On Fire

by Tory Richards

  Cute ass? A shiver of delight ran over me. “How come you never said anything?” He stopped directly in front of me. I had to glance up a long way to look into his smiling, brown eyes.

  “Several reasons,” he said. “But mostly the timing never seemed right. I wanted to make sure when I finally made my move, that we had time to take things slow and easy.”

  In spite of being hornier than hell and wanting nothing more than for him to fuck my brains out fast and furious, I liked the sound of that. I finally gave in to the impulse to touch him, placing my palm against his hard chest. “I’ve been wanting to touch you.”

  He laughed. “If you only knew what I’ve been wanting to do to you. Wet dreams are a bitch.”

  God, he knew just what to say to drive my desire up a notch. I couldn’t help visualizing him walking up after having an orgasm with me on his mind. “Why don’t you show me what you’d like to do?” I watched a muscle twitch in his lean jaw as I moved my hand over him softly. “I think we’ve probably been wanting the same thing.” I silently marveled at how freakin muscled he was. As my caress took me down his torso to where the opening of his jeans were, Dean sucked in a deep breath. I smiled, noticing movement where I wanted my hand to be.

  Did I dare? I so wanted to slide inside his pants and check out the size of his cock. Just thinking about it produced a warm, wet feeling between my legs. I searched his eyes for encouragement, and lowered my hand inch by inch. Right before I got to my prize Dean reached forward and caught me around the wrist to halt my progress.

  “I like it slow and easy, remember?”

  I swallowed, as my breathing picked up speed, wondering what I could do to make him change his mind. Is he testing me? Slow and easy was nice, but I hadn’t been with a man in a few months and I was hungry. I wanted to consume Dean, until the ache inside had been satisfied. Maybe I should just come out and tell him how I feel.

  “Slow and easy is nice for the second round,” I began, pulling my wrist gently from his grasp. “But I’ve been horny for you since you moved in. That’s a lot of sexual frustration stored up.” I was surprised he didn’t stop me a second time as I slid my hand downward beneath his jeans. The closer I got to his cock, the hotter his flesh felt, the coarser the hair. I closed my eyes and moaned when I completed my journey.

  Dean groaned, his body rippling with reaction. I opened my eyes to find that his were closed, and his expression was taut with raw desire. I felt empowered, closing my hand around a hot, sizable muscle. Soft satin covering solid steel. I found his cock thick and long and not lacking in any way. I squeezed until he emitted another low groan. Hoping to speed things along, I leaned forward and tongued his firm nipple.

  “Holy fuck!”

  His eyes flew open and I knew he’d gone from zero to a hundred in five seconds flat. Slow and easy wasn’t revealed on his handsome face. Need and lust burned bright in his eyes. God, I wanted him to kiss me and raised my face, offering him the opportunity to swoop down and do it. He didn’t disappoint me. Before I knew it Dean wrapped an arm around my waist, jerked me against him and covered my mouth with his.

  The man knew how to kiss! It was everything a first kiss should be. His lips were smooth and firm, working over mine like a slow, thorough caress. I opened my mouth beneath the gentle persuasion of his, letting his tongue push inside to mingle with mine, before we moved on to explore the texture, warmth and softness of each other’s mouths. Mutual moans of pleasure surrounded us, and I was engulfed in a melting heat when Dean’s hands smoothed down my backside to my butt. Feeling his hands caressing my naked flesh was the catalyst of immeasurable things to come.

  His growing passion fueled mine, and I began to stroke his magnificent cock with more vigor. Then, with impatience because of the constriction of his jeans, I pulled my hand out to finish unzipping his pants. Just as quickly my hands went to the V created by the lowering of his zipper, and I easily moved his jeans out of the way with a well placed caress. Dean’s shaft popped free into my waiting hands, and for the first time I was able to see how really massive his cock was.

