used to grump and stomp about for hours whenever his team lost. “So…” Dan said, drawing out the word, “when would you like to begin the next lesson?”

  Now! she wanted to scream but managed to paste a nonchalant look on her face. “Whenever.”

  “How about now?” Dan’s eyes were dark and intense. Oh boy!

  “Okay,” Stacie managed. Her body started to quiver in automatic response.

  “Are you sure? If you feel I’m going too fast—”

  “No! No, I mean, it’s fine…it’s been quite a while since…”

  “I don’t want you to feel pressured. I know it’s hard for you, and just being here is a big thing for you.” Dan lay back on the bed, crossing his ankles and pillowing his hands behind his head. “If you would rather wait, I understand.”

  “No, let’s do it. I want to,” she said, her gaze dropping involuntarily to the bulge in his jeans.

  “If you change your mind at any time—”

  “Understood.”

  “In this lesson I will be teaching you how to a pleasure a man, both orally and by sexual touching.” The words were clinical, but coming from his mouth they sent shivers down Stacie’s spine directly to her pussy. There was just one thing she had to make clear.

  “Can I just say at this point, I’d really rather you didn’t, you know, come in my mouth.”

  “No problem,” he replied easily. He knelt up on the bed and moved closer to her. She closed the gap between them. They came face-to-face, and he smiled tenderly. Stacie closed her eyes and awaited his touch. Soft lips touched hers and a hand went round her back pulling her closer. Their torsos pressed together and she could feel his warmth even through the thick robe.

  Stacie kissed him back hungrily, opening for his tongue when she felt it touch her lips. He was a nice kisser, gentle and respectful, not plunging his tongue down her throat.

  Stacie placed her hands on his back grasping his T-shirt with both hands. Dan pulled her even closer. She could feel his heartbeat bounding. Dan pulled her robe apart, exposing her breasts. She pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and slid her hand inside, finally feeling his naked flesh. She ran her hands up the complete length of his back. His skin was soft and warm. Stacie grasped the bottom of his T-shirt, releasing his mouth as briefly as possible, just long enough to lift his shirt up and over quickly, before rushing back to his lips. She could feel his naked chest pressing against her nude breasts. Her robe hung open all the way down—she knew she was on show to him completely.

  Dan kissed her with more urgency than he had before. His hands slid beneath her robe, hot on her back, pulling her to him. Stacie wished for a second she was allowed to do more than just accept his advances, then she remembered that she could. He had given her permission to touch him sexually. Stacie pulled away from his lips to move to his perfect cheek bones, nibbling and kissing, tasting the saltiness of his skin. She kissed her way toward his ear, nibbling slightly at his soft ear lobe. She heard his faltering exhale, almost a moan. There wasn’t an inch of his body Stacie wanted to miss.

  She kissed and licked around his ear, then slowly made her way down the sensitive tendons of his neck, her hands caressing the wide flat muscles of his back. His hands were not touching her, which pleased her. She wanted to totally concentrate on him, to make sure she was giving him pleasure, not be distracted by her own.

  Stacie nibbled along his clavicle, dropping a kiss in the hollow between his collarbones. His pulse beat strongly beneath her lips. She reared back to look at his chest before going any further. A sprinkling of dark hair lay in the valley between his pecs. He wasn’t overly muscular; he was lean, but well-defined. He was beautiful. Tracing his pecs with her fingertips, she leaned in and kissed around his flat brown nipples which rose obediently. She ran her flat hands down his flanks, allowing her thumbs to trace the subtle bumps of his abs. Her fingertips arrived at his belt, resting there gently while she pressed her lips gently on his naked chest, inhaling his scent.

  She sat back on her heels and regarded him. His eyes were slitted, watching her. Her gaze dropped to his jeans and, greatly daring, she brushed a hand across the front. There was a definite bulge there, so much so, her mouth went dry at the thought of what lay beneath. She traced his outline with her fingernails, glancing up as she did so. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back. He drew in a shuddering breath and she detected a definite pushing of his crotch into her hand, as if in invitation. Slowly, keeping the anticipation going, she unfastened the belt. She knelt up, kissing and nibbling his delectable lips as she undid his button and unzipped his fly.

