by Rayna, Eden
“No webcams here.”
She doesn’t even take time to gaze at her surroundings, blindly trusting that we are alone. Instead, her eyes zero in on my lips, waiting for them to find hers. I slide one hand to her ass and cup the back of her head with the other before I take her mouth. She is soft and tastes sweet, like the tonic from the highball she finished not that long ago. Her mouth is warm and she parts her lips to let my tongue sweep inside. Her response to my mouth on hers is perfect; this is the most submissive she has been all night.
Without breaking our connection, I snake my hands under her legs and hoist her up to straddle me. Danielle locks her legs around me and I push her back up against the cold exterior wall. She shivers once then the heat of my body takes over and she melts into me. This is better. Her lips are at the perfect height to devour and her apex is snuggly settled against my growing erection.
We rock into each other, consuming as much as we can with our clothes still on. Her eyes flutter in an attempt to keep them open when nature wants them to close. I haven’t even gotten her inside the house yet and her body is already on sensory overload. I can’t wait to see her reaction to skin-on-skin contact.
“Can we take this inside?” A plume of ice crystals swells between our panting mouths, reminding me that we are outside where people can see us and hear us. Sometimes I forget that I’m in a city and not out in farmland.
I spin her around and reach for the doorknob, pushing the door open and stepping inside with her still wrapped tight around me. I toe off my boots, driving my tongue back inside her eager mouth. I reach behind my back and grab each one of her shoes, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. We’re halfway down the hallway when a voice too deep to be Danielle’s registers in my ears.
I pull away from Danielle’s luscious lips and look to the couch. “Oh, hey Justin.”
“Kirk,” he responds, drawing out my name with a shit-eating grin on his face. I don’t bring girls home often and never have I walked into the house with one wrapped around me like a monkey climbing a tree before.
“Danielle, this is Justin.” I tilt my head in his direction. “Justin, this is Danielle.” I barely give them a second to greet each other before I’m moving down the hallway to my bedroom. No time for pleasantries, I need my hands on her naked body. She is on the same wavelength and her lips find mine again the second she turns back to me. She has me a little confused on her limits because touching in the taxi is a scandal but dry humping in front of the roommate is legit. I’ll ask her about it tomorrow. For now, I need clothes off before I explode. I kick my door shut just as the volume on the TV turns way up.
“Sorry about the roommate,” I say as I place her down on my bed and step back to drink in her sensuality as she leans back slightly, showing off her hard nipples.
“Please. If you could afford a house up here on your own, I’d be proposing and putting a baby in you by the end of the night.” She’s a little crass but funny at the same time. Wonder how she’ll feel when she finds out that I do own this house and I rent it out to Justin and another guy, Gordon. I only need a room for the few times a year that I’m in town.
Danielle sits on the edge of my bed, legs dangling over the side, palms resting on the mattress behind her back. I watch her for a moment and wonder what it is about her that is so alluring. Why she’s more enticing than other one-night stands.
“Are we window shopping or making a purchase today?” She asks, kicking her legs back and forth casually. I think it’s her confidence to call this what it is. Just sex.
She reaches forward, hooking two fingers through my belt loops and pulls me in toward her. She runs her fingers over my belt buckle and looks up at me for the story behind it.
"I was into rodeo when I was younger."
“Mutton busting?” She asks with a hint of humour.
“Only until I was eight. And I was the best mutton buster south of Calgary. This,” I drag my fingers over hers on the cool metal, “was from steer wrestling.”
“Were you the best at that too?”
“I was actually shit at it. My big brother won this and gave it to me as a pity prize.” I laugh at the truth in that.
“Yeah? I bet if I were to run away, you’d be able to catch me in seconds flat. Flip me over. Tie me up.” She presents her hands to me, pressed together at the wrist. Every word that comes out of her mouth makes another litre of blood pool in my cock.
“I could but I don’t know that Justin is interested in seeing the rodeo tonight.”
She laughs. “Another time, then.”
Chapter Four
My fingers slide down and palm his dick through his jeans to the sound of his gritting teeth. God, he is so hard just like I am so wet. Normally bar hook-ups for me are quick and dirty. Rip each other’s clothes off, get what you need and get out. There’s been a lot of chit chat between Kirk and me. It’s like we are getting to know each other before we get consumed by other activities. Activities that will require our mouths for other things.
“May I?” I ask, reaching for his belt, motioning to undo it. He nods and I flip open the buckle, undoing his belt and jeans. He sighs in relief when the zipper comes down. Too big for his britches it seems. I hope he’s not too big for me.
Kirk’s jeans pool at his feet and his cock sticks out pitching a tent behind his multicoloured boxer briefs. Interesting. Plain white t-shirt but colourful undies. Looks like this cowboy has a hidden playful side to him.
And speaking of the t-shirt; it’s finally time for this thing to come off. I slide my hands under the hem and lift it up, revealing a beautiful set of abs just like I thought he’d be hiding under there. I have to move to my knees to reach all the way up to his shoulders. With his shirt out of the way, I am free to let my hands move across his skin. He’s tight and rippling in all the right places. I want to touch every inch of him; to trace the line of each ridge first with my fingers then with my tongue. I’m curious about the story behind each mark and scar, despite knowing I will never have that opportunity.
