by Alex Grayson
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Now, Blue. I need you now,” she begs. The name she’s given me, and the sound of her pleas make my already hard cock swell even more.
She releases me after a few more strokes and sits on the bed with her legs wide, inviting me to take her. She scoots back and grabs the condom. Bringing it to her mouth, she bites down on a corner and rips it open, spitting the small portion from her mouth onto the bed beside her.
Fuck! I’ve never had a woman want it so bad before.
I crawl between her legs and reach for the condom, before she has a chance to put it on me herself.
“You just lay there, baby, and let me do this.”
I slip it on, gritting my teeth when my hand slides against the hard flesh. This woman has my ability to stay in control wearing thin. Once the condom is in place, I fall forward and brace my hands on either side of her head. Through the dark, her blazing green eyes stare up at me, begging me in their depths to sink inside her willing body. For some reason, I want to take my time with her, to cherish her body and take her slowly. By the way she’s arching up into me, trying to mold her body with mine, I don’t think she’ll allow that.
She sucks in a sharp breath when my dick makes contact with her soft, wet flesh. Her legs squeeze around my waist, trying to draw me down closer. I know what she wants.
“You want this dick inside you, baby?” I taunt, letting the tip slide against her clit.
Her nails dig into my back, almost painfully. “Yes,” she hisses, rocking her hips up, trying to pull me in deeper. “Stop screwing around and fuck me.”
“Say please.” I know I shouldn’t push her. It’s mean, and downright dirty, but I like seeing the desperation in her eyes.
I grunt when her nails rake down my back to my ass. She doesn’t answer. Instead, she digs her heels in my upper thighs and grips my ass cheeks with her claws, at the same time she angles her hips just right and lifts herself up. She only manages to slip an inch of me inside her. I grin and take pity on her. Still bracing my arms beside her head, I slam my hips forward. She cries out at the unexpected intrusion into her body. I see black spots behind my closed eyelids. Never in my fucking life have I felt a pussy as tight, or as good as hers.
“Holy fucking hell,” she breathes out below me.
I slowly drag my hips back and drive forward. I do this over and over again. My eyes can’t decide if they want to stay pinned on her bouncing tits or her rapture-filled face. My body is strung tight, every muscle tense with pleasure. I grunt and groan and fuck my cock into her willing cunt.
She lifts her legs higher up my waist. I throw them over my arms and lean back down, nearly folding her in half. I obviously hit her sweet spot with the new position, because she starts thrashing her head from side to side, crying out her pleasure. Her tightness damn near strangles my dick. It’s a good kind of pain that I want more of.
“Oh my God, harder. Fuck me harder,” she moans.
Fucking hell! This woman can take a lot. If I fuck her much harder, there won’t be anything left of either of us.
Still, I give her what she wants.
“You want more?” She nods. “Hold on tight, baby,” I warn, before slipping my arms beneath her back and grabbing her shoulders. Keeping my eyes glued to her delirious ones, and using a strength I normally wouldn’t use while fucking a woman, I slam my hips forward, at the same time I pull her down by her shoulders. The force is so strong, it’s nearly painful when my pubic bone crashes against the underside of her thighs. She seems to think it’s the best fucking feeling in the world, though. She screams as her walls clamp down on me. Her nails dig holes into my ass, and her legs grip me like she never plans to let go.
Her release triggers my own. Every single molecule of my body has tiny sparks running through it. My muscles spasm as intense pleasure rushes through my limbs. My cock throbs and my teeth grind together as I pump my seed into the condom covering my cock, suddenly and irrationally wishing I was bare, and her pussy was filling with my cum.
I release her legs and they drop down beside my hips, and my forehead lands on her shoulder. Our chests heave against the others with our harsh breathing, and our hearts pound rapidly in an unsteady rhythm. I lay a kiss against her neck, roll to my side, and dispose of the condom by tying the end and dropping it to the floor beside the bed. It takes me several moments before I can catch my breath. When I look over at her, her eyes are content, and she looks sated as fuck, leaving me feeling more satisfied than I’ve ever felt after being with a woman.