  Resisting the temptation to dig right in and pop that cock out, Stacie instead reached around to cup his rear. She felt him tense to her touch and dug her fingers into his firm cheeks, pulling him to her. Through his jeans she could feel his hard cock against her pussy as he ground himself into her, the denim delightfully rough against her skin. His hands went under her robe again, grabbing her bottom in return, pulling her close. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, crotch to crotch, she could have pulled his cock out and jumped right on. But this one wasn't about her.

  Stacie slid her fingers between his jeans and his trunks, sliding the jeans down to his knees oh so slowly. His trunks seemed moulded to his flesh, his bottom rounded and firm. She trailed her hands around to the front, and sat back on her heels once more, leaning forward to kiss his chest and stomach, deliberately ignoring the rampant bulge that reared up for her attention.

  She could smell him, the scent of sex hung heavy in the air. It filled her nostrils and befuddled her mind. She let her gaze rest on the thick shaft clearly outlined behind the thin material. She put two fingers on the end and slowly grazed her nails down the length of him. His breathing was ragged. She allowed the fingers to continue, making a delicate pass of the soft sac beneath the shaft, before heading back up again. She stretched out the waistband of his trunks, allowing his cock to spring up from its nest. It was long and thick, extending past the waistband once released. She reached in with her other hand and wrapped her fingers firmly around the thick shaft, rubbing her thumb over the end. She looked up at him for confirmation she was doing okay. His eyes were closed and his face wore a look of beatific rapture. His penis pulsed in her hand and she moved her hand up and down a couple of times.

  Dan abruptly pulled away but before Stacie could question it, he slipped off his jeans and trunks and dropped them on the floor. He lay on the bed, his cock rigid against his abdomen. Stacie shucked her robe and made her way across the bed on her hands and knees, smiling to herself to see Dan’s gaze drop to her breasts, which swayed as she moved.

  She straddled him, looking down at his cock, mere inches from her pussy. Stacie took hold of it, finally able to run her hand up and down his length. Her pussy ached with longing. She could just kneel up and slide it on in, but he hadn’t allowed that yet. She took a shuddering breath and forced herself to move down his body. She wriggled down the bed until her face was level with his cock.

  “Have you ever sucked a cock before, Stacie,” she heard Dan ask.

  “Once, but I wasn't very good,” Stacie confessed. And I didn’t like it much. She’d wanted to oblige her first boyfriend, but he’d held her by her hair and thrust into her mouth without finesse, finishing by coming down her throat without warning. She’d thrown up in the sink and refused to do it since.

  “Well, I want you to pretend it’s your favourite lollipop,” he said, a smile in his voice.

  Favourite lollipop? Okay. She gave a mental shrug. She took a deep breath, poked out her tongue and licked the full length of his manhood all the way down to his balls. He tasted clean, and smelled of soap. She licked back up again and ran her tongue around the ridge at the base of his head. He let out a tiny noise and took in a shaky breath.

  “Good, Stacie. Now, pu
t your mouth around the head and suck gently.” Stacie obeyed, wrapping her lips around the bulbous head. She was a little taken aback to taste the saltiness of the fluid leaking from the small hole, but she gamely licked it off, rewarded by a shudder and a moan.

  “The balls. Play with the balls,” she heard coming from above as she sucked diligently on his rounded head. She cupped her hand around his sac, gently squeezing and stroking. She felt him thrust further into her mouth, and she responded by sliding her lips down further, then back up and down again.

  “Christ, Stacie,” she heard him exclaim.

  She popped her mouth off the end in alarm. “What? Is it not good?”

  “Not good? Stacie, you’re doing fantastic. Carry on.”

