by Ava Moore
I can’t stay in here forever, so I decide to make the most of this washroom break. The alcohol tonight flies right through me and I always make sure to do a security wipe. You just never know what you might leave behind. Then, I do a quick inspection of my bits and pieces to make sure I don’t resemble a Charmin bear with some nasty TP remnants still down there.
What are you doing? You still aren’t sleeping with him, are you? Shut up, conscious. Go home.
I quickly wash my hands and debate splashing my face to see if I’d end up in my apartment and whether or not this is still a dream but I hear his voice call me from the distance. “Trish! Are you okay?”
“Be right out!” I dry my hands off on the Egyptian cotton hand towel and am out the door, slowly. I turn and see him standing in the kitchen near the island and he smiles at me. “Your soap smells really good.” What a dumb thing to say.
He chuckles while tending to a bottle of scotch. “Thanks?”
I feel like I’m taking the walk of shame back to him while he stands in the kitchen. “I thought we could enjoy a little scotch to cap the night off and from the beer and sake shooting, I thought scotch might be your thing.”
He is wrong. I hate scotch. I think it tastes like pure ethanol and after downing that sake, I can’t handle any more liquor. “I hope you don’t hate me, but I think I might pass. The sake was a little stronger than I had anticipated.”
He stops with the bottle still in his hands. “I don’t think I could ever hate you, but maybe you’re right. We have had a lot tonight.” He twists the cap back into the bottle and the highball glasses back in his liquor cabinet. “Dessert?”
I hold my stomach. The thought of eating anything more might send me over the edge. I don’t feel too full though. I actually feel just right. “I might have to pass too. I don’t want to risk it. I’m sorry.”
He nods in agreement. “Good plan.”
Now for the moment of truth; we are only separated by the kitchen island and stand across from each other while silence lingers. I have no idea what to say next, what to do next, so I await his next move. The sexual tension between us has been fervid all night and now, it is the moment of truth. Deep in my heart, I know I should just turn around and go home but he keeps drawing me in with those dynamite azure eyes. I don’t want to leave, fearing that I might miss the opportunity to kiss him and to even take it further, despite the fact that I know it is wrong. The inner conflict in my body forces me to shift my weight on the balls of my feet, signaling to Ashton that I’m getting impatient. I know he has to be feeling the same way and that it can’t just be me. Can it?
It feels like eternity passes while we exchange childish glances back and forth. I tap my tiptoes on the cool tile floor and he leans in closer to the island, relaxing his body on his forearms, preparing his voice to speak by clearing the phlegm with a closed mouthed cough. “So, shall I see you home?”
I know this is the best outcome, but is it the outcome I truly want? Hell no. I nod, reluctantly. “I think so. It’s getting late.”
“I’ll put a call through to Edwin and he can come grab us. I’d drive, but I’m a good boy and not after this much alcohol.”
“I think you have a bad side,” I pipe up. I say it involuntarily, as though my libido is taking over and I have no say in the matter anymore. I am tempted to take it back but I resist.
His demeanor changes and he sinks into his position even further, gazing at me with that all too familiar seductive head tilt. “What makes you think that?”
I swallow, hard. In this moment, I wish he were on the phone to Edwin/Jeeves so the focus wouldn’t be on me and my sad attempts at seduction, but I’m in it now and I cannot go back. It’s time to go for it or else I’m going to regret it. The sake gives me the fortitude I need and I know now I’m only firing on all cylinders because of the liquid courage. “I saw the way you looked at me last night when you were… well… when you were pretending to fuck that girl.”
“And how did that make you feel?” his fingertips dance on the stubble across his face and I can see his tongue lick his lips, moistening them. The sight is one of the sexiest things I’ve seen, next to that torso of his.
“It made me… wet.” Fuck! What did I just do?
He smiles at me and blushes. I think I caught him off guard or I just royally took things way too far. All I can do is wait for his reply.
But it never comes.
Instead, he props himself up off of the kitchen island and strolls right over to me. With each step he takes, I can feel my body moisten even further until I literally feel like I have a puddle of cum forming beneath me. He stops, inches away from me. He is so tall, I literally have to tilt my head up to look at him in the eyes or I could focus on his rippling chest in front of me. Tough choice.
