“We might be able to do something about that.”
He smiled and watched her eyes darken. Her lips curved into a sultry grin and he let the feelings flow. The age-old instinct to mate clawed at him and he wouldn’t be able to remain controlled all that much longer. It had been way too long since he’d sunk himself into a warm and willing pussy.
Her hand inched higher and he let her explore. He was ripe. She had her free hand behind her head and massaged his upper thigh with her other. Her tits rose and fell with each breath she took. Steve was mesmerized and didn’t care in the least if she caught him gaping at her. He liked looking and it turned him on more. She squirmed and rubbed against his hip. Steve sucked in a quick breath.
Clare chuckled and her fingertips lightly brushed his cock through the material. Her feather touch seemed anything but, and scalded him through the fabric of his pants. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She licked her lips and they shined invitingly in the flicker of the firelight. Just as he leaned in for a kiss, she moved the hand from behind her head to cup her breast, holding herself and rubbing her thumb across the tip. He watched the hardened nipple push against the silkiness of her top.
She moaned and so did he, right along with her. Clare plucked her nipple through the light fabric. He wanted to brush her hand away and do it for her, but hesitated, waiting to see what would come next. She was unpredictable and he liked the surprises that came at him. Steve was captivated watching her play with her tit and his arousal fired up with every moan and breathy sigh she made. He forgot her other hand was so close to his cock and when she cupped him he jumped like a cat but didn’t look away from the show she put on for him. Her hand inched to the neckline of her top and pulled it down until the edge of her bra showed, and then she curled her fingers and pulled the cup aside to expose the dusky peak of her nipple.
“Suck me. I’m aching for you to suck my tit.”
Holy fuck.
She reached for him. Steve didn’t need to be told twice and leaned down. He pulled her nipple between his lips and suckled her. Grabbing her waist, he held her steady. Her nipple grew and elongated in his mouth and he flicked his tongue on the pebbled tip.
“Harder. Suck me harder!” She arched off the couch and pushed her hands into his hair, pulling roughly.
Steve ran his hands up her sides to push her breasts together and did as she asked. She yanked the other side down and he had two gloriously naked boobs before him, large, firm and begging for his attention. He was a tit man and in his glory.
She moaned and squirmed beneath him. Her hand snaked down. He thought she was going for his dick and shifted so she had better access. She wasn’t. Clare buried her hand between her thighs and rubbed herself through her clothing. The back of her hand knocked against his cock and powerful sensations rocked him. Steve leaned back to look at her. She was a hot little piece, her arms pushing her tits together as both hands worked furiously between her thighs. Her eyes were closed and she moaned through parted lips. It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever laid eyes on. He wanted to get in on the action and latched on to her nipple again.
“Suck me. I’m going to come.”
He buried his face in her cleavage and ravished her tits while her hands worked furiously between her thighs, still bumping against his erection and escalating his arousal to sheer torture. He was hornier than hell.
In the next second she bucked and froze under him. Clare cried out and her body shuddered as she came. Slowly she sagged onto the pillows of the couch and closed her eyes, a content, satisfied grin curving her lips. He sat back and gazed at her. She definitely knew how to take care of business and he was dying to know what would come next. His dick wasn’t about to be ignored and painfully reminded him attention was long overdue.
Steve suffered in silence for a few minutes and when a log fell in the grate he shifted. The fire needed another piece of wood or it was time to take it upstairs. He didn’t have a preference at this point. He just wanted to get laid.
“Get up.” She was firm and gave him a shove off the couch, purposely letting her fingers brush over his crotch.
He stood and held out his hand to her. She took it and let him pull her up.
“Would you be an angel and get me a glass of water?”
“Now? We still have drinks.”
Clare pressed a kiss to his lips and murmured against them, “I know, but I’d really love a glass of water right now.”
In the kitchen he let his disappointment out and banged the glass on the counter. He was frustrated. Steve grabbed the bottle of sparkling mineral water and twisted off the top. The glass wouldn’t fill fast enough for him and it splashed over the rim. Without putting the lid back on he scooped the glass and hurried back to the other room. Would she be naked this time? Each time he left the room it seemed she had another surprise for him.
She was back on the couch and he handed her the glass. She ignored it and reached for the fly on his pants. Quickly she unzipped him and, before he knew it, she had his cock in her hands. Holy shit.
“Now it’s this big boy’s turn.”
He placed her drink on the table and looked down at her. She smiled at him and bumped his cock head against her lips. Clare held him with both hands and twisted them opposite to each other, as if she were wringing out a rag, but shit it was sensational. He watched her tongue slip out between her lips and press to the head of his dick. She laughed when he shivered and his cock jumped. She seemed to take delight in him and he loved it. Her enthusiasm revved him up. Clare switched from the twist and stroked him with one hand, from tip to base, up and down with firm fingers. His balls tightened when her other hand cupped them and she pushed her thumb between his nuts, pressing gently at the root of his dick. Good god she had all the right moves.
“I love how you hang so thick and heavy. I could gobble you all up.”
