by Ivy Oliver
“Alright, if keeping you entertained is the only way to get you to behave, fine, but come Monday morning, you will be back on set and ready to work.”
I grin. “Alright, alright. At least I'm well rested.”
“After sleeping as long as you did, you should be.”
Lucas waits for Sandy to emerge and jangle the keys to the other car at us before he pulls out, back onto the Strip.
“Let's go to a—” I start.
He cuts me off. “Nothing illegal and nothing you're not old enough to get into.”
I laugh. “How do you think I got into the place last night? The only photo ID anyone cares about in this town is Benjamin Franklin's.”
Lucas snorts. “That kind of attitude is going to get you into trouble.”
“Either that or be bored out of my skull. What do you suggest we do?”
Lucas grunts.
Right now, what we're going to do is cruise down the Strip at approximately two miles per hour. When the lights turn green, we drift ahead slowly, honoring the spirit of the traffic signal but not the intent that we should actually move. I start to drum my fingers on my legs.
“I hate driving in this town,” Lucas mutters.
“You've been here before?”
“Done some security work,” he says softly.
“What the hell kind of security work do you do, anyway?” I ask. “You can't spend all your time playing babysitter for silver spoon brats like me.”
He clears his throat.
“Just work. I don't take anything I consider sketchy. I'm not really asked to.”
“What's the most dangerous thing you've done?”
“Ever? HALO jump.”
“What now?”
“High altitude, low opening,” he sighs.
“Low opening what?” I ask dully.
“Parachute.”
“Holy shit, you jumped out of planes?” I twist around to look at him. “What's it like?”
He clears his throat.
“I'm not going to jump out of a perfectly good airplane ever again. Let's put it that way.”
“Okay, so you're ex-military. What are you, like special forces or something?”
“Air cavalry.”
“Flying horses?”
Aggravated, he looks at me with narrow eyes.
“Kidding, kidding. I thought you military likes loved it when ditzy blondes ask stupid questions about your career and suck your dick.”
“I find the questions annoying,” he says rather pointedly, not addressing the second part.
I reach over the console and slip my hand between his legs.
“If I didn't know better,” I say, “I'd think you let Sandy ditch us because you've got something for me here.”
I give his dick a squeeze, and it stiffens in my hand.
Lucas lifts my hand by the wrist and tucks it in my lap. I put mine on his and guide him to feel my own erection as it hardens in his grip.
“You know what felt amazing?” I say.
“What?” he grunts.
“When you were facefucking me with my cock in your hand. I felt like such a little bitch.”
I wriggle my hips and stare him down, my eyes locked on his crotch.
“Why don't you let that thing out and let it breathe?”
“It doesn't need to breathe.”
“I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to keep dinosaurs in confined spaces.”
He turns slowly and stares at me.
“Did you just call my penis a dinosaur?”
“I couldn't think of anything else huge, okay? I'm hungover. So are you going to let cockzilla out of his cage, or what?”
He glances left and right. “Do you not see we're sitting in traffic?”
“Nobody can see,” I say playfully. “This thing is like ten feet in the air. Besides, it's not like we're in a convertible. Then you'd have to worry about someone spotting that meat missile from space.”
I'm rubbing him through his jeans now. He doesn't stop me from popping the top button.
“What are you doing?”
“Have you ever gotten road head?”
He glares at me.
“My mouth tastes like booze and pancakes. Some nice cock would take care of that.”
“How sensual and seductive of you,” he says.
He's in my hand now. I reach over and use both hands to draw him out of his jeans and cup his balls, which are fucking huge.
He sits back, just slightly, and I dive down to take him in my mouth.
A shudder of strange excitement flickers through my body when he rests his arm across my back, his palm pressed into my side.
We're going to be in traffic for a while. I need to savor this.
I could just deep throat him…actually, that would be a terrible idea right now, but this isn't a facefuck. I make love to his cock with my lips and tongue, attending the head first.