He takes his right hand and starts tracing it up the bottom of my dress, hiking it higher on my leg. The instant I feel his fingertips on my skin, my body erupts with goose bumps and it sends chills cascading through my body. I feel a gasp get caught in my throat and my breath starts to increase in my chest again. He says nothing, or everything, with the way he touches me. I can’t tell quite yet. I am too taken.
He starts tracing higher and higher until he is at the spot where my thigh meets my groin. Usually, when any man would touch me there, I would start to laugh because it tickled, but not here, not with him. Instead, I take a quick breath in so hard, that my stomach becomes concave with his touch. “Can I feel how wet it made you?” he teases; the words literally feel as though they slither across the air towards me. With the sexual tension so heightened between us, it feels as though he could literally make me cum without even touching me and rely solely on his confidence and the anticipation. I can’t let this happen though, as tempting as it is. I wonder if it truly is possibly to make a woman reach climax without stimulation but I want to feel this touch. I want his fingers inside of me. I want all of him inside of me until he fills up every single inch.
He moves his index and middle finger closer to my clit, tracing them overtop of my sheer thong. I literally jump up and become weak in the knees all in the same fell swoop. I question if I might fall back onto my ass due to the shaking in my body, but he is there to save me. Instead, he turns my body to face him and props me up on the island, picking me up with ease. Never before has a man been able to manhandle me like this. He’s skilled at picking me up and throwing me around like I am some kind of toy. It is hot. Really hot.
He forces his body into mine so I am all of a sudden straddling his lower half as he presses into me on the island, his arms wrap around my back to prevent me from falling, but leaving me with some room to lie back into him if I need it. I like how he knows just how good he is, that I might need to rely on the support of his arm around me. This kind of cockiness drives me wild and only makes my body drip with more frequency.
His fingers remain on top of my sheer thong as his lips start diving in towards mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he allows his lips to hover over mine. I can feel his hot breath on my mouth and I know he can feel mine too. I wonder if my breath on his lips gets him as aroused as it does for me. I can only hope.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he whispers as he redirects his attention from my lips to my neck. He starts giving me small kisses with his saturated lips on my neck, leaving traces of lingering wet from where his lips touch my flesh. All I want is his for him to fuck the shit out of me and to take me. This anticipation is absolutely lethal and I feel like I’m aching on the inside, but he refrains and continues with his slow motions, savoring every single lick on my neck. As he does this, his fingers start becoming a bit more friendly, moving faster and harder. God, I just want his fingers on my pussy.
I wonder if he can read my mind, because moments later, my thong is shoved to the side and he is delicately fingering my clit and playing with it, all the while holding my underwear dangling above the action. How he is managing this with one hand, I have n
o idea. I don’t care though. It feels incredible. He knows exactly how hard, slow, fast and rough I like it, without me even having to say a word. His middle finger perfectly plays with my clit, better than I have ever been able to do. I can feel my body shaking in his arms and all I want to do is to bite something to prevent myself from screaming at the top of my lungs in delight. I can’t give him that much kudos right off the bat. I want him to work for it even though keeping it in is painful.
Before I know it, my thong is on the ground and I am spread wide open for him to have his way with me. The premise of having my legs spread makes me feel like some kind of a dirty slut which does turn me on, but it also makes me feel very vulnerable, so I usually keep them somewhat closed or at least have some lights off. But right now, he has me wide open for display on the kitchen island, a light fixture illuminating my lower half that dangles inches away from my head. This kind of vulnerability is arousing and so I allow it to happen. Besides, like I’m going to do or say anything right now to stop him. Please.
“What do you want?” he teases with his fingers on my clit, rubbing slowly, up and down and then catching me off guard more so and moving his middle fingertip delicately in circles.