  Sweet Jesus, he was going to stuff me and then some, and I couldn’t wait. Since his hands were still on my ass I brought mine around to his and held him to me while I arched my bare pussy against his rod. We both expelled loud sounds of appreciation at the exquisite feeling of flesh against flesh, but it was lust that drove us to the next move. Before I could brace myself Dean picked me up and deposited me on the kitchen counter. Breathing out of control, we looked into each other’s eyes. Words seemed unnecessary as we both knew we’d reached the point of no return. In the next moment he pulled me to the edge of the counter and onto his waiting cock.

  I threw my head back and howled. Not because it hurt, but from the intense pleasure when he penetrated my pussy all the way to the hilt. Oh, God! I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even tighter against me. Dean grunted, and then his whole body shuddered. He slammed his mouth down over mine, and began to move his hips, slow and easy. I smiled against his lips.

  He pulled back, but continued thrusting.

  “Faster, Dean,” I coaxed, biting down on his bottom lip.

  “I like it slow.”

  “Harder,” I said, reaching up to tweak his nipple.

  “I like it easy.”

  “Next time,” I reminded him, raking my nails down his back.

  He bowed but didn’t pick up speed. It was pain and pleasure. His steady pace was giving me time to fully appreciate the full thickness of his dick, while slowly driving me insane. Most of the guys I’d been with were the slam bam thank you ma’am types. Into it for a quick, satisfying fuck that left me on the losing end of the stick. Dean wasn’t fucking me like a man who only wanted one thing. He was taking his time and making sure that my ecstasy equaled his.

  “Dean,” I couldn’t remember the last man who’d made me feel what I was feeling right then. “This feels so good!”

  “It’s supposed to,” he smiled.

  His hands were on my hips. Suddenly they were taking the hem of the shirt I was wearing and he pulled it up and over my head. His bright gaze went to my breasts, then his hands were cupping them, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. I sighed and quivered, then arched forward when he bent to take a peaked kernel into his mouth.

  “Beautiful,” he said, pulling and nibbling on the nub and watching it swell and turn even harder. He repeated the action on my other nipple, causing me to squirm with pleasant reaction.

  While he took his time loving my breasts he stopped thrusting, leaving his cock to rest inside me. There was no way to describe how good it felt as it twitched and pulsed against my insides. I squeezed my muscles, getting a low groan from Dean, and was rewarded when he pulled out and slammed forward again.

  “Aaagghh!” I trembled. “Do that again,” I panted.

  He glanced up from the nipple in his mouth, gave it a final lick and pulled his cock out all the way. “I have a better idea,” he said as he began to kiss his way down my body.

  I held my breath as he neared my sex, my thighs quivering on either side of his head. God I was glad I’d just had a shower. In spite of that, the heady scent reaching my nose revealed we were both highly aroused, as sex had an aroma like nothing else. My ass nearly left the counter when I felt Dean’s hot breath against the top of my pelvic bone.

  “Oh!”

  “Easy, baby.” His hands took firm hold on my fleshy thighs.

  If he hadn’t been pinning me in place, I would have slid to the floor in a puddle of mindless mush when his tongue traced the seam of my pussy in teasing sweeps. I clenched my hands into his shoulders, and threw my head back in sheer bliss. My juices were flowing freely, I could feel a tickling wetness run between the crack of my butt. I was so close to an orgasm that I was afraid of losing control.

  “Dean–aaagghh!” All thoughts left my head when his warm tongue burrowed between my pussy lips, glided past my labia, and wiggled into my buzzing channel. The wa
y his mouth was locked onto my sex, his upper lip caressed my sensitive clit. Oh sweet heavens the man knew how to work his mouth and tongue on a cunt. My breath catching, I began to rock my hips against his thrusting tongue.

  “Dean!” I cried out, coming almost immediately. I convulsed against his mouth, letting the smooth flow of hot release control my movements.

  My hands tangled into his hair, but there was no need. He didn’t make any effort to pull away. If anything Dean seemed determined to consume every drop of cum that fell onto his tongue.

  Chapter 3

  I barely caught my breath when Dean rose to his feet and picked me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, nuzzling my nose against the side of his neck as he walked us to his bedroom. “That was worth waiting for,” I breathed into his ear, very conscious of my naked breasts against his chest.