He shudders and digs his fingers into my side.
“You've sucked cock before, haven't you?”
“Just yours,” I purr, before taking him back between my lips.
The heat, the thickness, the taste. It melts my brain.
“Bullshit,” he says.
“I've gotten plenty. I guess I learned.”
He smirks.
I suck.
He shudders and hardens in my mouth, so I release it from my lips and play with it in my hand.
“I've never been fucked in the ass before, either.”
Lucas groans as I lick his shaft.
“I know you're thinking about it right now. You already know what it'll feel like, don't you? You had your fingers in there. Am I nice and tight like you like it?”
He refuses to answer, so I prompt a stifled little gasp with a hard suck on the head of his cock.
“Are you going to be rough with me?”
His hand slides towards my ass. I tuck closer to him and work him between my lips.
“What if I decide to be cruel?” I say. “Just keep teasing you like this and not let you come until—”
Lucas grabs my head, fingers in my hair, and pushes. His cock rams down my throat and I writhe in my seat.
“What makes you think you have any input into when I come?”
Even with his dick rammed down my throat, this is bliss. I fucking love it. I'm melting, my brain turning to ice as I get lightheaded.
He lets go and I draw back, coughing and sputtering and leaving his cock soaked in spit.
“Fuck me right now. In the car.”
He spanks me. Hard. The shock makes me yelp.
“Stop fucking trying to tell me what to do and suck my dick.”
I grin, then go to it.
Every time I feel him getting close, feel a buzz between my lips, I back off and leave him groaning. His arousal leaks into my mouth, hot and salty. Finally he can't hold back anymore and plants his hand on my head.
Every drop goes in my mouth. I gulp it down with big heavy swallows and shudder as he moans softly and goes from roughly handling my head like I'm a living fuck toy to gently stroking even as I keep him in my mouth while he grows soft.
Not all the way soft. He groans and finally, gently, pushes me off.
I sit up and swipe at my lips with my fingers.
“I guess that's lunch.”
He glances at the clock. “More like dinner.”
“Thank you, sir,” I purr, “May I have another?”
He tucks himself back in his pants.
“If you do that again, the third time, I'll be able to go for hours. You think you want that, but you don't.”
I grab his thigh and squeeze. “Why? Are you going to be rough with me?”
He reaches over and cups my chin in his hand.
“When I take that tight little virgin asshole of yours, you'll think you've been fucked by a battleship.”
Butterflies swirl in my stomach. I almost get lightheaded thinking about it.
“Be careful what you wish for
,” he says, loosening his grip into a caress. “You just might get it until you beg for mercy.”
“Tell me how you'd fuck me,” I purr, sweeping my hand towards his cock again. “Would you bend me over? Lay me on my back? Push me face down on the bed and just cut loose?”
“All of the above,” he growls.
“Then let's fucking do it already. I'm dying here.”
“We need a room.”
I glance around. “Pick a place and pull in.”
Lucas smirks, gripping the wheel harder.
He turns off at the next intersection and cuts a hard turn into a casino parking garage. The valet takes the car, and I walk ahead of him to the front desk.
“I need a room,” I say.
The attendant looks up from her computer.
“ID please.”
“I forgot it.”
She gives me a flat look. I reach for my wallet. Lucas slaps his license on the counter.
“Put it in my name.”
She eyes the two of us, clacking away at her computer.
“We want a Presidential Suite or whatever. Give me the big motherfucker with two floors and all the Snickers bars we can eat.”
“Sir—”
I shove my black visa card at her.
She takes it in her hand, swallows, and nods.
“Yes, sir.”
A few minutes later, she hands Lucas a little envelope with the key cards and directs us to the elevator.
The trip up is a blur. I bounce on my heels as we ride to the twenty-fifth floor, so horny I feel like I'm going to explode.
“Shit,” I say as I step off the elevator. “Condoms.”
Lucas hands me the room key and back through the doors.