“I want you to fuck me like you wanted to last night,” I pause and take a deep breath in, succumbing to the insane amount of pleasure just one of his fingers brings to me. Then, I bring my head forward and whisper to his lips, “And I want you to kiss me already.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I close my eyes, expecting to finally experience what those plump pink lips feel like, but it doesn’t come. I’m about to speak but then, I’m paralyzed with pleasure. He drops to his knees and starts kissing my pussy passionately. Holy freaking hell. This is all too much. I can feel his luscious lips massage my pussy lips and his tongue focuses directly on my clit. He brings all of me into his mouth, sucking me and pulling me in, like he can’t get close enough. I’ve never had a man eat me out like this. In fact, I don’t know if any man has ever actually eaten me out before. They always started off with fingering, maybe transitioning into oral but at the end of it, it was all about them getting some and using oral as a ploy to get me wet. This feels different. It feels like he is doing it for me and the fact that he is down there moaning in delight, signals that he is enjoying it too.
He starts toying with my clit more and more with his tongue. Each flick feels like pure ecstasy. I wonder if I am going to transform into Linda Blair in The Exorcist and my eyes are going to roll back into my head whilst my head starts spinning around clockwise on my neck. It is incredible. I don’t know how he knows what pace to do it at and how hard to use his tongue, but he is a master of my pleasure.
I can’t hold it in any longer and I start letting out moans all over the place. I want to add fuel to his fire and I want him to get hard while he is down there on his knees eating me out. I reach a hand down and tangle my fingers in his hair. “I think I’m in love with your tongue.”
I can hear him giggle between my legs and feel the pop of hot air on my clit. “And I think I’m in love with your pussy. You taste so sweet,” he laps his big tongue all the way from just above my anus to the top of my swollen clit.
I can’t stand it any longer. For me, I get to a point when I need penetration. I literally crave it. Clit play feels great but I want his rock hard cock inside of me, so I tell him, through breathy sighs, “I want you inside of me.”
“Not yet. I’m not done.”
I can’t argue with that. He picks me up by the legs and wraps them around him, pulling me off of the kitchen island. “Where are we going?”
He silences me with the finger he used on my clit. How he is holding me up with one arm and carrying me and sshh-ing me with the other is beyond me. Who is this guy?
Before I know it, I’m on my back on a plush king size bed and he turns on switch on the wall, dimly lighting the room. “I like to get a good view,” he pounces on me and while I think he is going to tear me apart like an animal, he doesn’t. He is so slow and methodical with his movements, but not in a dull and boring way; in a very savoring the moment kind of way. I remember it from the other night. I liked it the most about watching him across the bar. It’s such a turn on and it’s working on me right now.
He’s on top of me and I can feel the weight of his body on mine. He’s heavy, but I can handle it. That much muscle on my body, I am definitely okay with. With my legs spread and his body between mine, I get a taste of his monstrous cock hardening through his thin dress pants. Knowing that he is just as excited as I am is titillating. It feels as though all that’s separating us is the thin fabric, because that’s how close his body feels to mine. I think about how unzipping that one zipper would unleash his cock and how I can’t wait to get my hands on it. It’s agonizing being so close to having him inside of me yet him being so far away.
He starts unzipping my dress by wrapping his arm around my body and I can feel my body loosen as he does. He slowly slides the dress off of my body and I’m left lying there, with just my bra and makeup on. “Almost there,” he teases, biting on his bottom lip like he is trying to contain his excitement for seeing more of me naked, sprawled out before him for his disposal.
My bra is a front clasp, and he unhinges it with ease, something I’m sure he could have done blindfolded and with gloves on, sending my breasts bouncing to my sides. He tosses my bra across the room. “It’s cute, but I like this way better,” he whispers, lowering his mouth to my breasts, all the while locking eyes with me and having my body completely nude before him. I watch as his tongue exits his mouth like a snake and starts flicking my left nipple, slowly and then accelerating the speed and pressure. I’ve had this done to me numerous times but never like this before. I never knew my nipples were such an erogenous zone until he tended to them and stimulated them the way they have been craving to be touched for so long. He continues with this motion, all the while sliding both hands down the sides of my body. Then, he bites on my nipple, gently, with his teeth and tugs at it. “Do you like it rough?”