He stands nearly naked before me and flashes a wolfish grin that tells me it’s my turn to lose my clothing. I raise my hands above my head and he pulls my tank top off revealing a strapless, black lace bra. Kirk bends down and nuzzles his lips against my neck, down to the crook where it meets my shoulders then over my chest and between my breasts. His face is smooth like he took the time to shave a second time today before heading out to the club. In an outwardly affectionate move, I sigh into his kisses and cup his cheek. I quickly pull it away but only get so far when his hand pushes mine back to his face. I trace his cheekbone with my thumb and run my fingers over his ear while his lips still on my chest, seemingly paying attention to how my hand feels on his face.
He hums softly, placing small kisses along my burning skin. Kisses that I can feel all the way down to my toes even though he’s nowhere near them. He unclasps my bra and slowly pulls it off, exposing my darkened, pointed nipples. His hands trail back around my ribs and cup both breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp at the jolt I feel straight through to my core. He squeezes a little harder, testing my limits. I draw in a deep breath and settle my gaze on him, licking my lips, showing that I can take whatever he wants to dish out.
“Lay down.”
I do as he orders and he climbs onto the bed, straddling me on all fours. Out of all the guys in the club tonight, I’m so happy he’s the one who came up next to me at the bar. This is exactly what I wanted tonight. A no-bullshit fuck fest.
The tip of his cock has left a wet mark on his briefs and I’m sure my panties bear the same blemish. I reach for him, but he clasps my wrist in his much larger hand and shakes his head no, silently telling me I will take pleasure without giving. He bends his face to my breast and takes a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around until it is impossibly hard.
“Fuck.” He says like it’s a sentence of its own. “Your nipples are so sensitive.” I already
know that about my body but the way he says it is like I’m learning something new about myself. “I bet your pussy clenches every time I pull your nipple between my teeth.” He’s right. I am almost ready to come and my pants are still on. “If I stick a finger inside you, will I feel it?” He’s teasing me by letting me know what he wants to do but not doing it. “Two fingers?” He takes two fingers and drapes them down my lips, pulling my bottom one down then letting it snap shut. He sits up and looks at me, grinning. “Maybe it’ll take my tongue between your legs to make you come.”
Maybe I want all of that. Where did my sweet cowboy go? Kirk has gone all outlaw on me.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and I raise my hips off the bed to assist in their removal. He runs his hand over the thin cotton panel of my panties, increasing pressure with each stroke, teasing me closer to the edge.
“Your panties are soaked.”
“You should just get rid of them.”
“When I’m ready.” His voice is dark and his eyes match the emotion, both telling me he’s the one setting the pace.
Several long seconds of a silent power struggle ensues through blazing eyes and tense breaths before Kirk slides my panties to the side and finally touches me skin-to-skin. We both exhale loudly at this first contact. Kirk doesn’t press a finger inside me like he said he would, he simply slides my moisture around, coating my lips, teasing me gently. I watch the wet spot on his briefs grow as he teases himself simultaneously.
“Should we test my theory?” I raise my eyebrows at him, trying to remember what his theory was again. My mind is focussed on feeling, not listening. “If I will feel your pussy walls squeeze on my fingers when you play with your nipples.”
I take one breast in each hand and begin pinching my nipples. A second later, Kirk slides his finger inside my channel. I do squeeze around him but not because of what I’m doing to myself. He’s hooked his finger and grazes my G-spot, getting right to the point. I love a man who knows his way around a woman’s body. After just a few strokes, he adds a second finger. I pinch myself harder and roll my nipples between my fingers, wanting to come so badly and saying as much out loud.
“Put your mouth on me.”
He bends down and kisses my lips. “Like this?” I shake my head no and press on the top of his head, pushing him south. He latches on to my nipple and I moan. I feel his lips curl up into a smile as my core clenches around his fingers. I nearly cry out when he starts to hum. “Oh, that’s where you want my mouth,” he says around a mouthful of my breast.
“Getting closer,” I tell him, and push on his head again.
Kirk looks up at me with a sheepish grin. “Down there?” He points with his chin. “That’s where you want my mouth?”
“Yes!” I cry out in frustration of needing relief already. In reality, I like it. I like the playfulness that he mixes in with the commands he issues.
Kirk pulls his fingers out and sucks my nectar from them. With a mischievous glint in his eye and that dimple in his cheek, he says, “Okay.” One word and I already feel the release coming.
He slides my panties down and spreads my legs wide open. Kirk bends his head down touching me first with his lips, then parting them to taste me with his tongue. He switches back and forth between driving his tongue into my cleft and sucking on my clit, both actions that fire me up and push me closer and closer to my goal.
“Grab your nipples, Danielle, and pull my tongue inside you. Show me that greedy pussy.” I take both nipples in my hands and pinch them hard between my fingers. I want to arch my back off the bed, but Kirk is pinning me down with a heavy hand, spreading me wide open with the other. I feel my walls contracting, pulling him deeper inside me. He moans into my clit and the vibrations rock me to the core. Kirk wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me onto him harder so that I am practically riding his face. Now who’s the greedy one? Pleasure spikes with the added pressure and it’s all I need to take me the rest of the way.