I’m not sure what it is about her, but I know she’s different. I know deep down in my gut she’s going to wreck me in ways that could completely destroy me. I may have just met her tonight, but I have no doubt in my mind she’ll play a big role in my future.
Chapter Three
Abby
I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t turn to look. Truth be told, I’m scared of what I might see. Of all the guys I’ve slept with, and believe me, there have been way more than I could ever count, I’ve never had one give me as much pleasure so fast as the guy beside me. I call him Blue because I don’t want to use his real name. It makes it too personal. Just like with kissing. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I felt a connection, even through the hatred he showed. It was an intense connection I’ve never felt before. I didn’t like it. When I ran into him tonight, I wanted to ignore it, ignore him, but my treacherous body wouldn’t allow it. The cramps were getting unbearable, and I had just started my search for my guy for the night.
The first thing I noticed was the tight, muscled chest. Unconsciously, my nails dug their way into the hardness. Next was his heady scent; woodsy, soap, and all male, a smell that had my body vibrating. Luckily, I was still coherent enough to hold back from leaning forward and sniffing him. His dark brown hair was thick, and just long enough to touch his ears. His face was covered with a light dusting of stubble, just like the first night, and just the way I like my men. He’s tall, well built, and very masculine. When I looked up into his eyes, I was struck dumb. They were the most amazing eyes I had ever seen. They were a gorgeous blue, that reminded me of the Caribbean. It would be so easy to get lost in them. The only thing that pulled me out was the knowledge that he was the guy from a couple nights ago, that practically slapped me in the face with his sneering look. Even still, it didn’t take me long to be captured once again by his eyes, and his hands that were creeping toward my ass. My body responded with a “hell yes!” before I could stop it. He’s the perfect package.
What surprised me the most was when I almost let him kiss me in the parking lot. I wanted his lips on mine. I never want a man’s lip on me, ever. I was curious about his taste, something else that’s never happened before. I had to force the thoughts away before I did something I knew I would regret later.
The bed shifts beside me, and a second later, his hard cock is laying against my hip as he rolls to face me. His hand lands just below my tits. I look down at his dick, then up at him. He’s leaning up with his elbow on the mattress, his head in his hand. I raise a brow, slightly amused that his body still seems unsatisfied, when I know damn good and well he just had one of the best sexual experiences of his life. That’s not me being conceited, that’s me knowing by the way he took me, and his reaction when he had his orgasm.
His eyes twinkle when he looks down at where my eyes just were. “Sorry, not sorry. I can’t help if he wants more.”
“You didn’t get enough the first time?” I ask, but I’m silently glad he still wants more. Normally, I’m satisfied with having a man once a night, but tonight, my body is demanding more too.
“Oh, I got enough. I just want more.”
He leans down and trails his tongue between my breasts, sending a shiver straight down to my clit. It pulses and throbs, begging to be stimulated.
“Normal guys need recovery time.” I moan and arch my back, hoping he’ll take the hint and pull a nipple into his mouth.
He does
n’t, but does do something I like more. His fingers lightly slide down my stomach and head toward my needy clit. He stops just before he makes contact. “You’ll find that I’m not like most guys,” he says, then uses his wicked fingers to flick my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I bite my lip and grab my breast, tweaking the tip. His eyes follow my hand, and after several seconds of watching me, he finally takes it into his mouth. I close my eyes and breathe out a pleasure-filled sigh. He’s an expert on making a woman’s body sing.
He scissors his fingers on either side of my slit, my juices making them slide easily. It feels so good, but I want them inside me. Reaching down, I put my hand on top of his and guide it to where I really want him.
“Put your fingers inside me.”
“Show me,” he says, his tone husky with arousal.
I’ve never been shy about my body. I’ve played with myself before while guys watched. It’s a big fucking turn on for me.
