Chiz couldn’t help it, the whole situation was just the other side of bizarre, he laughed. “Whoa. Hold up.” Chiz thought about debating her unexpected arrival with her, and then decided that it was an argument he had no chance of winning. He could take the offered fuck, or leave it, and Chiz never turned down a fuck. “I ain’t complainin’. That sounds like a fuckin’ good plan to me.”
Chiz went into the bathroom to get the second glass that he’d rinsed out and left on the basin. Glass in hand, he crossed to the small, flimsy table that had been provided should guests wish to eat in the room. It was complemented by two of the most uncomfortable chairs he’d ever come across in his life. That was why he’d been sitting on the bed to watch the ancient box television when Elmo had knocked on his door.
“You need something to take the edge off, doll.”
Chiz had been out for a ride, just for the pure pleasure of enjoying the open road, but he’d also taken the opportunity to pick up some supplies. His list of essentials had included a bottle of Jameson, which he’d only just opened. His own half-full glass was on the nightstand. He’d left the bottle on the table, figuring that having to get up and walk over to it for his next drink would slow him down some. He hadn’t been planning to drink himself unconscious before it got dark.
He poured her a generous measure of whiskey and handed the glass to her before retrieving his own.
“Cheers.” Elmo raised her drink to him and took a healthy swallow.
Chiz returned the toast as he thought about asking her if she did this a lot, if she was single, or whether he needed to worry about a jealous husband or boyfriend turning up on his doorstep. He thought about asking her what had drawn her, or pushed her, to his door tonight, but as he watched her throat work as she took another drink, he decided he didn’t give a shit. He’d enjoyed the previous night, a lot, and here she was offering a repeat performance. He’d be a fool to look such a sexy gift horse in the mouth
She looked fucking superb. Chiz wasn’t used to having his hands full of what he would term a high-class woman. He was used to the sweetbutts who filled every clichéd definition of every patch-hungry piece of ass he’d ever encountered, or prostitutes who didn’t much care beyond what would attract their next trick.
He wanted to get his hands on her. His cock was uncomfortably hard. He wanted them both naked and sweaty, and didn’t see the point in waiting around. She’d come to him for that specific reason, so he figured she wouldn’t be put off by the direct approach.
Chiz put his glass down and went to her. Elmo didn’t take her eyes from him as she finished her drink before setting her glass down on the table. Chiz wasn’t in the mood to start slowly. There was a charge in the air that felt like an electric current running over his skin. He kissed her, nipping gently at her lower lip as he smoothed his palms up her ribs, over her blouse. The bright red material was stiffer than it looked, but it made the swell of her tits, which looked about ready to burst out of the top, positively glow.
As pretty as it was, he wanted it off her. He went for the buttons as Elmo ran her palms up and over the bare skin of his back. He could feel her fingers playing along the ridges of the muscles there. He spent a lot of time in the gym, he needed the strength and the speed, but he was proud of the way that his body was cut. When he put his mind to it, cut down on his vices and ate right, he was virtually a walking anatomy lesson.
When he was able to slide the shirt off her shoulders, Chiz stood back to appreciate what he knew would be a beautiful view. He wasn’t disappointed. The black satin bra she was wearing was cut so that her tits still looked like they were straining for freedom, about to spill over at any second.
Elmo’s expression told him that she knew he was appreciating the view, and that she was just as proud of her own body as he was of his. There was definition in her arms and stomach that spoke of her own dedication to fitness. When she reached behind her waist and started to unfasten her skirt, Chiz let her. He wanted to see her in her lingerie, and he sent up another prayer that the nylons were stockings and not hose.
Elmo shimmied out of the skirt and kicked it away with one foot. Chiz took her arms by the wrists and held them out to the side as he took a step back to fully appreciate the sight before him. His prayers had been answered. They were stockings, no garter belt, but that was quibbling about small details. He licked his lips at the sight of the thong. It was all black satin and lace above the sheer nylon, and it was finished off with those spectacularly sexy shoes. His cock twitched impatiently.
For a moment, he hesitated. He simply didn’t know where to start, it was all so alluring. Elmo’s eyes were still hot; she was turned on by his appreciation. Chiz wanted to find out just how turned on she was. He dropped to his knees, surprising her. He snagged the band of her thong and pulled it down her legs until she could step out of it. He sent it in the vague direction of her skirt.
Chiz stayed on his knees and pushed her thighs gently until she adjusted her stance. He looked up her body, catching her gaze as he nuzzled her inner thigh, heading higher. He slid his arms around her thighs, hugging her to his face as he started to lap at her. She was sweetly salty and delicious enough to make him crazy. He moaned along with her, taking pleasure in her reactions as he alternated between suckling her clit and licking at her wet folds. Soon she was trying to move on his face despite his grasp on her hips.
