by Alexis Angel
This is happening. I glance at her as we drive. Her hands are in her lap, and she moves her legs slightly. The seatbelt crosses over her chest, between her breasts, accentuating them in a way that makes my heart pound. I see her profile as the streetlights pass, lighting up at intervals. The corners of her mouth tug into a secret smile.
What is she thinking about?
I want her in bed. Her bed, my bed, any bed. From the moment I saw her sitting in the window, staring at me, I knew I wanted her.
We drive in silence. The radio plays softly. Music filters through the car just enough to cut through the silence. We don't need to talk, and that's a first for me. I haven't been this comfortable around a woman in a while. If ever. Being with Nicole in the car, alone, doesn't feel strange at all.
"Are you okay?" I ask, just to be sure.
"Perfect," she says. I can hear the smile in her voice without looking at her. Is it just me, or is her voice a little husky? I swallow, shifting in my seat. My stiff length strains against my pants. I'm wired, itching for release. The wine makes me feel hot and bothered, and so does she.
"Right here," she says and points at an apartment building that creeps up almost right to the road. She points at a parking space marked out with white paint.
"Here?" I ask. No underground parking? No marked bays?
She nods. I maneuver the car into the parking space and switch off the engine. In the silence, I can hear the motor ticking to a stop.
I get out of the car and walk around to Nicole’s side. She's already opening the door, but I take over, anyway.
She smiles. "Such a gentleman."
God, if only she knew how filthy things are going to become. I want to strip away the veneer of civilization from her.
I walk with her to the door that leads into her building. She turns around and faces me.
"Thank you for dinner," she says. "It was like a dream."
I smile. "I’m glad you liked it."
She shifts her weight from one leg to another. Her fingers are interlinked in front of her. She's shy, unsure. I love it. It makes me that much more eager to take charge.
I lift my hand and hook her hair behind her ear. Her eyes find mine, and her lips part slightly. My eyes slide down to her lips, making it clear exactly what I'm going to do. My fingertips rest on her temple, and I let them slide down onto her cheek, slowly.
She tips her head up to me, and her breath hitches in her throat. It's a soft sound, but it's there.
I lean in, closing the distance between us very slowly. Her chest heaves. I notice her cleavage from the corner of my eye. She's breathing harder and faster.
When my lips touch hers, a current of electricity jolts through my body. I plant quick pecks on her lips; one, two, three kisses, before I trace the bottom of her lip with my tongue, asking her to open for me.
When she parts her lips, I slide into her, entering her body in a way. I press my body against hers. Her breasts swell against my chest. The heat of her skin seeps through my clothes.
She whimpers almost inaudibly.
She's so shy; it's frustrating. I can't wait to break through that barrier and set the minx free. I can just imagine what she would be like in bed.
I raise my other hand to her face and cup her cheeks. I hold her there, balanced between my hands and my body and kiss her like I mean it. The kiss turns urgent. I try to tell her how I feel and what I want to do, without words.
She's the one who breaks the kiss. She steps back, putting distance between us. She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling. Her lips are parted, and her eyes dilate in the dim light that comes from the streetlight. All that just from a kiss? Everything about her is so innocent and pure. Some girls play this game, I know. The cute naiveté is a turn on.
She swallows hard.
"I better get inside," she says.
I nod. I? Not we. It dawns on me a little late.
"Thank you for tonight," she says.
I blink at her. Did she forget to invite me in or is she not going to?
"You’re welcome," I say. "But the night doesn’t have to be over."
She grins shyly at me. "I think it’s best if I call it a night."
She turns and fiddles with her keys. She pushes one into the door and turns it. I hear the lock click open. She pulls the door open and looks over her shoulder.
"Goodnight," she says.
I lift my hand in a half-wave, confused. She smiles and closes the door behind her. I'm left standing on the sidewalk, feeling like an idiot.
I turn around and push my hands into my pockets. I look left and right, hesitating before walking to my car. What now?
