by Carmen Faye
Matt wanted to tell her that he was sorry for scaring her, but then she started cleaning up the coffee that he didn’t even realize spilled on him. He got her attention, but just as he did she wrapped her hand around his almost fully hard cock and started stroking him softly. He looked into her eyes and didn’t think she was even aware of what she was doing.
The fact she had a list of the things she wanted to do during her trip was cute, but the first item on the list made him hot and harder than he was before. He was a stranger, and if she just wanted to experience a one-night stand, he could do that. She was a forever kind of girl, but maybe she was just trying out her wings. When he finger banged her in the restaurant, he could tell she wasn’t a virgin, but she wasn’t overly experienced. Her deep brown hair had a reddish cast and her eyes seemed to match, but it was her full lips and wet mouth that he was most excited to experience.
When she came on his fingers, pumping hard and breathing deep, he was turned on more than he had been in a good long while. He was rougher than he was before his tours of duty and had second-guessed himself about taking this sweet peach home and tasting her for hours. He got a whiff of her scent on the fingers he’d fucked her with, and her pussy smelled so good he had to taste her. Sucking his fingers into his mouth, he looked at her to complete the circle for himself. The expression on her face made him want to lean her back on seat, spread her legs, and taste her sweet nectar from the source. He called for the check so that he wouldn’t spread a harsh light for the Navy, as public displays of affection weren’t something you were supposed to let happen, and so far he’d been very lucky on that score.
They sat in a cab, and Matt wondered what was going through her mind. He’d not said much since they left the little restaurant in the airport, and he wasn’t good at small talk when his cock was hard enough to pound nails, but she was looking everywhere but at him. That either meant a change of heart or guilt. He hoped that this woman wasn’t taken, and he fought down the anger that came with that thought. Here he was, trying to make himself believe that she wouldn’t get all hung up on him after one night and he was acting like a possessive fool.
“Any reason you came to this beautiful place all by yourself?” His voice was gruffer than it had a right to be, but just the smell of her light fragrance was making him want to rub his cock against something… like her wet pussy or her soft mouth.
“Just getting out in the world and seeing what I can see,” she answered and looked at him briefly. However, she was saved from any other conversation because they had reached their destination.
He helped her out of the cab, paid the tab, and followed her into the hotel. Their rooms were on the same floor but not right next to each other, and they separated when she got to her room. He walked a few doors down on the other side of the hall and opened his room with the plastic card key.
It was better like this. She could just go into her room and have her fun, and he would do the same. He looked down and saw that she’d not even tried to open her door.
“Are you going to go in?”
She looked at the door and then back at him. “I was hoping you’d come in for a drink. I could… ummm… repay you for the drink you bought me at the airport.”
Matt threw his bags on the bed and came back out into the hall. He’d tried to do the right thing and let this go—even though his cock felt like it was going to blow in record time from his own hand. However, she needed to know a few things before they got started.
He walked toward her and put his hand out for her card. When she placed the cool plastic in his hand, he opened her door and waited for her to enter. She had barely put her bags down before he came at her from behind and turned her around.
Emmy’s eyes were wide with excitement, and he didn’t know why that made him so angry.
“Do you think it’s safe for you to let just anyone into your room? Although we’ve had a drink, it’s not safe for a woman to be with a man that she doesn’t know and have no one else know she’s with them.” He watched the arousal turn to fear and thought that he may have been a tad harsh, but she was going to be out here on her own. She needed to think about this.
“I know your name and rank, and I’ve texted it to my best friend with a picture of your face and your ass. Sorry. The last picture probably wasn’t necessary, but I had to share.” She looked so smug, and he had to admit that she deserved to have that look on her face.
The grin that split his face was almost ridiculous. His girl had smarts, and that counted for something. “Now there is one more thing that I want to talk to you about.” The smile left his face because this was the kicker, and he liked for all parties to know what they were getting into before they started. It wasn’t like they couldn’t bow out if and when it got too rough, but he wanted them to know how he was up front. Some women saw his uniform and expected a gentleman, and although he was a gentlemen when it was expected of him, he liked his sex a bit wild.
“What?” she asked, staring into his eyes. He felt like she needed a bit of a demonstration to go along with what he was going to say, so he backed her up against the wall and pinned her hands above her head with one of his. It was killing him to look at her all stretched out with her breasts jutting out, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
“You are one beautiful woman… soft, pliant, and you look like you’d enjoy sweet kisses and love pats on your ass, but I’m not built that way. I like to fuck—sometimes hard, fast, and deep, and sometimes slow, hard, and deep. Either way it’s a rough, hard ride, and I like to be clear on that up front. I’d want to suck on these hard nipples that have been taunting me since I first laid eyes on you, and I want to devour your pussy before my hard cock fucks it.”