I bend my knees to give him better access. Using two of his larger fingers and two of my smaller ones, I push them inside. I’m so slick that our fingers slip and slide together. My hand is still on top of his, so when we both pull out, I push all four fingers back in. It’s erotic as hell, having both our fingers inside me. My hips lift off the bed, and I push our fingers in, up to the last knuckle.
“Damn…” he breathes. “It’s hot as fuck watching you use both our fingers to fuck yourself.”
“Mmm… Condom,” I pant.
He reaches over me with his free hand and grabs the condom from the nightstand. His rock hard chest is right in my face, his nipple centimeters away from my mouth. I flick my tongue out, before taking the little bud between my teeth. He hisses and flexes his pec.
When he pulls back, his nostrils flare, and his eyes radiate intense desire.
“Watch it, honey. You may bite off more than you can chew,” he warns.
“I doubt that, Blue. You have no clue what I can take.”
I remove both of our fingers and bring his two to my lips, sucking both digits into my mouth, while bringing my fingers to his lips. His eyes carry so much heat, I swear I feel the burn from them. He swirls his tongue between them.
After he pulls his fingers from my mouth, he rips the condom open and slides the rubber down his shaft. I wait with anticipation as he settles his back against the headboard. I’m already swinging my legs over his hips when he reaches for me. Wasting no time, I line him up with my dripping center and slide my slickness down his cock. Even though we just had sex not even ten minutes ago, he still fills me like I haven’t had sex in days. The cramps I felt earlier have settled into the background, my body already knowing it’s about to be pleasured.
I only get an inch down before he grabs my hips and thrusts deep. The sudden fullness has me crying out. My hands grip his shoulders as I grind down on him. He’s hitting something inside that’s sending shock waves through me, lighting me up like the fourth of July. The intense pleasure of my clit hitting his pubic bone, and him tapping my special spot has me already on the edge.
“Let me kiss you,” he demands with a growl. I look down at him, wanting to give in so much, but I can’t. This man is going to be my undoing. I don’t know the first thing about him, except for his name, and that he can give me pleasure like no one has before, but I can’t give in to him. I can’t allow that boundary to be breached. It’s a rule I’ve had for years, and I refuse to break it now.
Frustration washes over his face with my slight head shake. He grips my hips punishingly and with a growl, he lifts me and slams me back down, hard. His jaw goes tight and air whooshes out between his tightly clenched teeth. I watch his face with fascination as he takes my body forcefully. Each time he slams me back down, he hits that spot and I cry out. Not because it hurts, but because it feels so damn good. Painfully good.
My tits bounce up and down, right in front of his face. He takes a nipple and clamps his teeth around it, biting down almost to the point of pain. When he releases it, he flicks it with his tongue, soothing the sting, before moving to the other one.
Sweat drips down the side of his face and it only heightens my desire. I’ve always thought it was hot as fuck when a man works a woman so much that he sweats. I feel my own sweat glide down my back and bead on my forehead. My hair sticks to my face, and I push the strands back.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, when he forces me down and rocks my hips back and forth, crushing my sensitive clit against him. I feel him jerk inside me and know that he’s close. We both are. It’s only a matter of seconds before we both plunge over the abyss of rapture.
The tingles start in my toes, and make their way through my limbs before settling in my lower belly. My stomach tightens, and I can’t hold back the scream that forces its way past my lips. I throw my head back, overwhelmed with the force of my orgasm. I hear his grunt below me and I look down to see his neck muscles straining as he empties himself inside me.
I settle my hips in his lap. He lifts his knees to help support my sagging body.
“Holy fuck, that was intense,” he says through his heavy breathing.
I give him a half-smile and say, “Yeah, it was.”
We sit silently for several minutes, both trying to catch our breaths and settle our hearts. This is the point where I ask the guy to leave. I need to do the same with him, but I find that I don’t want to. I want him to stay. I want to feel his arms wrapped around me. I want to fall asleep snuggled up to his body, and wake up to see his sexy face.