When I get in, I lean forward and glance up at the apartment building through my car window. What just happened?
I turn over the ignition, and the car hums to life. I pull onto the road and point the nose of my car home. It looks like I'm going to sleep alone tonight.
My mind spins. Everything had gone right through the night. The dinner had been superb, the conversation had been interesting, and she’d looked like she liked me. Nothing had gone wrong, and still, she hadn’t invited me in.
Women never reject me. They usually can't wait to get into bed with me. No one says no to me. Why did Nicole do it? It wasn’t like I didn’t have a lot to offer. I had done everything the way I usually did. The charm, the expensive restaurant, the drive home, the kiss. All of it had been magical. Up until the point where she’d refused to invite me in.
To say I'm confused is a gross understatement. I'm reeling with the rejection.
When I arrive home, I park under the building in my parking spot and walk to the elevator. I push the button for the penthouse and watch the screen above the door as it runs through the numbers.
The elevator door slides open, and I step out into my foyer. I unlock my door and lock it again behind me. For a moment, I look around. I feel irritated, frustrated.
I strip off my clothes and climb into bed. There's nothing else to do.
When I lie in bed and close my eyes, Nicole is everywhere. I see her eyes again, her hands, her lips. God, those lips.
I want her. I want every inch of her. Her rejection just makes it that much worse. My body aches. My erection strains against the covers, begging for the attention it hasn't gotten tonight. I would be helping her out of her clothes right now if she hadn’t sent me home. I would be running my fingers over her arms, down to her perfect hands. I would be guiding her hand to my sex, letting her feel how much I want her.
I can just imagine her smooth, milky skin. What it would feel like. What it would smell like.
I slide my hand underneath the bed sheets and palm my erection. The flesh is hot and heavy in my hand.
Struggling with the reality of what’s happening, I loosen my grip, my hand dropping to my thigh as I strain to talk myself off the ledge. There’s no way I’m about to jerk off like a teenager, not when I have so many willing companions only waiting for a phone call.
Glancing down, it’s like my cock is staring back at me, throbbing. This is crazy. I’ve been hard since I sat down to dinner with Nicole, certain I was having a happy ending tonight. I can’t believe I’m actually lying in bed alone; the realization actually brings a dark laugh to my chest.
I’ve never had a girl turn me on this way, and there’s definitely never been a wait. I feel like I’m going through an obstacle course for her sex, and it’s not as fun as one might expect. Don’t get me wrong; she’s hot. Actually, she’s more than that. Nicole is stunning, beautiful even, and I rarely use that word.
It’s that innocence about her. She looks like such a good girl, but I bet she’s got a dark side that comes to life in the bedroom. If she doesn’t I’m going to introduce her to it. If I’ve got to, I’ll birth the nasty side of her. Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time I turned a girl out. I’ve got to be careful with her, though. The last thing I want is another clingy girl, strung out on cock.
My phone vibra
tes on the nightstand and I glance at the email notification, debating calling a girl over for the night. Truthfully, I don’t want to sleep with anyone, I just want to fuck, so they’d have to be down to get in, get off, and then get out.
Running my hand over my raging cock, I'm trying to ease it unsuccessfully. There’s nothing that’s going to make this go down but a release, and knowing I don’t want anyone else in bed with me leaves me with few options.
My palm is gripping my thigh, itching to wrap around the shaft of my length, but I don’t want to rub one out in bed like a high school reject. There’s no way this girl will have me stooping to that level with her little games. I bet she does this with every guy she dates. She’s probably one of those girls with a book of rules and a set number of dates before you gain entry.
Well, she’s got my attention, and I don’t care how many loops I have to get through, I’m fucking Nicole one way or another. My hips rise as I think about plunging into her sweet, tight pussy. I bet she gets so wet just sitting across from me. I can tell she’s attracted to me. She blushes after every other thing I say, and when I compliment her she looks like I’ve asked her to marry me.