  “I’m glad you think so,” he replied, lowering us down onto his bed. He kissed me passionately, running his hands up my sides to my breasts. I could feel his hard cock slide naturally between my legs, teasing the entrance to my sex with brushes of heat..

  I turned my head, breaking the kiss. “I want you inside me,” I whispered, arching my hips. “Fuck me, Dean, please!” If I sounded desperate, I didn’t care. I reached between our bodies with the intention of taking control of the moment when he surprised me by grabbing my wrist.

  He yanked my arm up over my head and pinned it down on the bed. Then did the same thing to the other. I was totally helpless and at his mercy, and could do nothing more then squirm beneath him. After a few seconds I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere, and stopped, slightly out of breath. Dean was smiling down at me, totally enjoying his power over me. I moaned and closed my eyes when his cock throbbed strongly against my pussy.

  As if to tease me more he took both wrists into one of his hands, and trailed his fingers lightly down my body. The caress turned into a tickle and all I got for my attempt at squirming away was a husky chuckle.

  “Ticklish?”

  “No,” I lied.

  Dean reached between us and took his cock in his hand. I was so hungry for him to end my torture that I arched sharply, hoping to impale myself. Laughing, he rubbed my clit gently, causing me to whimper. Round and round he went, using the head of his cock. It didn’t matter that I’d already climaxed once, in no time Dean was pulling another one from my hungry, love-starved body. As it spiraled, spiked, and crested he filled my convulsing cunt with one powerful, lunge.

  “Aaagghhhhh! You don’t play fair!” Multiple orgasms at the same time? I couldn’t believe it, and yet, I swear it was happening. No sooner had one orgasm hit me than a second followed, and my constricting muscles were milking his cock.

  “Damn,” Dean grunted. He shuddered against me.

  “That’s what you get for teasing me.” I managed to get out between pants.

  He began thrusting, slow and easy like he liked it.

  “I wonder what it would take to make you lose control,” I joked.

  He looked into my eyes, the beautiful brown in his reminded me of melting chocolate . “You want me to lose control?”

  Did I? I had to admit Dean’s slow and easy technique was intensely pleasurable. A welcome change from a guy who couldn’t take the time to enjoy his partner, me, by making sure he saw to my needs, too. Dean was the opposite to what I was used to, and it occurred to me that I’d been hanging out with the wrong kind of men.

  As he continued to thrust I was astonished to realize another orgasm was building. Each time he raised his hips and thrust downward, directly over my aching clit. The pleasure was almost more than I could bear. I let my hands travel over his shoulders, and down his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath my caress. Dean was in prime condition, everything hard and tight, including his butt. My exploration took me over those enticing moons, down the backs of his thick thighs, and back up again.

  “I like touching you,” I admitted out loud. I turned my face and licked his neck. “I like tasting you.” I bowed my hips to meet his every thrust. “I like having your cock deep inside me.” He grunted. I bit down gently on his shoulder. He grunted some more. I smiled. “I’ve never had sex with a man who’s given me four orgasms.”

  He pulled back and our eyes met. “Four?”

  “Yes!” I hissed, feeling another one roll through my body in one, long, and sensuous wave. I was helpless against it as it consumed by whole being, my soul. “Aagghhh!” I cried out, convulsing uncontrollably.

  At the most intense moment of my climax Dean began to pick up speed. His well aimed thrusts were designed to give my orgasm longevity, while he sought his own release. He was powerful in his possession. His square-jawed expression was set like stone, the fire in his eyes singed me, his nostrils flaring as he pistoned in and out of my pussy. Soon he was shoving his cock inside me one last time, going as deep as he could, and grunting with his release.

  “Oh, fuck, aaagggghhh!”

  I closed my eyes, feeling ribbons of cum spray my insides. Dean was still holding my arms pinned above my head, and there was nothing I could do other than enjoy his body grind and shudder against mine. Gradually his movements slowed, and his sounds of gratification silenced into heavy breaths. He released my wrists and slowly collapsed, resting his forehead against mine.

