by Ada Pierce
His hands fisted tighter in my hair and my bun was no longer intact. I made small throaty noises that spurred him on. He yanked my head forward and I nearly choked on him. I looked up once more and saw raw desire there, wanting this, needing this. I bobbed forward, not deterred by his coarseness as he thrust his penis deep in the recesses of my mouth.
I was so wet all over again. This was such a turn on. Giving a blow job had never felt like this before. I wanted to break him, taste his seed on my tongue, slipping down the back of my throat.
He was bobbing my head frantically and tears were forming from the sheer force of his insertions. Parker was close. His cock throbbed and swelled inside my mouth. I made small noises of pleasure as it stroked my vocal cords.
That was what sent him over the edge. He pushed himself in me as far as he could and I nearly gagged as he spilled down my throat, his balls pushed firmly against my chin. I swallowed it all. As he began to pull out, I sucked every last drop from him, milking his orgasm.
My knees were sore by the time I stood up. I wanted him inside me, now.
“Fuck me, please, Parker.”
Chapter 3
“My little Bree, I’m far from finished with you. Come, let’s move to the bedroom.”
I gasped. I wasn’t sure what I was in for, I just knew I wanted it. This experience was beyond anything I had ever done. My lust for Parker only magnified. He was drawing me in, like a spider in his web.
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand as I followed him down the hallway and into another room. When I did, I practically turned around. The room was some sort of sex chamber. A bed sat in the middle of it, normal looking enough. Then leather cuffs hung from the top and bottom posts.
A sex swing hung from the corner of the room and a massage table was set up with toys. I was very naive and had never come across a situation like this before. I wasn’t even sure what most of the items were for.
He was silent as he allowed me to take everything in. I suddenly wanted to run from here. I stopped myself though. If I chickened out, I would never know. So far, Parker had brought me nothing but pure, carnal pleasure. No, I had to stay and experience this for myself.
“It occurs to me that I’m probably not as experienced as you.”
“Good, I told you that I would ruin you for other men and I meant it. You are a unique one, Bree. Naivety will make this so much more pleasurable for both of us. This will be like your first time all over again only with an expert. I promise to make you beg me for more.”
Oh my God, where had this man come from? He was saying things that I’ve never heard before, and doing things to me that I only ever saw in porno. The worst part was that I wanted it so damn bad that I would beg for more. Parker was like a drug and I was already becoming an addict.
“First, I want to see you strip for me. I need you naked,” he said as he pulled off his shirt, leaving himself completely nude.
I slowly pulled the tank top off to display my bra, nipples painfully hard. Then I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. I took a step towards him. “More?”
“On second thought, I can take over from here,” he growls.
The space between us was gone and he began undoing my bra. My breasts bounced free and he palmed them before bringing his mouth down hard on my nipple. I cry out in pain as I arch into him, feeling desire stir from the shock.
He looked up with a satisfied smirk. Then he ran his hands over my bare ass and cupped my bottom, pulling me against his hardness. I let out a mewing sound as his head prodded at the thin fabric between us.
Ever so slowly, he pulled my G-string down and it was suddenly gone. I was standing in front of him, naked with only a small triangle of hair between my legs. All I had left on was my heels. I started to remove them, but he shook his head no. Oh, he liked me in nothing but heels. That was a turn on.
He grabbed my hand and brought me to the swing. Oh my, we were really going to use it. Anticipation welled up in me and I nodded. He pulled my legs through some straps, and I coiled my arms around the cords hanging from the ceiling. I was spread out, exposed. The swing made me feel weightless and I started to relax.
Now I was wondering what he was going to do with me. Everything was so shiny and new. I was wet just thinking about the unknown.
Parker didn’t waste any time letting me know what I was in for. He dropped down, his knees on a pillow. His face was even with my stomach. He roughly tweaked my nipples and I tossed my head back. He was going to give me pleasure and I wanted it with such a strong feeling that it almost scared me.
“Please, Parker, touch me. I need to feel you.”
He grinned. That was just what he wanted to hear. He grabbed my ass from below and squeezed until it was painful. I groaned. Even the pain of it brought me to the brink. He kissed the inside of my thigh and then back down the other one, deliberately missing the most sensitive spot.
I was trembling now, wanting to feel his tongue slide across my nub. I wanted the sensation of it sliding up my slit, my wetness leaving its own mark. I loved the taste of him and could only hope I tasted as good to him.
He roughly pulled my legs apart farther than they already were and buried his face in my apex. His licks were frantic and the pad of his tongue was lapping up my own excitement. Every time he flicked my clit, I cried out, tension building quickly.
My heart hammered as he continued his assault between my legs. He didn’t use his hands, just kept me spread open to taste. He slowed down, to a speed that was painful. Parker tasted me, sucking my lips. I wanted to beg, plead for him to finish me off. The pleasure was too agonizing and I wanted nothing more than release.
Suddenly without warning he gave one rough lick and then nipped my clit with his teeth. Pain exploded as I scream his name. He clamped down and I thought I was going to die from it. Then it turned to pleasure and I let go, my orgasm taking over and spilling into his mouth. He lapped it up eagerly and I grew dizzy from the overwhelming sensations I experienced.