This is dangerous territory. I have no idea why I have this want. What is it about him that draws me in? He’s just some random guy I picked up at Blackie’s, just like all the others. Rationally, I know this, but for some reason, there’s a part of me that doesn’t believe it. I’m not the type of girl that can have a relationship. There’s no way I can expect any man to put up with my kind of… fuckedupness.
I avert my eyes when I notice him watching me closely. I don’t know if the conflict I’m feeling is showing on my face, but just in case, I don’t want him to see it. I lift my hips and he slides out of me. We both groan at the sensitive contact.
I get up from the bed and reach down for my panties, suddenly feeling exposed in front of him.
What the hell? I’m never shy about my body in front of the guys I fuck. Regardless, I slide my panties up my thighs and cross my arms over my chest before turning to face him.
“I’m hitting the shower. Thank you for tonight,” I tell him, my voice coming out shaky.
He smirks, the look sexy as hell on his face. “Want some company?”
A shiver races down my spine with the blatant look of desire I see in his eyes. He’s still hard. How the hell can he still be hard? That’s not normal. As much as I want to take him up on the offer and ride his cock into next Friday, it’s not safe for me, or him for that matter.
Regretfully, I shake my head. “I can’t.” I try to come up with a lie. “I have to meet my friends tomorrow morning. You remember where the door is, right?”
God, I am such a bitch! I know this because both his jaw and eyes turn hard.
Why do I care? I silently ask myself. I’ve never cared about kicking guys out before. Why is this one different? He’s a nobody. Just because he fucks like a god, doesn’t make him better than the others. Well, it makes him better in bed, but that’s it.
“So, that’s it? Wham, bam, thank you, sir?” he asks, his tone harsh. He doesn’t give me time to answer before he jackknifes off the bed and searches for his clothes. He yanks the condom off and stalks to the bathroom to dispose of it. Back in the bedroom, he slips his briefs and pants up his legs, leaving the button undone, before heading out of the room.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, following him into the living room where our discarded shirts are. I stop a couple feet away.
He turns once he picks his shirt up off the floor. The look he shoots at me has guilt eating away at my insides.
“No need to apologize, baby. We b
oth got what we wanted.” He slips his shirt over his head. “A free fuck for a free fuck, right? Maybe next time, instead of offering your services for free, you may want to think about upping your game. Your pussy’s worth anything you might charge.”
I suck in a sharp breath, hurt piercing my chest at his cruel words. Tears threaten to leak from my eyes, but I force them back. Guilt takes over the hard edges of his face. The asshole regrets his words, but it’s too late now. They’ve already been spoken.
My hand snakes out before I realize what I’m doing and lands a loud smack across his face.
“Get out!” I say loudly, my voice betraying me by cracking. My hand stings like a bitch, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. His head barely moves from my forceful slap, which pisses me off even more.
He takes a step toward me, but I move back two.
“Abby, I’m so—”
“Fuck you!” I snarl. “You don’t know me. You have no right to judge me. Now get the hell out!”
I thought he was different. I thought I felt something between us, but I should have known better. I should have gone with my first gut instinct from the other night. He’s just another asshole. He’s no different than any other judgmental bastard out there. If he ever knew the truth about me, he’d look at me with disgust and think me a whore, just like so many others. Hell, he’s already called me a whore once tonight.
He tries one more time to come to me, but I ward him off with a raised hand.
“Get the hell out of my apartment! Now!”
One hand reaches back for the handle and opens the door as he keeps his eyes on me. The impression of my fingers are starting to appear on his face. Oddly, it doesn’t give me comfort. I hold his stare, even though inside, I feel like I’m falling apart. Never has anyone’s words hurt me so much.
After watching me for several more seconds, he turns and walks through the door. Right before I stalk over and slam it in his sorry face, he says quietly, “I’m sorry.”