by Mona Cox
Bring a change of clothes for myself and Lisa. Have them delivered to room 319.
Sure, Antoine hadn’t been given measurements, but he’d seen Lisa. He’d be able to do it. I don't pay him stupid amounts of money in salary each year because he's a dumbass who needs everything spelled out for him.
Lisa stirs in the water. I slide my phone back into my pocket and brush her hair out of her face, searching her eyes for signs of life. I smile in relief when I see it.
“Hey, there you are,” I say softly. “Glad to have you back in the land of the living.”
She smiles humorlessly up at me. “Yeah, glad to be back. Sorry. I’m not sure what happened there. All these years of living in New York City, and I’d never been mugged by someone. Isn’t that crazy? I think…between this mugging and the train almost killing me, my brain just didn’t know what to do. Too much bad shit for one week, that’s for damn sure.”
I take her empty tumbler from her and refill it.
“Here. Drink,” I say, handing it back to her. She takes it with a wrinkled nose.
“I don’t like whiskey,” she confesses, staring at the amber liquid in her glass.
“I don’t care,” I counter. She glares up at me, trying to be stern, but the laughter creeps in around the edges. I push the glass toward her mouth unrelentingly and with a sigh, she swigs it back.
“Oh…”
Cough, cough.
“My god!”
Cough, cough.
“Next time, just let him take my purse!” she says, relaxing back into the bubbles.
“Your Coach purse?” I ask her, eyebrow cocked.
“Okay, probably not. Next time, if it comes down to saving me or the purse, throw it out of harm’s way first, and then toss my sorry ass after it.”
“Can do.” I stroke her gorgeous blonde hair away from her face again and she grins up at me, finally relaxed. Her eyes, which had been haunted and withdrawn, are back to normal. Okay, maybe a little more drunk than normal.
But that’s a good thing, my cock says.
I ignore it and stand up to clean myself up. Washing up at the bathroom sink, I get the embedded gravel out of my palms and then my knees.
“Oh my god, I didn’t realize you’d been hurt!” she says, staring in horror at my torn slacks.
“Just a couple of scrapes,” I say. “Jumping out of a moving vehicle tends to do that to you.”
“That’s two pairs of pants that I owe you,” she mumbles, leaning back against the jetted tub, boneless as a baby.
“I think I can handle the bill.”
I take a handful of aspirin, shuck my clothes, and then begin to work on bathing Lisa. Starting with her toes, I run soapy hands up her corded calves and over her gorgeous knees.
Diesel, you know you have it bad when you think someone’s knees are cute.
I ignore that voice and work my way up to her pussy, running my hands around the outer lips, teasing her, and then up her stomach.
“Ooohhh…” she groans in disappointment, her eyes still closed, as I leave her pussy behind. I grin to myself. Teasing Lisa is just about the most fun one can have legally.
I slide up to her full tits, running my thumbs across the pink tips, watching them pucker under my touch.
“Ooohhh, yes,” she groans happily.
I slide back down to her pussy, this time slipping my fingers inside of her and across her clit.
“Oh yes!” she says, her back arching as I begin rubbing her.
70
Lisa
Ever since I met Diesel, my life became a crazy succession of events. It was all fun and games, but now… Something has changed, and I’m not really sure what. Maybe it’s the adrenaline talking but, somehow, I know that isn’t it.
There I was, walking down the sidewalk, texting him and thinking back to how good everything is whenever I’m around him, and then bam! I’m getting robbed. And, just like a scene out of a comic book, Diesel jumps out from a moving car and crashes his fist against the man’s face, saving me just in time.
I barely remember what happened after that; all I know is that Diesel picked me up, and how his strong arms felt around me. In that moment I felt … something. I felt protected, I felt comfortable and I felt… loved? No, it can’t be.
But now, my naked body covered by warm water and Diesel’s hand sliding over my skin, I can’t shake off that feeling. It feels right with him; it feels perfect, as if all the stars in the firmament have finally aligned. Somehow, what started just as lust has evolved into something far more powerful.
“Feels good?” he asks, sliding his finger deep inside my pussy and pressing it against my G-spot. I look into his eyes, smiling shyly, and just nod. It feels good, indeed, more than he will ever know.
Pressing harder on that sweet spot, he rests his thumb over my clit and starts massaging it, shards of pleasure making their way toward my brain. A small timid moan falls from my lips and I throw my head back, resting it against the edge of the tub as I surrender to Diesel’s fingers. He keeps on working me until my moans grow fiercer, and eventually they just turn into a long drawn out scream of ecstasy.
My pussy tightens up around his fingers, my muscles twitching slightly as I come.
“It feels so good,” I moan, opening my eyes and looking back at him. The flames of ecstasy are lapping at my muscles, and I feel like a burning piece of coal, combusting into ash.
“I know,” he responds, taking his fingers out from my pussy and stepping inside the tub. My eyes roam over his naked body as he sits behind me, lacing my waist with his arms and pulling me close to him. He runs his fingers through my hair, slowly massaging my scalp, and lays one gentle kiss on my neck. “You’re safe now,” he whispers, and I believe him. “I'll never let anything happen to you.”