  Our eyes met and clung. “I kind of like slow and easy,” I teased against his lips.

  He smiled against my mouth. “Anyone can do hard and fast.” He began rubbing his nose against mine. “Slow and easy gives us time to appreciate what we’re exploring and touching, what we’re doing to one another. It sharpens our sensations.”

  I couldn’t agree more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and arched my lower body against him, enjoying Dean’s weight on me. As his cock diminished in size he gradually slipped out of me, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness that I couldn’t begin to understand. I’d finally gotten the man I’d been wanting and dreaming of, and I didn’t want it to end. Was it too much to hope for that this was a beginning of something more?

  “You’re quiet.”

  I laughed softly. “You should talk. We’ve been passing each other in the hallway for two weeks and you’ve barely said a dozen words to me.”

  Dean pulled back slightly. “I ignored you for a reason,” he said, surprising me. “I’ve been in training since I moved here. I couldn’t afford to get involved with anyone until that part of my life was over. I’d already planned on making a move on you when the time was right.”

  “So, your training is over now?”

  He shook his head. “I have three more days, but the fire in your apartment kind of sped things up.”

  “I’m lucky you happened along when you did. I didn’t smell a thing.”

  He nodded his agreement. “I took the liberty of letting the office know for you. I have a feeling they’re in for a big expense with updating the electrical for the complex.”

  “I need to call Shelly, too.”

  “Later.” Dean rolled to the side, pulling me with him as he went. I ended up on top of him.

  His kiss was passionate and toe-curling, and I could feel his cock hardening between my thighs. A little wiggling and I was able to position my pussy directly over it. He groaned deep, and bowed his hips, grinding his hard-on against me. Moaning simultaneously, our mouths slanted one way and then the other, as we tried to consume each other in a wet kiss that turned rough with need.

  Dean tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back. Our gazes held, filled with renewed desire, and then he was looking over my face, and down my neck and chest to my breasts. It didn’t take much persuasion on his part for me to shift up his body far enough so that he could suck my nipples. As soon as his hot mouth closed over my breast I felt a heavy wetness release in my cunt. My whimper was as much from that delicious feeling to what Dean was doing to me.

  “God, you have nice tits,” Dean rasped as he deserted one breast to move on to the other
. “The other day when I passed you out by the pool, all I could think of on the way to work was what your nipples would taste like. I had to sit in the car until my hard-on went away.”

  His confession thrilled me. The whole time he was sucking and tonguing my nipples my loins were grinding against his erection. “I’ve had a few naughty thoughts about you, too,” I admitted, pulling my breasts away when I sat up. Desire burned hot in his eyes, as he ran his gaze over my body. When his hands went to my hips I instinctively knew what he wanted. He picked me up without any trouble, and lowered me gently down his cock. We both released sounds of satisfaction.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  I began to move, and it occurred to me that I was the one with control at that moment. I rode Dean slowly at first, savoring the fullness inside my body. After this I knew Mr. Big would never be enough to satisfy me again. As I sat back and braced my hands on his thighs for support, his hands played with my breasts. I dropped my head back, knowing my long hair would brush against his balls and upper thighs.

  “Holy fucking shit!”

  I smiled triumphantly, hearing the weakness in his ragged tone. “You like that?”

  “What do you think?” he rasped.

  I picked up speed, and smoothed my palms up his torso and defined chest. His nipples were already hard so I leaned forward and tongued them. I moved to sit back when his hand clenched into my hair and he pulled me down for a long wet kiss.

  “I could kiss you all night,” I admitted when he let me move away.

  “That’s good because you’re not going anywhere tonight.”

  I liked the sound of that. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

  He laughed. “Better than this?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Aaaaagghhh!” He groaned and closed his eyes when I adjusted my movements and speed. I reached behind me and ran my fingers over his balls. His thighs quivered. I watched the changes that came over his expression, revealing far more than any words.