  Happy, Stacie lowered her face down to his cock again, sucking more firmly on the end. She felt his hands in her hair, but gently, not forcing her to stay in place, just caressing her head. She flicked her tongue over the end of his cock and smiled to herself to hear the groan that accompanied it.

  She slid her lips down the shaft, wondering just how much of him she could take. She felt his cockhead rub against her soft palate and his deep moan as he thrust further into her mouth. She lifted her head up, bringing her lips to almost off the end, and dove back down onto him again, feeling his body judder in response. She glanced up at him as she held his dick in her mouth, to see him watching her, his eyes on his cock where it slid in and out from between her lips. She felt herself start to dribble and popped her lips off the end with a slurping sound, continuing to masturbate him as she wiped her mouth.

  “Do you like to watch?” she asked.

  “God yeah. Nothing sexier than a sexy woman sucking your cock.”

  She looked again at his cock, admiring it, long and stiff, rubbing itself eagerly between her hands.

  Dan moaned. She bent down again and sucked the tip of his dick followed by licking down the length, using her mouth and hand simultaneously up and down his shaft. She felt his hands on her head again, moving her hair out of the way where it obscured his view.

  “Suck my balls,” he instructed her breathily. Stacie raised her eyebrows. This one was new, but he was the teacher. She took her body slightly down the bed, kneeling between his legs. She trailed her fingernails up his thighs until she arrived at his balls. She took hold of them, massaging them lightly then bent forward and licked gently. They felt different on her tongue, not as smooth as his cock, but not unpleasant. Stacie eased her lips around one of his balls and took it into her mouth, hearing him cry out. She sucked carefully, aware that this part of a man’s body was the most delicate. She ran her tongue over the skin, feeling the smoothness of the pebbles within. She wondered if she could get both of them in and spread her lips wider gently easing the other in.

  It went in, but there wasn't much room for manipulation, so she simply added a little careful suction before releasing him.

  “Good?”

  “So good!”

  She gave his balls a final tender lick, and then moved back to the full length of his penis, licking all the way to the tip then filling her mouth with his cock as far as she could, covering his dick in her saliva.

  “I need to come,” he gasped out. Stacie pulled her mouth off his cock and he rolled her over in a slick movement, then straddled her, pushing her breasts together and sliding his cock between them. He pumped repeatedly, the tip of his cock coming close to her mouth each time. She licked the leaking end with every thrust, then clamped her lips shut at Dan’s gasped warning. He grabbed hold of the headboard and his body jerked as he covered her breasts in his cum. She heard a faint, “Aaaah,” then he rolled off her and collapsed on the bed.

  She looked at his diminishing penis, then up at his face. His eyes were closed. Stacie stared down to her chest, seeing her breasts covered in his cum. She climbed off the bed trying her hardest not to get any mess over anything and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

  Dan was getting dressed as Stacie returned to the bedroom. She caught a glimpse of his bare bottom as he pulled up his trunks.

  “Was that okay?” she said, picking the discarded robe up off the floor and slipping it on.

  He turned around to look at her. She walked toward him, feeling her face splitting in a smile. “Not bad,” he replied as he pulled up his jeans. “How was it for you?”

  Only “not bad”? Stacie felt as if he’d slapped her across the face. She swallowed before speaking. Well, she could do nonchalance as well. “All right, I suppose.”

  “You’re doing well,” he told her as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.

  Stacie sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him, wondering what she’d done wrong. She’d done everything he asked, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Heck, he’d come hadn’t he?

  “Are you ready for some food yet?” he said.

  She’d been hungry, but her appetite suddenly seemed to have disappeared. “I guess.”

  Stacie glanced at him as he came round the end of the bed. Could she have done better? Stacie honestly thought she had done amazing considering the last and only time she had a man’s dick in her mouth was years ago. Stacie went over all his instructions in her head. He’d seemed to enjoy himself. Maybe it was because she’d needed to be guided rather than knowing what to do for herself. But wasn’t that what he was meant to do, to teach her?