“Is that what you say to every girl you rescue from evil?” I tease him, feeling his hard shaft pressing against my lower back.
“Yeah…” he says, his lips brushing against the contour of my right ear. “But with you, I really mean it.”
With a smile, I throw my hand back and, placing it on his knee, I slide it toward his crotch. In an instant my heart starts to race fast, pumping blood and desire to my aching pussy. I become wetter and desperate for more as Diesel takes his hands to my breasts and squeezes them softly, making me moan again. He pinches both my nipples at the same time, pressing on them tightly, and my head starts to spin.
I feel his cock brushing against my knuckles, so I just turn my hand around and go for it. I run my index finger over his cock, tracing its contour with my fingertip and pushing him toward the edge of insanity. He pinches my nipples more harshly, his cock pulsing against me. Unable to resist him, I curl my fingers around his shaft, making it pulse harshly, and then start flicking my wrist.
I lean back against him, my eyelids drooping as I stroke him softly. Then, leaning into me, he lays his lips against my neck. I turn around, going on my knees, and just go for his mouth: the moment our lips touch, it’s like an explosion has just happened inside my mind, and the desire I’m feeling right now becomes the center of the universe.
I gently nibble at his lower lip, but I never stop stroking his cock, my hand going faster and faster with each passing second, making the water splash around us. With my eyes closed, I surrender to the avalanche of sensations that invade my brain, and I just let go of his cock and get up, standing in front of him. It’s time now; I need his mouth, and I need it right now.
I place one leg on the edge of the tub and, reaching for his hair, I grab it and pull him into me. He doesn’t resist, and allows me to guide his mouth to where I need it. I start thrusting with my hips, but Diesel takes his time; with one hand on my waist and the other grabbing my ass, he controls my movements, stopping me from moving at a crazy pace.
He moves patiently, licking the whole length of my pussy, his tongue gently nestled between my folds and moving up and down. Each time he hits the top, he circles around my clit, the way he d
oes it driving me completely crazy with burning lust. He doesn’t torture me much longer, a few seconds later, he places both hands on my ass and pulls me into him, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. He devours me like a mad consumed by an insatiable hunger, his tongue flicking at me with a fury and quickness that makes my whole body buzz with pleasure.
Focusing only on my clit, he starts sucking eagerly, flames of ecstasy kissing my entire body as his lips wrap tightly around it. As he does it, I hiss through my gritted teeth, feeling a throaty moan climbing up my throat. I throw my head back as spears of pleasure pierce my mind, a supernova of pleasure carpeting all of my senses.
Kicking everything into high gear, Diesel spreads my cheeks apart and starts brushing his index finger against my ass, teasing and teasing until I just can’t take it anymore.
I scream, oh God, do I scream. And even though I’m screaming, the painful stabs of sweet pleasure hitting me over and over again, Diesel doesn’t relent; he keeps on sucking eagerly, as if that was his ultimate purpose on this Earth. He takes his other hand and places one finger over my folds, slowly sliding it in. He penetrates me with it gently, pressing it against my G-spot and not allowing my orgasm to subside.
Fingering me again, this time he does it with a pleasant violence, ravaging me in such a way that a new orgasm dawns on top of the one still living inside of me. I come for the second time in a row and, when I finally manage to open up my eyes, I realize that the hunger I have inside of me is an insatiable one.
Look, I’m not an innocent or naive girl, okay? I have some experience under my belt. But believe me when I tell you that I've never felt quite like this. I just can’t get tired of his lips, of his perfect body, and of his huge cock… Lock me inside a room with Diesel and throw away the key; see if I care. I can survive through the centuries if I have him by my side, always ready to ravage me.
I go down on top of him then, straddling him as I feel the warm water embracing me, and I curl my fingers around his cock. I angle it toward my pussy and then I let it slide into me to the hilt, its thickness filling me up and straining against my inner walls. I almost stop breathing as I feel him inside of me, his thickness pulsing against my insides fiercely. No matter how many times we fuck, I’m not sure if my pussy will grow accustomed to how big he is. Slowly, I start to bounce up and down, each time Diesel’s cock slides out of me a moan of pleasure cascading out of my mouth.
Wanting to go faster, I place my feet next to Diesel's waist, sitting on top of him; then, I lift my ass up and start jumping up and down, his shaft piercing me with the intensity of an exploding star. I lean into him then, kissing him as he rocks his hips against me. There’s a synergy to the way we do things, an unspoken desire to be destroyed by pleasure… And it’s just perfect.
I go up and down until my pussy starts to tighten around his cock like a vice; I force myself to keep going, my limbs already aching under the constant threat of sudden ecstasy. I come hard, pressing my body down on top of him, his cock buried deep inside of me with a harshness that I simply can’t stop loving.
“Fuck…” I breathe out, my eyes closed shut as I fight back against tears of utter ecstasy.
“We’re just getting started, babe…” he tells me gently, pulling his cock out of me. I sit back on the tub, trying to catch my breath as he climbs out of the tub, the cords of muscles in his body glistening from the warm water.