He wanted in. He wanted to be buried in that responsive body again. He rolled to his feet, and chuckled at her growl of disappointment. He knew she hadn’t gotten off. He wanted her writhing and wild. He unhooked her bra next, stepping back just far enough to slip it from her arms, but when he stepped forward after dropping it to the floor, Elmo evaded him.
He was aroused enough to feel fury, until she winked and stepped around him to the bed. She climbed on, looking feline and liquid, and knelt on all fours, her palms flat on the covers. She was still wearing the stockings and the sex-kitten heels. She winked again. Oh, but she was going to get fucked.
Chiz found a condom, and shed his jeans before rolling it on, while Elmo watched avidly. He had a moment of concern; he’d fucked her hard the night before and there was a chance she could be sore. But then she’d presented herself this way to him. He decided to give her what she’d asked for. Elmo had stayed at the edge of the bed, so Chiz stood behind her. He took a firm grip on her hips, admiring the way this position showed off the way they flared from her waist, and buried himself right to the balls in her wet pussy.
Elmo didn’t scream, but she did cry out, and that did something to Chiz. He didn’t want to examine his motivations too clearly, but he wanted to hear more of that sound. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her. She cried out again, and again as he repeated the action. Elmo dropped to her elbows and pushed her ass back towards him. If she was asking for more, she was sure as fuck going to get it.
There would be time to explore and enjoy her body later. Apparently what they were both aiming for now was a good, hard fuck. Chiz slammed into her over and over. Her cries became moans, running into one another until she was barely drawing breath between them. Chiz was about ready to speed up and start on the home run, it sure felt like Elmo was nearly there, but this was a position he favored for more than one reason. He sucked his thumb to wet it, and as he pumped into Elmo, he ran it around the tight ring of her anus, which was completely exposed to him.
He was wondering what her reaction would be when he pressed firmly against it.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. Please.”
He nearly came right there and then. And that was when he made up his mind that despite the fact his orgasm was just waiting to be released, he wasn’t ready for this fuck to be over just yet.
He pulled out of her suddenly and walked round the bed to the nightstand.
“Chiz, what the holy fuck are you doing?” Elmo gasped as she rose back up on straightened arms.
“Hold up, doll. I’ll make it worth the wait.”
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nbsp; “You fucking better or I’m going to shoot you stone dead with your own fucking gun. Bring that cock of yours back here right the fuck now.”
“Patience, doll.” He found what he was looking for and resumed his position behind her.
One of the things he’d picked up on his shopping trip had been a tube of lubricant. He hadn’t had his mind made up at the time as to whether he’d be using it to jack off, or whether he wanted to purchase some company, but he believed in being prepared. He was supremely glad of that now.
He squirted some of the clear gel onto his palm, before dropping the tube onto the bed. Elmo was looking over her shoulder, obviously wondering why he was stalling.
“You’re all prepared, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” Chiz rubbed his palms together to warm the lube before slicking it over his cock. He used his fingertips to massage some onto, and into, Elmo.
She pushed her hips back again. “If you tell me you were ever a Boy Scout, I’m not going to believe you.”
“No, I wasn’t. They kicked me out for misbehavin’.” He wiped his hands on the bed covers.
“Now that I can believe.” Her words became a gasp as Chiz took hold of the cheeks of her ass and began to push slowly, but firmly, into her.
“Relax. Just keep breathin’, doll.” Chiz said quietly, concentrating on his task.
“I know.” Elmo gasped again.
She dropped to her elbows again, her forehead on her folded hands, which altered the angle of her hips, so Chiz waited until she’d adjusted to the feeling, until she was ready, before he continued.
“More?”
“Yeah. Take it slow.” He knew she was thinking about the furious pounding she’d received yesterday.
He eased slowly into her, giving her time to say ‘stop’ whenever she needed to, but she didn’t. Chiz bit his lip to keep from moaning when he was completely buried in her. She was so fucking tight and hot around him he thought his balls were going to explode right there and then.
“Doll?” His voice was rough from holding himself back.
Elmo lifted her head off the bed and pushed onto her knees. Chiz slid his arms around her waist, hugging her back against his chest. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her eyes closed. Chiz licked at the pulse point on her neck, dropping a light kiss under her ear.
Elmo’s voice was barely louder than a whisper. “This feels amazing, but please, take it slow.”
Chiz slid his fingers over her smooth mound to her clit. When he felt how wet she was, her moisture running down her thighs, it almost snapped his tenuous thread of control. As he circled and pinched gently at her, Elmo started to move her hips of her own accord. It was Chiz’s turn to breathe deeply; his control wasn’t endless, but he knew if he lost it he would hurt her and he wanted her to trust him. That thought gave him pause. It only mattered if she trusted him if he wanted her to come back, but then Elmo groaned and clenched her inner muscles, and higher thought deserted him.
As much as he was enjoying having his arms full of her, when Elmo began to move more he guided her back to leaning forward on her hands, arms straight. Very gently, and very slowly, he moved in and out of her. It was almost tantric, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from pounding into her tight hole. When he felt her start to come, when she threw back her head and cried out, when he felt her muscles pulse around him, he almost let go.