“Kirk, yes!” I holler out, clamping my knees around his head and raising my ass off the bed in quick spasms of lust. His tongue works me until my orgasm subsides and my legs relax giving him permission to move his head.
Kirk pulls his face from between my legs, his lips glistening with the moisture he drew from me so expertly. He presses my legs together and rolls me on to my side, kissing up the back of my thigh, over my ass and my hips, up along my ribs. He moves up the bed, trailing more kisses along the side of my breast and my arm that is dangling heavily in front of me. He leans over my body, hovering low so his cock trails along my hips. I twist my head to meet his lips for a kiss.
He shrinks back a little. “You think I want to share?”
“Share what?” I ask, my lips barely grazing his as I stretch forward seeking him out.
“The taste of you.”
I smile at him. “I promise to give you more if you ask nicely.”
Chapter Five
I’m done wondering why our paths have never crossed before. I’ve moved on to wondering how I can make sure we keep running into each other. I haven’t even fucked her yet, but I know that one night will not be enough. One taste of her sweet cream on my lips and I’m addicted.
Danielle now lays on her back, nestled into me as I hover over her propped up on one elbow. We just finished a marathon kiss that left us both breathless and hungry for more. My fingers find their way between her legs again and a lazy smile creeps across her face. Without saying a word, Danielle shifts and takes my cock in her hand.
Her small fist barely fits around my girth as she starts pumping up and down. I don’t need any more warming up, she has my balls ready to burst so I still her hand and reach into my nightstand for a condom. Danielle sits up on her knees to watch me roll the rubber on. Her legs are spread just slightly and oh so seductively. Not wide enough that I can fuck her this way, but just enough that her swollen lips can be seen peeking out. Enough to reach my hand between her legs and play with her clit. She arches her back and hums out my name while my fingers tease her again. I pull her ear lobe between my teeth and tell her to say my name again because it sounds fucking amazing in her ragged tone.
“Kirk?” She repeats in a sultry voice with a question mark on the end.
“Yeah, babe.” I lick my way down her neck, feeling her pulse jump erratically on my tongue.
“I think you’ve waited long enough.”
I agree. “Long enough for what?” I drive a finger into her and her breath hitches then stills as she tries to tell us both she is in control of her body’s reactions to me. Her eyelids flutter and I know she’s fighting hard. She wraps her hand around my cock again and pulls it toward her entrance. I drive forward, grazing her clit. “Ask me for anything.” Danielle is not shy. In fact, she’d be more than happy to tell me what to do. Asking to be pleased rather than telling someone how to do it is a different game.
Danielle turns her face so we are lip-to-lip rather than cheek-to-cheek. “Will you please fuck me?” Her voice wavers slightly as she lets go of her pride in the name of desire.
Danielle bites my bottom lip taking a little of the power back that she just gave up. I smile into it, feeding off her need to show me her strength. I answer her move by telling her gruffly to turn around and hold onto the footboard. Without hesitation, she does what I ask. She doesn’t even know how far gone she is already.
I trace a finger down the length of her spine, watching the wave of her back as the sensation travels all the way to her tailbone. I slide my hands up and down her perfect peach-shaped ass, spreading her globes, running my thumbs down her seam. Danielle arches into me, begging with quiet purrs to be touched some more.
I nudge her legs open wider with my own and grip her soft hips. I press myself into her slowly, allowing her to adjust to my size, because, fuck, she is tight. Even with just the tip in, she feels so good. Inch by inch I slide in, feeling her swallow me up until I bottom out. I pause for a moment, absorbing the heat
of her surrounding me, enjoying the light panting sounds of anticipation.
We start rocking in a slow rhythm and right away she tries to change the pace. Danielle is obviously no stranger to sex and she knows what she wants. At least she thinks she does. Her attempt to take control tells me she has never been with a man who can read her body and give her what she needs. With a man who knows what she likes even before she does. I made her ask for it before just to see if she would. Now that we’re in it, I’m in charge. She doesn’t get to ask for things anymore. She’s going to take what she’s given.
She thrusts her ass back at me and I stop her by gripping her hips tight. “Danielle,” I say gruffly.
“I won’t break,” she growls.
“You’re going to break alright. You’re going to shatter into a million fucking pieces. But I’m the one who’s going to get you there.”
“Cowboy, you can try to crack me wide open all night long, but I’m telling you, it won’t happen if you treat me like a virgin.” She looks over her shoulder defiantly. “If I wanted gentle, I would have gone home with one of the guys who spent more time choosing his outfit tonight than he did at work all week.”
“Babe, you don’t know what you want or what I’m about to give you. I’ll humour you, though. Let’s do it my way first and if you can still string words together to ask me for more, we’ll do it your way next time.” This is a strange conversation to be having when my cock is already buried to the hilt inside her pussy.
Her eyes narrow at me for just a moment like she wants to tell me off, then they soften and her lips curl up into a wicked smile. “I’m not really one for handing out mulligans, but I’ll let my rule slide this time.”