Her words were like a siren’s song and he was captivated. Pressure built in him, sliding through his body to settle in his hips and belly. If she kept this up he’d come like a virgin without ever feeling the slippery heat of her mouth. He thrust his hips forward, hoping she’d get the hint. He wanted her to suck him.
“Patience, cowboy. I want to see how hard and big I can get you.”
Steve gritted his teeth and watched her tongue swirl around the head of his cock. His muscles flexed involuntarily and she stroked up and down with both hands now. He tightened his thigh muscles in order to stay on his feet. Getting a hand job while trying to stand and watch it play out before him with this incredibly sexy chick was asking a lot. She slicked the head of him with her tongue and then he disappeared into the sweet heat of her mouth. She took him all the way in, sucking hard. He stumbled before locking his leg muscles and gripped her head to help steady him. She sucked and slid her mouth from tip to base, her teeth grazing him briefly, and he nearly came right then and there. Pressure built and he was drawn into a pinpoint of sensation, only a matter of seconds before he’d come. Steve let his control go and waited for the rush.
She must have sensed it and let him pop out of her mouth. Immediately she squeezed the head of his dick with her hand, staying the orgasm with painful intensity before letting him go. She whipped off her top in a flash. Her breasts spilled out of her bra and bounced in front of his cock.
“You’re going to come on my tits when I say so.”
Her hand, cool and soft on his dick, stroked quickly. She pressed her lips tight and forced him between them. Steve swept her hair aside so he could watch her and held on. His legs trembled as she worked him. She behaved as if she were a starved, wild thing, her hands and mouth driving him closer to the edge with every swipe of her tongue and squeeze of her fingers.
“I have a little present for you” She looked up at him with his cock resting against her lips.
He heard a buzzing and then she did something he’d never experienced before, sending a shock wave through his body. She’d put a vibrator under his balls.
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sp; “Jesus Christ,” Steve blurted as her little present shot him to the moon. Vibrations fanned out from his balls to the tips of his fingers and toes in a body rush. The pressure reached its peak and he thrust into her mouth. He was blown away by the combination of her slick tongue, the vibrations and her hand. Steve sucked in a breath and tensed, his muscles came apart with his orgasm. She popped him out of her mouth and held him over her tits. He looked down and watched. But he wasn’t quiet and couldn’t have been if he tried. His growl filled the room as his cum shot out, coating her. She held him tight and brushed his cock back and forth, bumping over her nipples and spreading his cum around. She pushed the vibrator deeper under his balls, drawing out his orgasm. Quickly, she pressed her boobs around his shaft and he slid between them. It was sweet ecstasy. With his cock supersensitive now, he didn’t think it possible to come again, but when he shivered into another much milder tremor he couldn’t have been more surprised.
Steve’s body bucked and he groaned as if he’d experienced the most painful pleasure. Then his legs gave way. He collapsed onto the couch, pulling her on top of him. Steve lay quivering in rhythmic shudders and pushed her hand off his super-sensitive dick. But she kept reaching for him and finally he had to hold her hand away.
“Enough. It’s too sensitive right now.”
“Aw, don’t be a party pooper.”
“Jesus! Are you trying to kill me?” Steve held her wrist tighter so she couldn’t reach him. “Give me a minute. And what the fuck, a vibrator?”
Her throaty laugh was the epitome of allure. “Tell me you didn’t like it.” She pouted. “It has been a long time, hasn’t it, cowboy?”
Yup, it has and why the hell are you calling me cowboy?
He didn’t answer, enjoying the lethargy creeping through him. That was a damn good orgasm and now he wanted to rest. Sleep.
She wasn’t going to let him and began swirling her hand over his belly, dipping down to his thighs and around his balls. She didn’t touch his cock though, which he was grateful for, and he enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her touch.
“We’ve got to get you revved up again.”
“Give me a minute.”
“Don’t worry. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“I bet you do.” But he didn’t want to know what they were, just yet anyway.
She climbed over him and wiped his cum off her with some napkins, which he found incredibly erotic. He sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds, lying sprawled on the couch with his pants around his knees and his dick getting ready for round two.
Chapter Three
Steve carried her suitcase up the stairs. It was fucking heavy.
What the hell does she have in this thing?
Clare led the way and he followed, watching her ass clad in the sexy leather hot pants swing in front of his face. He wanted to reach out and grab the firm globes of her butt cheeks, but let his gaze fondle her for the time being.
Halfway up the stairs she stopped abruptly and turned around. Standing two steps higher than him just brought their faces level.
“We’re going to have us some real fun tonight.” She leaned in for a kiss. Steve adjusted his feet so they didn’t topple back down the stairs when she pressed her weight on him. Her tits grazed his chest through the shirt she’d put on and he wanted to get at them. But his hands were occupied with the damn suitcase and holding the wall.
He opened his mouth and her tongue snaked between his lips. Their tongues clashed and played, passion quickly building until they were both gasping for breath. She reached between them and grabbed hold of his erection. Her husky laugh told him she was pleased with her find. His cock sure was enjoying all this attention tonight.