When her orgasm finished, he was still buried in her as deeply as possible. Chiz leant forward, over her back, his breath harsh against her neck. His arm, looped around her, held her tight against him. Barley thrusting or moving his hips again he started to come, the only movement his cock jerking within her until he bit down on her shoulder, unable to contain the intensity of his orgasm. When the stars cleared from his vision, he was able to see that his teeth had left a perfect imprint in her skin.
Chapter Five
Andy checked the bite mark on her neck in the mirror on the wall. To one side of the reflection she could see Chiz sitting up against the headboard. He’d just lit a cigarette and the bed was still strewn with the detritus of their meal. She’d pulled on Chiz’s shirt to eat, and had removed her stockings. Her clothes weren’t exactly styled for comfort. Now she had the shirt half unbuttoned and pulled to one side as she inspected the damage. It wasn’t too bad. It was impressively neat, really. She might have to consider some adjustments to her working wardrobe, but it didn’t look like the marks would last long enough to be a big problem. Many of the people who sought her services would be unhappy if they saw signs that the person who was supposed to be dominating them had been submissive herself. It spoiled the fantasy.
Having concluded that she had nothing to worry about, Andy joined Chiz on the bed. She stacked some of the empty cartons inside each other to make some room and put the used chopsticks in them. It would be mighty uncomfortable to find one of those in the wrong place at the wrong moment.
On a whim, Andy reached over and pinched Chiz’s cigarette from between his fingers. She took a deep drag before she handed it back. The smoke in her lungs was immensely satisfying, even as the brief wave of nausea washed over her.
“I didn’t think you smoked.” He gave her a lopsided grin.
“Haven’t for a couple of years. Suddenly just felt the need for a hit. Can’t imagine why.” She gave him a wry grin.
Chiz finished his cigarette and stubbed it out. He took a quick swig of his whiskey, a classy accompaniment to their meal, before turning back to her. When he did, he rolled her over onto her back. She could feel him growing hard against her thigh. She was still a little swollen and sore from before, but in all the best ways. She felt herself grow wet again and moved against him, seeking relief for the tension in her skin which had just ratcheted up a few notches.
“You good to go again, doll?” He returned her wry smile.
“I am, if you are, baby.”
“Oh, I’ve got stamina, doll.”
“Mmmm, indeed you have.”
She knew it was a risky game considering she didn’t know much about the man currently pinning her to the bed, but she arched up against him, canting her hips against his. She was naked under the shirt, and when Chiz rolled his own hips, his cock slid against her wet heat. She was almost tempted to throw caution to the wind, but only almost. Apparently Chiz was the more sensible of the two of them. He pushed to his knees so that he could find a condom and roll it on.
Andy stretched full out, her arms over her head, teasing him while he tried to pay attention to what he was doing. Chiz dropped over her with a growl and, before she could move her arms, he pinned her wrists to the bed with one of his hands. This was one of her more flexible moments; this was what she had come for. She resisted him enough for him to press harder and make the point that he was in charge, then he steadied her hips with his other hand and thrust into her.
She brought her legs up, crossing her ankles behind his back, unable to keep still as he slid in and out, rocking against her. She wanted to feel the hair on his chest against her skin, but she wasn’t about to demand that he stop so that she could remove the shirt completely.
“Shame you took the heels off, doll.”
“I can put them back on if you’d like.”
Chiz paused for a moment, and then pushed into her, as deep as he could reach. It hit a spot in her that was feeling a little bruised, but even that small pain felt deliciously necessary and made her move against him, seeking more of the same.
He grunted. “Another time.”
Andy gasped as he leaned down, and nuzzled into the gaping shirt to find her breast, so that he could suck hard on her nipple.
“So, you don’t mind if I come by tomorrow?” She was rapidly losing the ability to remember words.
“Not at all, doll. Not at all.” His voice was muffled as he moved up to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
He stepped up the tempo then, and after nipping his teeth over the mark that he’d already left, he straightened his arms and held
himself above her while thrust fast and hard. Andy kept the eye contact as long as she could, but in the end she had to throw her head back, gripping him tightly with her thighs as her spine bowed from the bed as her orgasm demanded release. She cried out and Chiz joined her with a bellow, and then dropped over her so that his face was once again nestled in between her neck and shoulder.
“Hmmmmmm. I need a shower, but I don’t think I can move.”
Chiz laughed at the fact she was actually purring. He was still hard and sheathed inside her, and the movement made her make an interesting noise of remembered pleasure.
Andy felt Chiz smile against her neck before he rolled off her and reached for his cigarettes.
She basked in the afterglow until Chiz had about half finished his smoke, then she twisted up and off the bed, stretching once she was standing. She walked around the bed towards the bathroom, slipping out of the shirt and dropping it to the floor as she walked, albeit a little unsteadily.
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