Emmy was breathing so hard he thought she may hyperventilate. He was not really sure which way this was going, but he thought he’d let her know what this was about. He ran the hand that wasn’t holding hers down her body. Starting with her cheek and working his way down to her breasts. He pinched each one between his fingers and enjoyed her shivering response to his touch.
“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. I wanted to give you an out, and maybe that is why I was so quiet all the way here, but you’ve invited the big bad wolf into your room. As much as I’d love to eat your goodies and huff and puff all over your sexy body, I want to give you the chance to change your mind.” He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her nipple, hoping with half of his heart that she’d say never mind while the other half wanted her to love the way he was talking to her and want more.
She wasn’t saying anything, and his cock felt like it was going to rip through his pants and make the decision for everyone involved.
“No answer is answer enough for me. I’m going to step away from you and leave, Emmy.” He gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and let her arms go, so he wasn’t prepared when she lurched at him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Wait,” she said, as she looked up at him. “Sometimes it takes me a while to get my words together, and that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard that wasn’t in a movie.”
He didn’t say anything because she didn’t really answer the question, and that verbal consent was very important to him. She looked like she was stuck, and he wanted to help her, but he’d said enough.
“I… I’m… I don’t want to change my mind. I want all that you said and more. You don’t scare me. Give me whatcha got. I can take it.” She looked like she believed her bravado. Good for her. To him, she looked like a delicious morsel that was exactly what he wanted—even though he hadn’t ordered it.
“Alright then.” He walked back and drop down on her bed. “Strip.”
“What? I’m not prepared. I got the Brazilian wax, but I wanted to be ready.”
“You think the bra and panty set you wanted to decorate yourself with will be missed? I can smell the scent of your hot pussy on my fingers, and it’s killing me not to tear each and every piece of clot
h off of your body. I’ve been hard since my fingers entered your body and you made that sweet, sexy noise. I just want you unwrapped, and I’m hoping that in the time it takes for you to take off your clothes, I’ll calm myself to feeling a bit less savage.”
She took off the soft, cotton V-neck t-shirt and the long, flowing skirt; that left her in her bra and panties. They were both white, simple cotton and shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. She reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and let her tits—that had to be a full C or small D cup—fall out.
“Stop!” he said, in a voice louder than he had intended. She stripped without much finesse, but his body was responding like she had her own stripper pole and was pumping the floor doing tricks.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, with a voice so small he wanted to kick his own ass for shaking her confidence.
“Nothing, you just look so good I wanted to help unwrap you.” He got up and walked over to her, noting that she was more than what she looked like. This woman wasn’t one to turn away from a challenge, and he was so glad to be the stranger she was going to have a one-night stand with. He hoped she was ready because his sexual appetite hadn’t been fed in a few months—and he was hungry as hell. Her big brown eyes got bigger with every step he made towards her.
“Do I need a safe word?” She looked up at him, and he hoped he didn’t look as terrifying as he felt.
“If it makes you feel better to have one. It’s fine with me, but a simple stop or no would work, too.”
“I want my word to be ‘orange soda.’”
“That’s an odd safe word. Any reason why?”
“I don’t like orange soda.”
“Alright. That’s fine by me.” He led her to the large mirror next to the television and stood behind her. Moving his hands up her body, he cupped the full, juicy tits that had been giving him fits since he saw her. He squeezed them in his hands, like he was checking for ripeness of a piece of fruit and enjoyed the quick intake of her breath. “You’ve got great tits, Emmy. Has anyone ever told you that?”
She nodded and then shook her head.
“Which one is it?” He took her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled them out so her breasts were stretched out before her. The look on her face made his cock jump in his pants. She was probably ready and able to take what he could dish out.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, and he recognized the sound. She didn’t want to talk about anything other than what was going on now. That was fine with him, but he wasn’t done with her bags of fun.
Spinning her around, he bent a bit to suck one of her nipples into his mouth and bit it lightly with his teeth while he pinched the other nipple. She grabbed his head and held him in place, and he sucked harder on the nipple he was already tasting. If she wanted him to be right where she put him, he was going to make the most out of it. He pulled off, and the soft pop that came out of his mouth as he let his treasure go made him want more.
“I want you to suck my cock.” He placed his finger on her lips, and she sucked him into her mouth. “Yes. That’s what I want you to do.”
He grabbed her breasts again and rolled the nipples around between his fingers, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. He let go when he saw she was going to hurt herself, but he was excited she wanted to get down there as fast as she could. She looked up at him, like she didn’t know what to do next.