Steve groaned into her mouth, let go of the wall and scooped her around the waist. Caveman time. She was fairly light and he got them and her goddamn suitcase to the top of the stairs without breaking their kiss or plummeting backward. A true fucking miracle. He bumped down the darkened hall to his room. She clung to him, arms around his neck and her legs clamped about his hips. His cock was in perfect, agonizing proximity to her leather-dressed pussy.
He tossed the suitcase aside so he could lay her on the bed beneath him. As if it had a mind of its own, his dick grew and he thrust his hips to feel the searing heat from the apex of her legs again.
She pulled her mouth from his and breathed into his ear, her lips suckling his lobe. “Do you want to fuck me? Push your big cock inside me?”
He nodded and relaxed into the cradle of her thighs. The core of her heat warmed him and he’d have to get off to accomplish her question. Steve rolled aside and reached for the fly on his pants. She didn’t argue and stood.
“I have some things we can play with.”
“More things?” Steve still lay on the bed and watched her heft the suitcase onto the chair and flip it open. He sat up to peer inside since it looked devoid of clothes. “What the hell?”
“What’s the matter, cowboy?” she asked, grinning at him. “Never played before?”
His gaze ran over all the paraphernalia in the suitcase and he shook his head, at a loss for words.
She was a sex shop on wheels. Each item was lifted out and placed on the dresser. There was a variety of lubes, vibrators which he’d just experienced, condoms, creams and dildos. When the strange and painful-looking clamps and rings came out a little tingle of alarm slipped up his spine. Was she a sex freak psycho? She handled each item deftly and with care, her movements sure and confident. Steve realized she knew what she was about and obviously had experience where all this stuff was concerned. Curiosity took root and he watched intently as a few more objects were revealed from the bag. Maybe he could learn something tonight. Always game for trying things once, that was his motto.
“You use all that stuff?” His eyes bugged out when she slapped a paddle against her palm before laying it with the rest of the toys.
“Yep. I do.” She swung her gaze to him. “It’s lots of fun.”
“And painful.”
“Like I said, fun.”
“Sure.” And goddamn if the thrill of the unknown that lay before him didn’t turn him on more.
“Don’t worry. We don’t have to use all this stuff. I simply brought it along just in case. You never can tell what someone will like until you get right down to it.”
He started to get up and she faced him. “Stay there.”
Steve halted. She was telling him what to do. Strangely though, he didn’t seem to mind and decided he’d go with the flow. If things got out of hand, then he’d put a stop to it. There were safe words for these sorts of thing, he knew that much.
“Now, I’m going to get ready for you.” She slowly undid the tiny buttons down the front of her top until she could pull the edges aside, revealing her magnificent boobs cradled in a very sexy bra.
Steve swallowed and licked his lips.
“Do you want me to take off my top?” She turned sideways and glanced over her shoulder at him, raising it before pushing her finger under the collar. “Tell me. You need to answer when I ask you a question.”
Steve nodded. “Y-yes.” He hated how his voice sounded, faltering and unsure, because he was sure. Take it off, baby!
She shrugged off the top and hooked her thumbs under the straps of the bra, slipping them back and forth at the same time Clare swayed her hips in time to imaginary music. That’s what’s missing, Steve decided, background music.
“Let me put on a CD.”
“Okay, cowboy.” She did a sultry little dance in front of him, blocking his path with seductive stripper moves. He paused and let her slink around him. Clare shimmied her shoulders, which caused her boobs to jiggle, completely disarming him. He paused to watch their erotic dance.
Clare threw her head back and chuckled, clearly pleased with his response. She sidled around him and ran her fingertips over his chest and across his back until she’d completed a tight little circle. Back in front of him, Clare rose on
tiptoes to plant a kiss. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Mmm, I do like being touched.”
All thought of music gone, he slipped his fingers behind the lace of her bra to find her stiffened nipples. She moaned into his mouth when he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger.
“You like that, do you?”
“Oh yes.” She arched her back, pushing her tits into his hands. “As much as I think you do.”
She reached behind her. Seconds later her bra fell away and he held her tits in his hands. Large and heavy with the nipples pointing in the right direction…up. Steve slid his palms down to her waist and lifted her onto the bed. Now he had those fantastic boobs right before his face, no leaning down for him. He could taste them at eye level. And he did.
She pushed her hands through his hair and pulled him tight to her. Her scent, citrusy with an underlying muskiness, invaded his nostrils. He breathed her in, sure to never forget this combination of smells, ever. Steve brushed his lips along her soft flesh until he found a hardened, waiting tip. Rather than pull it between his lips, he brushed against the peak. She moaned and sagged a bit in his arms, forcing him to support her.
Steve teased her like this until he couldn’t stand it any longer himself and pulled a nipple into his mouth. She sucked in a breath and clutched his shoulders.
“The other one, don’t forget the other one.”
“You sure do like tit play, don’t you?” he murmured next to her flesh on his trek to the other nipple.
“Oh yes. It’s the best.” The words came out all breathy and low.
“The best?”
She answered with a sexy, low chuckle, “Well, almost.”
Finally she pulled away and stood in the center of the bed. Lucky for her she was so short and the room had high, vaulted ceilings.
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