He stood up, looking me, lust in his eyes. This experience had been eye opening so far for me. I had never truly had sex, at least not real sex. I felt like a woman, not just some girl. Parker made me feel desirable.
There was no hesitation as he grabbed my ass and pushed himself deep into me. He buried himself to the hilt and I cried out once again. My vocal cords were going to be sore tomorrow.
Just when I was about to beg again, he started to move. He bounced me as he thrust in and out of my tight sex. I hadn’t been with a man in so long. I especially hadn’t been with one this well-endowed. I was being stretched and it felt both painful and amazing at the same time.
He was rough and didn’t make any excuses for it. I had determined that I liked it rough. “Harder and faster, oh God Parker, I’m going to come soon!”
He picked up the pace, moving within me as if I weighed nothing, thanks to the swing. My knuckles were white from grasping the cords so tightly. This was nothing short of breathtaking. Parker just pounded and pounded into my sex, over and over again. Soon, I couldn’t take the onslaught anymore and I let out a moan of extraordinary pleasure.
Blinding white light filled my vision and I was pulsing around his cock, milking him as he rumbled. He spilled into me and I felt the hot liquid as it mingled with my own. I turned to jelly, as if I were a ragdoll.
Once we caught our breath, I was finally able to speak. “Who are you and where have you been hiding. That was indescribable.”
“I enjoy making you scream. Your pussy is so tight, I can’t wait to drill into you again,” he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
We weren’t finished? I looked around the room. Of course we weren’t finished. There was so much more to explore. Would I be able to walk again after this? I wasn’t sure I cared at this point. I wanted more and he would give it to me.
Parker unharnessed me from the swing and had to catch me to keep my jelly legs from crumbling to the ground. He stood me up and then
went toward the window. He pressed a button and suddenly there, in front of me were floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city.
I was naked in front of an open window. My first thought was to shrink away, but no, I moved forward until I was standing next to him, looking down at the city below us. There were other buildings around, but I was not sure I cared. I could see into those apartments, but I was turned on by the thought of being watched. Who knew I was so kinky?
“I’m going to fuck you right here, up against this window and I don’t care who sees me pleasure you.”
“Please,” I was begging once again. I wanted him to take me right here, right now. I was so excited at the thought of someone watching me; I reached for his cock and stroked it.
He let me run my hands across the slick length and then he said something I wasn’t expecting, yet again.
“I want you on your knees right here, giving me head for the world to see.”
I obeyed his every word. I dropped to the floor and pulled him closer to me. I started out slow this time. I licked off the sex and moaned as I did so. His heart was jackhammering and I could tell he was enjoying this show, getting off on me openly pleasuring him.
As soon as I’d cleaned every inch of his penis, I began to use suction on the tip. Even with our come mingled, it tasted sweet and salty. I sucked the bit of pre-cum beading on his head and lowered my mouth further on him.
He tangled his large hands in my hair once again and I grew wet at the thought of him dominating me. I wanted his cock in my mouth, choking me as he grew harder.
I sucked his penis as if I was a professional. In truth, I had only ever done it a handful of times and it was nowhere near as exciting. I was so turned on, that I pulled a hand away to pleasure myself as he thrust in my mouth.
He began to grind into me with much more desperation as I orally satisfied him. Parker gave my head one last yank as he throbbed and spilled into me. I sucked him dry, enjoying the taste of this man on my tongue.
He yanked me to my feet and turned me in front of him. His dick pressed against my back as he flattened my breasts against the glass. My nipples peaked at the sensation of the cool glass against them. I tried to steady my breathing but I was too eager. I was so wet; he was going to slide right in.
He grabbed my stomach, guiding me as he did exactly that. He still filled and stretched me. I wanted every inch inside me and gasped as he speared me with his penis, deep and hard. My clit was so sensitive, that as he pressed me up against the glass and rammed into me, I wanted to cry out in agony.
Parker reached around and rubbed circles on my sweet spot, heightening the intensity. Soon, I reached my nirvana. I came hard and fast, him following shortly behind me.
I tugged him towards the bed. “I can’t take anymore tonight, Parker. Can I take a rain check on the rest?"
I wasn’t sure where his stamina came from, but I was exhausted. There was no way we were doing any more of this tonight. As curious as I was about the toys and the straps, I felt good and fucked. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Parker’s naked body wrapped around me.
He raised his eyebrow, assessing. “Fine, but I will have you every way I want you. Mark my words.”
The declaration stirred something in me. I wanted so much more from him, just not tonight. “I’m looking forward to it, Parker.”
He pulled down the sheets and I finally slid off my heels. We crawled in bed and I wrapped myself around him. He tucked me close and I could feel his hardness pressed against my leg. God almighty did this man ever slow down? His endurance was nothing short of amazing.
I was so spent that I drifted off to sleep in no time.
Chapter 4
When I woke up, he was gone. His side of the bed had long been cold and I was alone. It disappointed me that we couldn’t continue the most amazing night of my life. Maybe I truly was just a one night stand and this was his way of getting rid of me.