Fuck, she’s so sweet. I want her bad, and I really don’t like this feeling. It’s unfamiliar as fuck to want a girl and not be able to look over at her in my bed. What’s more common is looking over and not wanting a hot broad there any longer. I don’t enjoy this difference at all.
Pulling my cover up to my chest, I try to ignore my needy bulge, opting instead to focus on the television. Grabbing the remote that controls all the electronics in my room, I begin to flick through the television channels, a small voice in the back of my mind telling me to turn to the porno channels, but I shake my head to fight the urge.
You’re not a fucking loser, I actually whisper aloud as if I need a reminder. This girl has my head all fucked up. Shit, maybe I should call a broad over, just to suck me off. The thought makes my hips shift again, this time the head of my cock touches the cool comforter and the sensation makes me groan a little.
My mind scrolls through the list of potential girls I can call over, as I quickly find a reason to reject each option. The fact is, I don’t just want to cum. I want to cum for Nicole. She’s the woman my cock is throbbing for, and no one else will do.
Deciding to end the madness, I get up from the bed, frustrated and irritable as I stalk toward my bathroom. I’ve always loved the room; it’s cool and relaxing, with more marble than anything else. Taking a deep breath, I take in my naked body reflected back at me in the large mirror above the sink.
Nicole would be lucky to have this in front of her. Hell, she probably wouldn’t even know what to do with it. I can already imagine what she looks like naked. That dress she wore showed off a lot, but I know she’s got some surprises when she strips all of that clothing off. I wonder if she’s got a soft, curvy ass hiding, or maybe pretty pink nipples. I wonder how she shaves her pussy hair, and imagine her lips down there are as pink as the ones on her face.
My cock is literally growing before my eyes as I stand here daydreaming like a kid again. I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity as I march into the shower, hopeful a hot shower can ease my mind, and my cock.
The waterfall showerhead springs to life and the warm water instantly relaxes me, my shoulders dropping at least two inches as the tension releases. Making a mental note to schedule a massage for the following day, I reach for my loofah hanging from the wall and squirt my shower gel on the blue sponge before rubbing it between my hands until the suds come to life.
The soft and squishy fabric feels super soft beneath my fingers, sensual even, much more than usual. Rolling my eyes, I try to focus. Everything is turning me on as Nicole steals my thoughts, completely dominating my desires. Fuck, I want that girl.
Quickly washing my body, eager to get back into bed and find my way to sleep, I quickly run the sponge over my still rock-hard manhood. Holy fuck the loofah feels good, the suds gently soothing the aching of my erection.
I bet this is what Nicole feels like, a soft cloud, warm and wet for my cock. My hips inch forward as I press my tip into the loofah, the soft fabric caressing my sensitive skin. I don’t even care how ridiculous this is any more. I want her, and I can’t have her, at least not tonight. So I’m gonna cum for her, whether she knows it or not.
Grinding against the loofah I imagine her at home touching herself to thoughts of me. I hope she’s cupping her breasts, with one hand eventually trailing down, to ease that desire between her legs. She’s soaking in her panties, her clit engorged, begging for some attention.
Slipping her hand into her panties, I want her to glide her petite fingers down her sex. My cock grinds into the loofah and I imagine the wetness of her glistening sex, the arousal apparent. She’ll shock herself by how wet she gets for me. I’ll have her wetter than any other man she’s ever been with. She’s probably at home ready to slide a finger inside, but she better not. No, I want her to tease herself first, just like I am with this stupid fucking loofah.
Run the pad of her fingertip over her clit and until a soft moan falls from those sweet lips. A moan, for me. My hips rock forward imagining how she sounds crying out my name. Unable to bear it any longer, my hand drops to my side before my fingers inch over, slowly wrapping around my ten inches of steel.
A groan immediately escapes me. Fighting the urge only made me more horny, and thinking of Nicole sliding a finger inside, gasping as she pushes through that velvety layer of herself, I want to cum on the spot, but fuck that, I begged for this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.
