“It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart,” I tell her, grinning.
“Yes,” she says finally, and that’s all I need to hear.
Chaoter
I kiss her one more time for good measure and then ease her off my lap. She stands there, looking confused, but then I undo the button and zipper on my jeans and her eyes go dark.
“Oh,” she whispers, and before I can even pull my cock out, she’s dropping down to her knees on the floor.
My eyes open wide because I wasn’t expecting this. I was thinking I’d have to coax her into it, but she’s already ready, hands reaching for my pants.
As soon as the warmth of her hand touches my bare cock, I feel a jolt of pleasure. Her palm is soft and her fingers are firm as she wraps her hand around my length and pulls it free from my boxers.
It’s half hard already, on its way to being full erect, and she licks her lips again, looking down at it and then back up at me.
I make myself comfortable on her couch and arch an eyebrow, waiting to see what she’s going to do.
Maybe it’s the challenge that does it for her. Maybe it’s just her own need. But she steels herself, determination flaring in those blue, blue eyes, and she lowers her head and licks me from base to tip.
Her tongue is warm, wet, and perfect, and I know her mouth will be the same.
People like to say there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob, but that’s not always true. Enthusiasm and skill go a long way, and Libby applies herself to my cock with both. She opens her mouth and slides it over the head of me, sucking lightly on the way down.
She stops about halfway and then sucks her way back up, and pleasure ripples through me in waves. It feels so damn good, and there’s something hot about the way she tucks her hair behind her ear and gets to work, head bobbing as she sucks me.
I can tell when she’s really getting into it, because she moans around her mouthful and then goes down lower and then lower still, working her lips and throat until she’s all the way down, my dick buried in her throat.
It’s almost enough to make me come right then and there, but I grit my teeth and breathe through it. “Fuck, Libby,” I groan, hips bucking up just a bit, burying my cock even deeper. “Fuck, you’re so good.”
She preens at the praise, humming with pleasure around me. It’s so much, so good, and I bury one hand in her hair just to have something to hold onto while she makes her way back up and then pulls off, a string of saliva and precum connecting her mouth to my cock.
Her lips are even redder now, and I’m half tempted to haul her back up for another kiss, even if she has just had my dick in her mouth.
When she goes to take it back in, I stop her, reluctantly.
“Wait. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Her eyes dart up to mine, and before that anxiety can creep back in, I grin at her. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
She smiles, and it’s slightly shy and so tempting.
I stand up, holding out a hand to help her up from her knees, and she comes willingly. I pull her in, kiss her soft and chaste and then smirk.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
She leads me to her room, and it’s pretty much exactly what I would have expected. Neat, tidy, organized. Much like her. Her bed is made, and there’s a stuffed elephant leaning up against the pillows that makes me smile.
Libby grabs it and puts it on top of her dresser before I can comment. I pull her closer once more, hands roaming.
“You’re so fucking tempting,” I tell her, grinning when she blushes darkly. “Are you going to be good and let me see all of you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. I consider it a win.
I take a step back and raise an eyebrow again. “Show me.”
There’s no elaborate strip tease, but it’s sexy as hell all the same when she lifts her shirt over her head, pulling it off to reveal she isn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts are about average size, perky and tipped in dusky pink nipples that are already hard.
Her freckles trail down a bit, dusting over the soft mounds of her breasts, and I want to count them with my mouth.
Her hands keep moving, sliding down to her leggings. They’re thin enough that it’s simple to remove them, leaving her in her panties.
Before she can take those off, I step in, hands going to her hips. Her skin is warm and soft, and I run my hands up her sides and around to her front, cupping her breasts in my palms.
Her breath speeds up and she arches her chest a bit, pressing her nipples into my palms.
I kiss her neck while I play with her tits, lips working at the skin there while my fingers rub and tease at her nipples.
She shivers against me, exhaling hard, and I push one leg forward, still clad in my jeans, for her to rub against.
I half expect her to be shy about it, but she goes for it, adjusting her stance so my leg is between hers, and grinding down with a low whimper.
“Good girl,” I praise her, grinning against her neck. “There you go. I bet you’re wet for me, aren’t you? Such a needy thing, sweetheart.”
She moans louder, my name coming out on the end of it. “Please,” she manages. “God, please.”
“No, my name is Ian,” I tell her with a smirk, and she doesn’t even scold me for the bad joke, so lost in the sensations while she grinds on my thigh.
I can feel how hot and wet she is, and my cock is rock hard and desperate to be buried in her sweet body.
There’s no more time for teasing, and I back her up until we’re right at the edge of the bed. It’s easy to push her back so she goes down with me on top of her.
We work our way up the bed, kissing heatedly as we go, and when I get her where I want her, I drag her panties down with one hand and throw them over my shoulder.
I’m met with the musky scent of her arousal, and her thighs are wet with how needy she is for it. For me.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Please,” she moans again, arching up against me like she’s desperate for more. “Please, Ian.”
I don’t make her wait. I’m not that cruel, and I don’t want to deny myself, either.