Slightly incensed, I pushed the covers off me and got out of bed. There was no point in wasting time. I needed to get out of here and soon. I could take the hint.
I knew it was going to happen, but I still wasn’t prepared for the soreness I experienced. Just walking to the bathroom was painful. I had been good and thoroughly fucked.
My hair was a mess and I attempted to toss it up in a quasi-decent bun. I used his toothpaste to brush my teeth with my finger and washed my face. Now was the crappy part. I had to get back into my party clothes and do the walk of shame.
Once I was dressed, I left the room and headed toward the door. I called out, just in case he was just in another room. Silence wrapped around me like a blanket. Knowing now more than ever that I was supposed to let myself out, I did just that.
After I stepped out of the elevator, I made a beeline to the front door. Before the doorman could greet me, I bolted. Once outside in the fresh air, my head started to finally clear. It felt like last night was a dream. There’s just no way sex was that good. It was so hot it was scorching.
The heels were killing me, so I sighed in relief as I flagged down a cab and it stopped. I quickly got in and rattled off my address. The streets flew by as I stared out the window, deep in thought.
Even after brushing my teeth, I could imagine how he tasted in my mouth. The memories were assaulting me now. I could feel him pounding deep inside me as I screamed and begged for more.
I didn’t snap out of my stupor until we reached my apartment. After paying the driver, I hurried up the stairs and into my apartment. The minute the door shut behind me, I locked it and began to strip out of my clothes. A trail followed me into the bathroom as I started a hot shower.
The shower did nothing to stave off my cravings for Parker. I lusted for him in ways I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with. I wasn’t a prude, but it was clear how inexperienced I was after just one night with him.
I was really sore still. It was so bad; I considered putting ice on me to numb the pain. Thinking of the ice between my legs, wet and cold, made me want him all over again. There was no way he wasn’t going to spend all day invading my every thought.
I was very addicted to how he had his way with me. It was true; I thought he just might have ruined other men for me. There was no going back to my vanilla life. I had a taste of true sexual satisfaction and I wanted more.
The day was turning out to be long and dull. I sat on the couch most of the day in my shorts and tank top, reading my Kindle. No matter how hard I tried, the lines of the book just blurred and my mind was brought back to the night before.
Every time the characters would have sex, I pictured it being Parker and me. It was actually annoying how much I craved him. I still wondered what the toys and the straps were for. It was too bad it was just a one night stand.
Wondering what happened to Hailey, I called her. She answered on the third ring.
“Hullo…” she stretched out.
“Good afternoon, Hailey. You sound entirely too hung over for the middle of the day.”
“I was up all night. I’m nursing a hangover and a night full of sex. What about you?”
“I had wild monkey sex? I want to tell you everything.”
“You little slut, I knew you landed that sexy as sin guy.”
“Yeah, and it was nothing short of perfection. I’m in so much pain this morning, I actually debated using ice. Then I thought of what he could do to me with that ice and I had to nix the idea.”
“You were thinking about sex with just the thought of some ice? What the hell happened to you last night?
“He taught me what it was like to have sex with a real man. He pleasured me in ways that I never even thought possible. I have no idea how he had the stamina, truthfully.”
“My night was pretty hot, but nothing like that. I brought this guy named Mack back to my apartment and we fucked until the sun started to come up. Then I kicked him out. It was a one night stand, not a sleepover.”
“You amaze me, Hailey. How could you j
ust kick him out? I don’t have the guts for that.”
“It’s easy, I just say get out and he bolted like his ass was on fire. Okay, you’re changing the subject. What did Mr. sex do to you?”
“He turned me on like I never have been before and he said some things about making me beg. It was so good, I did beg.”
“Oh em gee! Are you going to see him again?”
“No, he was gone when I got up. I’m pretty sure it was just a one night deal.”
Bummer, that’s just depressing. It’s hard to find good sex.”
“Anyways, enough talking about this, I’m exhausted from just thinking about it again. I think I’m just going to watch some T.V. and zone out.”
“Have fun!”
The line went dead and I got up to make something easy for lunch. It was going to be a long day.
Chapter 5
I was five minutes late to work and my boss, Jim, gave me the stink eye. He needed to get a life. He had a pole stuck up his ass. It was no secret that I loathed the middle aged man. He looked a decade older than he was and never cracked a smile. I actually felt bad for his poor wife.
Luckily, I was a journalist, so I had a lot of freedom to do my work without Jim cracking the whip every day. At the moment, I had just finished up my major story and really needed to find something else to work on.
The problem was that I didn’t just want any story. I wanted THE story. It was hard to make a profession for yourself in the cutthroat world of journalism. If I wanted to further my career, I needed to stay one step ahead.
My day was boring and I wanted to hang myself. I couldn’t find anything to work on and all of my thoughts were consumed by Parker. I wondered if I was good enough. He was a man among boys. Maybe I didn’t do it for him and he was already moving on to the next woman.
All of those thoughts were halted when a short, young guy approached me carrying a giant bouquet of flowers. They were orange lilies. I had no idea what the significance of them was or who they were from. I signed for them and sat them on my desk.