“I'll be back soon. Wait for me.”
After the elevator doors close, I race to the door and slip into the room. It's suitably huge, with a loft and an expansive view of the city, opulent in its sheer gaudiness. The room itself is decked out in dark woods, gilded trim, and thoroughly luxurious. I walk through it, grinning.
My clothes come off quickly and I toss them on the couch. Standing in front of the enormous, floor-to-ceiling picture windows, I stand naked and stare at the strip as I think about Lucas, stroke my cock, and plunge my fingers into my ass.
Shower. I'm all drunk nasty. I race for the bathroom and duck under five different streams of hot water, soaking me from every direction as I scrub up with an actual bar of soap. For what this place costs, they better give you the real deal.
I hear the door shut and step out from the bathroom, still dripping wet. Lucas stops, staring at me, his eyes moving from the wet blond hair—turned green by the water—clinging to my head, down the slender, compact muscles of my frame to the hard cock bouncing between my legs, then down my thighs and calves and back up again.
I let my hands fall to my side and display myself, staring at him with smoky eyes.
Lucas sheds his polo shirt, kicks out of his shoes, and strides across the room, unbuckling his belt. It falls, and he steps out of it, approaching me with that monster bulged in his underwear. When he pulls them down and lets them skim his legs to the floor, his cock first bounces up, like it's demanding attention, and then falls forward, held down by its own impressive weight.
As soon as he's in range, I start going to my knees, hungry to taste him again, but he catches me, pulls me up, and presses me right into the glass as he swallows my mouth in a devastating, knee-buckling kiss, hot and hard and hungry. His hips roll slowly as he grinds his hard cock against my stomach. My head spins as I imagine that mighty rod plunging all the way to the root to fill me up. I bite his lip hard, almost draw blood, and he jerks back, catching my chin in his hand as he rams his cock against my belly.
He swipes his thumb over my lip and I lick it as it passes.
“You can't stop being a provocative little shit, can you?” he snarls.
“Show me who's boss, big man.”
“Is that what you want?” he says, grinding against me.
He's holding me by the neck now, my pulse throbbing against his thumb and fingers. I can barely breathe—it's from excitement, he's not squeezing. I run my hands over his soft and rough skin and pull my fingertips through the scratchy hairs on his chest and my own dick sucks so much blood from the rest of me that I get momentarily dizzy.
I haven't been this hard, ever. Not once in my goddamn life. This is the first time sex doesn't feel like a chore, and he's not even doing anything but grip my neck.
I could almost come from thinking about how hard I'll come.
He turns me around and presses his chest into my back. This is it, I think, any moment now, at last. I arch my back and thrust my ass at him, but he doesn't ram into me. He bites the back of my neck, just hard enough to hurt. I gasp and shudder as he works his way down my back, his hands skimming over my body.
Shuddering, I start to quiver with anticipation. His sharp bites become gentle as he works down until they become kisses and licks. Closer, closer.
His tongue teases all around. The meat of my ass, my balls. He pulls my cock under me and lightly sucks the tip and I nearly collapse from the shock and the ecstasy of it. It feels so fucking good I could die. He starts to really suck and slips a finger into my ass, wriggling it around inside me. My ass pulses around his touch.
“You're so fucking tight,” he murmurs.
I press hard into the glass and arch my back, presenting.
Lucas stands, and with a snap, rips open a condom and pulls it down his cock. I watch over my shoulder as he lubes himself up and grips his thick shaft just below the head.
A moment of panic flickers through me as the head of his cock settles between my ass cheeks, slowly building pressure against my asshole itself. What was I thinking? It's so fucking big I can barely get my hand around it, and the head is like a damned fist. This is too much.
“Relax,” he says, stroking my back.
Then he thrusts.
My whole body erupts in a ripple of sensation and I cry out. It's strange and alien and toys and fingers are nothing by comparison. Lucas takes hold of my shoulder and slowly swings his body, driving into me slowly but relentlessly.