I’m speechless but I know he can tell that my body is begging for more. His hands spread my legs and his body is now readjusted so he’s down between my thighs again. I stare down at him and can see the outline of his mammoth cock down the side of his tight pant leg. The man has got to be pushing ten inches, I swear. He’s so swollen in his pants, they cling to his dick and they are so tight, I vouch that I can see the veins pulsing through his shaft. His balls are so engorged; I can even make them out too, so luscious and round. Then, the slightest drop forms on his pant leg, as his body twitches, right near the tip of his penis and I know its pre cum. What I would give to taste it and to have his monster cock in my mouth.
He flips up my legs and holds them up in the air with his forearm, fully exposing my body to him. He holds me like this, restraining me almost, keeping my legs together but my pussy fully exposed to him. The fact that I’m completely disclosed to him and that I know he is staring at me is so barbaric. Even though he is a cavalier for the most part, I know that he also has a naughty side and I know that this maneuver of his is only a taste of that dark side. After what feels like the longest wait of my entire life, he dives his two fingers deep inside of me with ease; I am dripping wet after all.
It only takes a few motions with his fingers inside of me, for my body to be completely arrested by his touch. His fingers are able to fuck me harder, fuck me better, fuck me deeper, than any man’s cock in my sexual past has ever been able to do. They fill up every inch of me and my body is literally convulsing in a way I have never experienced before. I want to buck. I want to shake, but he is at the helm of it all and he reigns me in. “Do you want more?” I can hear him hush the words as he is between my legs and I can sense his dick is throbbing with anticipation.
More? How is more even possible? Then it becomes clear; it is a rhetorical question. He drops my legs, which fall to my sides like jelly, spreads them as wide as they can go and uses
his other hand to apply pressure to my stomach. What is he doing?
Now, he starts finger fucking me harder, thumbing my clit and putting pressure on my stomach. My g-spot is so swollen, I am certain I am the size of a goddamn grapefruit. The pressure he puts on my stomach brings my g-spot closer to his fingers, help that he doesn’t need but holy hell, does it feel amazing. I don’t know what to do with my hands and subconsciously, I guess I have just been clenching the sheets below me with a mean death grip. My body is trembling harder than it ever has before and I’m certain I’m about to burst at any second. I feel like I’m riding this tidal wave of pleasure and before I know it, the moment comes to a head. “I want you to come all over me,” Ashton’s raspy voice commands of me, chock-full of seduction.
I feel the tingly sensation come over my body, and I know I am close. He knows I am close too, so he picks up the pace and starts moving his fingers in deep yet fast circles in my body. It is pure insanity. Pair that with the clit stimulation and I feel like my body is going to burst.
I throw my head back, scream a little and then, my entire body bucks everywhere. My legs are kicking so hard, I am sure he is dodging them. It feels so good that I push my orgasm along by tracing my hands up my sensitive skin, all the way to my breasts and I playfully tug on my them and my nipples. I always enjoy a good squeeze of my breasts, plus I know the visual is enough to send all men over the edge. I know Ashton will love it and maybe it will be enough for him to want to unzip his pants and force that juicy hard dick deep inside of me.
I can feel my body tighten in one moment and release in the very next. It is like a total body orgasm, full body euphoria. My mouth is drier than a damned desert and my entire body numb, yet so sensitive to touch. He starts kissing my legs, all the way from the ankles to my thighs. “You are so sexy when you cum.”
I can’t laugh. I can’t talk. I can barely breathe. All I can do there is lie in bliss, my entire body still having the odd aftershock from the effects of his power over me. I have never been fucked like this in my life, but I thought about it more, had I actually just been fucked? It sure feels like it, but I look down at him and sure enough, he is still completely clothed from head to toe, his cock still raging hard through the delicate fabric of his pants. I’m sure he’s about to involuntarily burst through at any moment, so I decide to try to taunt him and shake my lower half, as my dripping wet pussy is still inches away from him. I slide my right hand down the length of my body, over my breasts, down the length of my stomach, between my lips, where I soak my fingers in cum and reach wet fingers out to him. “That was fucking incredible but now, it is my turn.”