She’s like a buffet laid out before me, and I don’t know where to start first. My cock is hard and desperate to sink inside that tempting heat, but I know that she has to taste amazing, too, and I’m half tempted to kiss my way down her chest to her stomach and then lower.
But maybe there will be time for that. Maybe this won’t be a one time thing, and I can have my fill of her before this is all over.
My cock throbs with need, so I decide to sate it.
Libby arches beautifully, and when I finally sink into her, she cries out, shuddering hard.
“Okay?” I ask her, pulling back to look her in the eye.
She nods, lips parted, eyes dark. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s good. It’s so good.”
That goes right to my head, of course, because she’s just been sleeping with a French guy and apparently they’re great in bed. But I’ve got her gripping my shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric and biting into the skin underneath, and I haven’t even really gotten started yet.
I’ve never had any complaints about my technique in bed. Usually it’s all praise and ‘more more more,’ and I want to show Libby a good time.
I want to chase that sadness away from her and make sure she leaves here satisfied.
What can I say? I’m a giver.
I pull out until just the tip of my cock is inside of her and then thrust in hard, our hips rocking together with the force of it. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, and her whole body seems to tremble with pleasure, so I do it again for good measure, trying to figure out the spots inside her that will make her shake and come apart for me.
Honestly, that’s one of my favorite things about sleeping with someone new. It’s so exploratory those first few times. Yeah, there can be some slip ups, where you do something she’s not into or cross a line unintentionally, but when you get that rhyth
m and it’s perfect and so good, it’s like a triumph every time.
I want that with Libby. I want to make her scream my name and be able to list off each spot that gets her hot so I can exploit them in the best way.
I want to know if she likes it hard and rough or soft and deep. I want to know if she likes pain with her pleasure or if she likes to be coddled through it.
I’m almost willing to lay money on the former, and so I decide to experiment, setting a hard, punishing pace to begin with. I lean down and sink my teeth into her shoulder, biting down hard enough that there will definitely be a mark there in the morning.
And she responds beautifully. Her moan is half a sob, and she arches hard, fingers biting down into my skin even more. Her legs come up to wrap around my waist, and I drive into her deeper, making sure she feels every single inch of my cock inside her.
“Ian,” she gasps, shaking and pawing at me. “Oh my god. Oh, fuck.”
“You like that?” I ask her, hips snapping in again and again. “You like how I make you feel?”
She nods, biting her lip and staring up at me.
I can’t help it. I have to kiss her. Her mouth is too tempting, and her lips are still full and flushed from having my cock between them. I kiss her hard to match the pace I’m setting, thrusting my tongue into her mouth while my dick pistons into her.
I’m in pretty good shape, so it’s not hard to keep it up, but we’re both breathing hard, sweat and heat and friction building between us.
I can feel how wet she is, hear the sound of it as I slam into her repeatedly.
And she’s not holding anything back, letting me hear how much she loves this, how she wants more.
“Please,” she gasps out. “Oh my god, I’m so close.”
It’s like a nice little stroke to my pride to hear that, and I bite down on her lower lip, sucking it into my mouth for a second before releasing it with a wet pop. “Come on then, gorgeous,” I coax her, grinning and panting. “Come for me. I want to see you fall apart.”
She whimpers my name, and I can feel her sex getting tighter, like it’s trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from me that it can.
When she comes, it’s with a loud cry and a sharp snap upwards, and she holds onto me for dear life while she loses control, trembling and writhing under me.
It’s almost enough to make me follow her over the edge, but I’m not ready to end this just yet. I’m still hungry for more of her, so I draw it out, pulling out of her once she’s finished coming and giving her a minute to calm down and breathe through it.
Her eyes are wide when she opens them to look at me, and I can see the satisfaction on her face. She’d probably be fine with ending it there, but I’m not done with her.
Libby reaches for me, and I go to her, letting her kiss me deeply for a good long moment.
Then I pounce again, rolling her over onto her stomach and grabbing her hips to raise them up off the bed. When I have her where I want her, she’s on her elbows and knees, ass up in the air and on display for me.
It’s a deliciously tempting sight. For someone so slender, she has a great ass, and I bite it lightly, just to see what she’ll do.
She yelps softly and turns her head to try and glare at me.
I just grin back and spread her ass cheeks so I can see both of her beautiful holes.
I know she’s blushing. I don’t even have to see her face to know that. She’s not used to this, and I take it slowly, just in case she decides she doesn’t like it and wants me to stop.
But she doesn’t say anything, and when I run my fingers through the wetness between her legs, she gasps and moans, pushing back for more.
“So needy,” I tease her. “Didn’t you just come, and you’re already wanting more?”
She whines softly, but doesn’t stop pushing back on my fingers.
“Tell me what you want,” I say. “Tell me.”
“Ian, please.”
“That’s not good enough,” I tease her. “I want to hear what you want me to do to you, or I’ll stop.”
That’s an empty threat, of course. My cock is still throbbing, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold out for long without pushing right back into her tempting hole and sating myself.
But she doesn’t need to know that. Already she’s worked up again, even though she just came a little bit ago.