I can only croak out a small sound as he fills me, stretching me open in the process. His cock seems to go on forever, pushing the air out of my lungs as he takes over my body. The initial flash of pain subsides as I give into it and push back against him until I feel his balls pressed against mine and my legs start to shake. It's a weird, tickling sensation. Being full of him is an urgent, overpowering sensation that makes my toes curl up from the floor.
He leans over my arched back and his legs and chest press against me as his hands roam. His fingers curl around my achingly hard cock and give it a little stroke, and the shudder of pleasure contracts my whole body like one single muscle, squeezing him so hard he gasps. Sensation and movement ripples from my body into his and back again as we join together.
He turns my head and kisses me softly as his thrusts evolve from short, exploratory strokes, barely moving as he's buried deep in my ass, to a long, slow withdrawal, rapid thrust to the root, and again and again and again.
I'm going to lose my mind and I won't miss it.
10
Lucas
The strain makes my head swim. Matt is hungry for cock, grinding against me when I bottom out inside him, his tight ass gripping me like a vice every time he quivers. I have to wrap my arms around him and feel him undulate against me as he moans and whimpers and wiggles his hips, driving me wild.
I push him into the glass and fuck him, hard. He rises on his toes and thumps his ass against me, moaning as I begin to pick up speed, still holding back until my head spins from the effort. Then he reaches under himself and grabs my balls as I thrust, squeezing a little too hard, and I give him a ramming, punishing assault with my cock. He only moans and arches back against me.
Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him away from the window. He lunges forward and cr
awls across the floor, his hard cock and balls moving between his legs as he moves onto the carpet, then draws his knees up and thrusts his ass out at me.
I stride over, square up behind him in a squat, and shove in. Matt cries out in agonized ecstasy as I take him, egging me on.
“Fuck me,” he whimpers, “Come on, do it.”
A savage impulse has me knot my fingers in his hair and pull his head up, so he's on his hands and knees, and cut loose on his delicious ass, hammering away at him.
I can't fucking take it. We're both covered in sweat, swept away by it. I slow as the tension in my balls and lower stomach grows almost painful, my body quivering with effort as I pinch down to stop the release.
Matt groans, grinding on me while he strokes his perfect cock, further tightening his ass. He lets out little whimpers and moans when he tightens, his gasps like a sweet music.
I push him down to lie on the floor and snake my arms under him, binding his to his sides. Lying on top of him, I thrust, laying kisses and licks on his check and jaw, dragging my teeth across his neck. He thrusts into my fist as I thrust into his body, his cock impossibly hard.
He's so beautiful. Perfect. I swing my legs wide around him to really pin him down and reach deep into his body, savoring his shudders as his tightest reaches grip the head of my cock. He shakes as he moans, slippery sweaty hands pulling at the carpet as I fuck him.
“You like that?” I snarl in his ear.
“Give it to me,” he says, whimpering. “Harder, fucking harder.”
My own need grows to impossible heights. When I slip and thrust as hard and fast as I can before regaining control, he only breaks into a silent smile and lifts his ass, urging me on. I rear up, grab his hips, and pull him against me.
When I reach under him, his cock is like a hot iron bar and he cries out when I touch his aching balls, his body begging for release.
I pull out and roll him onto his back. A little surprised, he looks up at me as I lift his hips and ram into him missionary. In the depths of his surrender, his ass already primed by hard fucking, he takes me easily. His cock throbs against his belly and he lifts his legs, wrapping them around me as I lean over him, touch my forehead to his, and fuck his everliving brains out.
Matt rakes my back with his fingers, crushes me with his surprisingly strong legs, and attacks me with kisses. When I slow to savor his body, he grabs my bottom lip with his teeth and bites, urging me to snarl and fuck him faster, only to slow again when I feel my orgasm building. I feel like I'm floating. When I close my eyes, I expect the floor to be beneath us as we float up, having fucked each other off this planet.