“Get my cock out of my pants.”
She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before reaching in to pull out his throbbing, aching cock. Emmy looked like a fish out of water, and he wanted to help her, but he also wanted her sucking on his cock. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he brought her forward to guide her.
She licked the underside of his cock lightly and tenderly. Emmy had to be aware that he didn’t do light and soft because she’d just agreed to the stipulations, but that’s what it looked and felt like she was doing.
He pushed her forehead back just a little so she’d lift her gaze to his face, but it also opened up her mouth a little bit more. Sliding into her mouth, he made sure she could handle all the cock he was feeding her, but he needed more than she was giving with her sweet licks and tastes.
“Ahh, baby… that’s it. Roll my balls in your hand.” He was glad that she followed directions well and seemed eager to please. She grew bolder in the strength of the pressure she was using on his cock. Pulling her up to her feet, he leaned over and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth while nipping her with his teeth every so often.
“Yes,” she whispered. When she slid her hand down to her pussy, Matt stopped her.
“Not yet,” he said to her and watched the arousal grow even more. Damn. She likes instruction, too? This was something he would put in the back of his mind. But for what? This is a one and done, right?
Matt liked the large mirror that went from the ceiling to the floor, giving them an up-close and personal view of what they were doing. He backed her up to the mirror and moved to place a chair in front of it. She stood there patiently waiting to see what would happen next, and he thanked whatever had brought her to him this day.
“Bend over and put your hands on the seat.” Looking at her round ass bend over made him happy that he was a SEAL in the United States Navy. He had control, but it was close to breaking. It couldn’t have been because of the length of time since he had an encounter like this because he’d gone for longer periods.
She did as directed, and he stood there while she watched the mirror, as if waiting for what came next. That was it—the open minded curiosity that floored him. She didn’t say much or do much more than pant and look at him beseechingly, but it worked more than if she were gyrating around the room in a dirty-mouthed tirade about how great his cock was.
“Is making me crazy with waiting a part of your plan?” Her breathing was labored, and if he’d had to guess, he would say that was from excitement, but he wanted to keep an eye on her because she definitely wasn’t thinking of her “orange soda” safe word right now.
“It’s not usually.”
“Then, what are you doing?” She looked confused, and he could see the self-doubt forming like clouds on her face.
“Spread your legs.” That husky voice filled the room, and he cleared his throat to bring some normalcy into his tone.
He got to his knees and dove between her legs from the back. Lapping at the lips of her pussy and moving between her folds, he just couldn’t get enough. He turned so his head was against the seat of the chair, and he was facing her. Matt slid his hands up her smooth ass and pulled her closer to him. She squatted a little, so he could get his fill of her. His senses were filled with her smell, her taste, her noise—and he loved it all. Taking both of his hands off her ass and slapping both cheeks at the same time brought to him a fresh wave of her juices to drown in.
His cock throbbed and reminded him how much he needed to be taken care of, so he stopped the feast he was making of her pussy and stood up behind her. Matt was so thankful that she had listened to his spiel and was now at least partially ready for what she was about to get.
The ripping of the condom’s wrapper was even stimulating for him, and he donned it quickly. He positioned the head of his cock toward her opening and pushed in—balls deep.
“Fuck…” The word was torn from his soul, and he slammed into her wet pussy again and again. She was a tight fit but so wet it made the glide nice. She was beginning to get into it, and that was turning him on even more. Bringing her back up to his chest, he enjoyed the pink flush of her skin and her warm ass on his thighs. “Look at us in the mirror.”
She turned and watched what he was doing to her, and just like he’d hoped, it increased her breathing and he could feel the pounding of her heart.
“Put your leg up on the seat. Open up, so I can fuck you harder.”
She did as directed and that movement turned her to face the mirror. He moved one hand lower to diddle her clit, and the other he brou
ght up to her neck—all while he thrust balls deep into her wetness and enjoyed the slurping sound her body made as it accepted him.
“You are incredibly sexy… aren’t you?” he said into her ear.
She looked at herself—up and down in the mirror—but didn’t respond.
He took her hard clit between his thumb and finger and rolled it around with a firm grip. She couldn’t seem to help the pumping of her hips to get closer to the sensation, but he stopped almost as soon as he started.
“Your face is flushed such a pretty pink, your tits are bouncing, and your open pussy looks delicious. You are amazing… say it.”
He slowed his thrusts just a bit, and she continued to move like he hadn’t slowed down. Putting his hand on her mound, he slowed her down.
“Say it,” he repeated.