My grip strokes to the head of my cock, squeezing as a drop of pre-cum oozes from my tip. Fuck, it feels good. Imagining how tight Nicole’s pussy is makes my hand glide back to my base, as I bit my bottom lip in pleasure. I want to feel the inside of her and make her beg me for more.
Yeah, I’m gonna flip the game on her. She’s goona be the one begging me for this long cock, and when I finally give it to her, I’ll make her wait to cream all over me. She’ll be screaming my name before I let her cum, the thought making my hand speed increase, yanking my length roughly as I groan, my hips slowly edging forward like I’m thrusting between Nicole’s thin legs.
I can’t believe she didn’t invite me upstairs to her place. She must know I’m gonna own that ass after our first night together. My ten inches grow as I think of ways I’ll bend her lean body once I’m inside her. She’ll be running all over the bed, I bet she can’t handle all of me. I’ll have to train her pussy to take all of this cock without breaking in half.
"Ungh," I growl as the pleasure starts to boil over, another ooze of pre-cum glistening my tip.
No, I’m not ready to release yet. I still want to think about her. The build up is even better than when I envision her in bed, probably wearing something lace. She looks like a classy girl that lounges around in silk. When my hand held her petite fingers today, she felt as smooth as silk, and I imagine that touch gripping my cock right now. Moving my hand up and down my manhood, stroking and squeezing, I close my eyes and pretend it’s Nicole gripping me.
She’ll be so shocked when she sees how big I am. I can see the look of shock on her face when she drinks me in. Oh, fuck, I hope she sucks me off the first time. Those plump lips wrapped around my thick cock will make me cum in no time. I bet she’s shy too, but I’ll slide this rod down her throat until she gags on it, spitting everything back on me so she can suck it off, real sloppy.
"Mmm…" I hum my satisfaction of the image as my hand continues gliding, my eyes closed as my mind focuses in on her.
I can actually see her in bed, squirming as she slides a finger in and out of her tight opening, once she craves a little more pressure, she’ll slip another finger in. Her back will arch and a small moan will escape her as her ass pokes out a little, desperately wanting more, but only I can give her that.
Only I can slide this twelve-inch anaconda in her wetness and rock her body until she creams all ove
r me. I want to make her scream, cry, and beg for more. I wonder how many times a man has made her cum before. Whatever it is, I’m sure I can top it. I’ll make her cum all night, sucking that pussy until she begs for me to plunge inside of her.
Just when my hand is working overtime, gripping and grinding, my body desperate for a climax, I slow my pace and loosen my grip. I feel like I’m training for the Olympics. Knowing I’ll be inside her soon enough, and realizing the effect she has on me, it’s best I work up my stamina instead of just driving myself crazy to cum in two minutes.
There’s no way I’m gonna disappoint her. Looking down at my throbbing length I know that’s not an option or a possibility. I’m too into her to fail. I want her too bad to embarrass myself. Besides, I haven’t done that involuntarily since high school. Sure, I’ve let a girl get me off as soon as possible, typically that’s my strategy. I’m not interested in prolonging or impressing a girl I don’t really give a fuck about. And let’s be honest, I don’t ever give a fuck about these girls, especially after I’ve fucked them.
Maybe that’s why Nicole is playing this game. She wants me to be really interested in her before we spend a night together, because she knows there’s a high probability that I won’t care too much what happens afterwards. I can’t really deny that, but envisioning her teasing me in some lace boy shorts is taking me to the brink again, my hips surging forward like I’m fucking her in this shower as the warm water cascades across my back.
She’s gonna tease me with that pussy, I already know it. I can’t be sure why, but the idea actually excites me. Typically a game like this would aggravate me and make me never call the girl again, but there’s something about Nicole that just makes me open to whatever she wants. If I have to prove myself, I will. She wants me to wait? I’ll bring a fucking lawn chair and camp out at her little apartment. I’m gonna have her, no matter how she plays her hand. It would be in her best interest not to set herself up for too much torture, because the longer she makes me wait to feel her, the longer I’m gonna make her wait to cum for me.