I love a woman who can go more than one round and stays up for it the whole time. It pushes me to up my game and makes everything so much more satisfying.
So I’m willing to wait a while for Libby to do what I say.
Finally, after debating with herself, she speaks again. “I want … I want you to fuck me,” she gets out. “Please, Ian. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“I can do that,” I promise her. I line up with her hole once more and sink right back into her with a groan.
She’s so wet and warm and welcoming, sucking my dick right back into her sex.
I hold still for a second, letting us both adjust to the new angle. She’s a tight fit like this, and I know it’s not going to be long before I’m coming, but I plan to make it good for her before then.
She starts working her hips in little backwards thrusts, and I take that as my cue to give her what she wants.
I grab her hips and start fucking her in earnest, slamming deep into her so the bed rocks under us.
She doesn’t make any attempt to keep quiet, and it’s a good thing she’s alone up here on the top floor of the building. I spare a second to wonder if anyone in the shop below can hear us getting it on up here, but then quickly decide I don’t care.
Maybe when I go to leave, they’ll know I’m good at what I do.
We move together, her hips and ass meeting me halfway in thrusts that quickly become short and frantic as we both climb toward our climaxes.
I can feel my balls drawing up, reading to empty themselves, and her hole goes tight like a vise, and we end up coming one right after the other, both lost in the sensations of it all.
We lay there for a while, sweat cooling on our skin while we catch our breath. I keep my eyes on the ceiling so I’m not tempted to grab her and take her again. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting her to be so good. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it as much as I did. I don’t know why, but I’m surprised. Maybe I didn’t think we’d be so compatible. Maybe I was just trying to convince myself it couldn’t work.
“It started like this with him,” Libby says all of a sudden, and I look over to see that she’s staring up at the ceiling, too. Her hands folded on her stomach, sadness on her face. “Just sex and teasing and jokes, you know. I thought he was amazing. He was so handsome and so funny. He could have anyone he wanted and somehow he wanted me. I felt so lucky.”
I reach over and take one of her hands, twining our fingers together. It’s more touchy than I usually am after sex, but she seems like she could use the comfort.
“It was like a fairy tale at first,” she continues. “We saw each other every day. Went to parties and dinner. He took me dancing. He opened me up to so many things I never would have tried because he liked them and wanted me to do them with him.”
I’m willing to bet a large amount of money that he didn’t do the same thing for her, but I keep my mouth shut, letting her talk. I can tell it’s hard for her.
“His grandparents and mine have been friends for years. They travel in the same rich people circles, so of course he’s going to be at the party. Of course his grandparents own the hotel the party’s being held in and they’re letting my grandparents use it for free as a gift. It’s like … He has such a hold on everything now. I thought it was going to be perfect, you know? Our families already liked each other. It would be so easy to come together and make it work. And then he cheated on me.”
I wince, and she laughs. “Actually, then I found out he was cheating on me. I’m pretty sure he was doing it from the beginning. He wanted me to live with him, but he was never too broken up when I had to work lat
e during busy season or anything. It was always ‘you do what you need to do, and I’ll entertain myself.’ And I thought wow, I have such a considerate boyfriend. He’s really the one.”
“How did you find out?” I ask, finally speaking.
“I came home early,” she says. “I’d told him it was going to be a late night, and he asked me if I was sure. I said yes because the client needed to issue the next day, so we were all in crunch mode, getting everything done. But by some miracle, we finished before seven that night. We were all so happy because this client was a pain in the ass, you know? Everything was twice as hard as it needed to be, so finishing early was like unheard of. I wanted to surprise him, so I didn’t text him to tell him I was coming home early. I stopped at the Japanese place he liked and got some take out and sake, figuring we’d have a nice dinner, maybe get a little tipsy and see where the night took us. And then I came home, and he was naked with some redhead on the couch, his dick balls deep in her ass while he spanked her.”
“Eesh,” I say. “That’s classy.”
“It’s something I’ll never forget,” she replies, laughing softly. There’s no humor in it, though. “They were so into it. They didn’t even notice me standing there until she came. She called his name like she was used to it, and then finally he looked up and saw me. And he didn’t stop.”
“Wow. What an asshole.”
“Yeah. And me, being an idiot, I just walked into the kitchen with the food and waited for them to be done. She left right after and wouldn’t look at me, but she didn’t seem too upset about it. So probably she knew about me. Chris just came in the kitchen and said we needed to talk.”
It’s so much worse than I was expecting, and I really want to find this Chris asshole and punch him right in his fucking face for hurting Libby. Whatever else we might be doing, she’s a friend, and she deserved so much better than to be treated like that.
I might have a reputation for going through women, but I’ve never done anything like that. I couldn’t even imagine it.
“You know what the worst part is?” she asks.
“It gets worse?”
“The whole time he’s standing there telling me this isn’t going to work, we need to break up, I need to move out, I’m just standing there wondering what I did wrong. Maybe I worked too much. Maybe I wasn’t as good in bed as he wanted me to be. Maybe I could have complained less about him leaving his towel on the bathroom floor. Maybe there was something I did to make him turn to another woman. Isn’t that pathetic?”
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