  “Are you all right?” he said, coming to sit next to her on the bed. She didn’t look at him.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Is something the matter, Stacie?”

  “No,” she replied, standing up and picking up her clothes from the floor where she tossed them before.

  “Yes there is. What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing.” She didn’t bother moderating the sharpness in her voice.

  Dan moved over to her. She started snatching clothes up off the floor, anything to avoid looking at him. She couldn’t let him see how upset she was.

  “Stacie, what’s the matter?” he said again.

  She threw the bundle of clothes onto the bed and wrapped her arms around herself.

  “I just…I just thought I had done better than not bad,” she told the floor.

  She heard a long exhale behind her and felt his hands patting her shoulders. “Stacie, can you turn around please, and allow me to explain,” he said, trying to turn her to face him. She resisted, not wanting to look at him and endure yet another lecture. “At least come and sit on the bed.”

  Reluctantly, she moved over to the bed and sat next to him, staring at her hands twisting together in her lap.

  “Look, Stacie, you did fantastic. You really did. I’m sorry I didn’t give you the answer you wanted. It’s my fault. I didn’t realise just how inexperienced you were, and how much I’d need to direct you. You did great for a beginner, and you will improve so much as we work on your technique. I’m sorry I upset you. Forgive me?”

  Stacie looked up at him, somewhat mollified. So, she hadn’t done great, but she’d done okay for a novice. Maybe cock-sucking was like any other skill. Maybe she just needed a little practice.

  And maybe, once she got better at cock-sucking, she would finally feel his cock in her pussy, where she longed to have it.

  Chapter Four

  Dan rang the kitchen to confirm they were ready for their food.

  “It’ll be about twenty minutes,” he said when he put the receiver down. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

  Stacie got dressed while Dan showered, then she poured herself the last dribbles of wine from the bottle and daydreamed about Dan naked and washing his body. In her mind, she imagined herself going in to help him, lathering him up, getting in with him, hearing him say, “Stacie, I want you.”

  She jumped with a guilty thrill when the bathroom door opened and then had to stop herself from staring as he came out wearing just a towel around his waist. Water dripped down his lean torso, and glistened on his arms. His hair was damp and tousled and he rubbed it with a second towel, obl
ivious to her longing. Then, with a naughty waggle of his eyebrows at her, he whipped the towel away, draping it over the dresser stool. She stood, open-mouthed, virtually drooling. He was magnificent, like a Grecian statue come to life. His body was perfectly sculpted and each muscle begged to be licked and nuzzled and tasted. Stacie had to turn away, flicking on the television and pretending to be interested in some mindless show.

  She heard rustling behind her and, when she turned to peek at him, he had pulled on his trunks and jeans and was just picking up his T-shirt. Down, girl! she told herself firmly. You’ll get your chance. But she couldn’t help staring as he pulled the T-shirt over his still-damp hair and settled it. He was such an enigma. She wished she was able to get a little more information out of him about his personal life.

  Dan cleared the table of their lunch detritus, putting it by the door, and got a candle from the bathroom, which he placed on a small candle plate he got from one of the dresser drawers.

  A knock at the door announced the arrival of their meal. One of the female staff entered, rapidly setting the table with cutlery, napkins, and glasses. She placed the cloche-covered plates on the wicker mats, and an ice bucket containing another bottle of wine on the floor, before piling their lunch dishes on the trolley and leaving.

  “More wine?” Stacie queried.

  “You don’t have to drink it.”

  “No, it’s okay – the food will soak it up anyway.” Stacie was already feeling happily merry. Maybe she could get Dan squiffy enough that she could persuade him to advance the sessions.

  They sat down and Dan removed the covers from their plates. The smell was divine and Stacie set about her duck with gusto.

  “How’s your food?” Dan said, spearing a mussel.

  “Delicious. Yours?”

  “Good. I’ve had this before, it’s one of the chef’s specialties. Have you ever tried calamari?”

  “Squid?” Stacie shook her head, screwing up her mouth in disgust.