“You’re right about that,” I tell him with a grin and I stand up as well, my legs trembling. Completely soaked, I walk past him and head straight into the room, walking toward the bed. There, I bend over, placing my hands on the footboard, and wiggle my ass as an invitation. With a grin as wild as my own, Diesel comes up to me and runs his hands down my side and rests them over my ass. His fingers go over my crack and then he moves them under it, his fingertips touching my wet folds.
I close my eyes as he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock finding its way back to my pussy. I sway my ass from side to side, almost begging him to enter me. Which, of course, I didn’t need to do; with one quick thrust his cock parts my inner lips and pushes back against my inner walls as it penetrates me. He fucks me wildly, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again as his cock goes in and out of me at a relentless pace.
“Oh, fuck, this is too much,” I say, the words hanging heavy in the air as he pounds into me with the fury of a God. His response is a simple one; he thrusts with all his strength, making fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.
He doesn’t even let me catch my breath; with a growl, he takes his cock out of my pussy and makes me turn around. He pushes me to the side until my back is against the wall and he pins me there, holding my arms over my head. He leans into me and, the moment our lips touch, it’s fireworks all over again.
Our kiss becomes savage, his hands going up the side of my body and hungrily looking for my breasts. He grabs at them, pulling on one nipple and wrapping his lips around it. He nibbles at it with that irresistible hunger of his and then, pulling back fast, he grabs me by the hips, pushing his body against mine as his cock throbs in anticipation. He leans into me now, placing his face between my breasts and grabbing at my ass.
“I want you so bad…” I whisper against his ear.
He doesn’t even reply; he just places one hand under my right ass cheek and forces me to lift my leg up. I do it willingly, placing it around his waist, and then he just presses his cock against my pussy. He enters me with one sudden movement, sheathing his cock to the hilt.
My hands are clawing at his chest, running over the contour of his hard muscles, feeling the warm water still on his skin. He pounds me hard, his hips moving at a steady rhythm and demolishing whatever’s left of my rational mind. All memories of what happened just a few minutes ago—that stupid robbery—fade from my mind, and all that’s left is the bright light of pleasure’s bonfire burning in my mind.
“You’re fucking perfect, Lisa,” he suddenly says, and I open my eyes to meet his smile. A smile, not a grin, and it’s a gentle one, tender and full of grace. I just stare into his eyes as he fucks me, his movements slowly becoming more patient and soft.
And then it dawns on me: we’re not fucking… We’re making love. I know, it might sound silly. But I think that’s what’s happening here, no doubt about it. What’s the difference? I’m not sure if I can explain it to you, but I figure you already have a good idea about what separates one moment of lust from one of love. It’s the kind of thing that you might not be able to describe, but you sure know it when you see it.
Smiling back at him, I brush my lips against his as smoothly as I can, and then he runs the back of his hand over my face, taking a stray lock of wet hair out of the way. Sliding his cock out of me, he simply picks me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down there and climbing on top of me.
His hand goes straight to between my thighs, its open palm pressing hard over my pussy. I need his cock again, and I don’t think I can wait for it. Aching for his thickness almost in desperation, I grab his shaft anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.
“Diesel… I want you. I want you now,” I beg of him, not feeling capable of resisting one more minute without having him inside of me. He simply grins at me and, taking his hands out of my pussy, grabs at my ass and, pointing his cock at me, eases his member against my drenched folds and pierces me in one single and swift motion.
I moan hard, pleasure exploding underneath my skin and driving me to the brink of insanity. I take my hands to his ass and, lacing my legs around his back, force myself to roll to the side. His eyes widen in surprise, but he then grins as he sees me on top of him.
I’m a big girl, and I can do more than just lie back.
"Feels good, doesn’t it?" I whisper, repeating his words from before with a grin as I start to sway my hips against him, my breasts bouncing as I jump up and down on his hard cock.
Not being one to simply lie back, Diesel starts to thrust his hips at me, his cock going in and out
of my pussy quickly, battering me so fast I can’t help but moan endlessly.
I’m riding him hard, but he’s fucking me even harder. I tighten my pussy around his cock as I keep jumping on him, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, the sound of it almost like music to my ears.
I've never been big on cursing, but what we are doing is both lovemaking and fucking. This is it. There’s no way I can escape what’s really happening here, and to be honest, I love it like this. Why do we have to separate love from sex? It doesn’t make any sense, does it?
I start bucking my hips faster at him, a relentless rhythm matched by Diesel as he thrusts at me, each time his cock goes deep inside my pussy a throaty moan escaping my lips.
Even though I’m still wet from the bath, I can already feel sweat trickling down my back, my ass bouncing as I sway my hips back to front. His hands dart to my hips and he starts guiding my movements, holding his cock in place whenever he wants to thrust hard and make me scream.
I lean into him, both my hands on his chest, and let my hair fall to my face, the tip of it brushing over his pectorals and shoulders. I dig my fingernails on his body, knowing that I’m not hurting him; Diesel looks tough, but he’s even tougher than one can even imagine. I would know; he has punished my body quite a few times since we’ve met.
"It’s so good… Being here with you..." I whisper as I feel my whole body about to explode. In a minute every single muscle in me starts to tense up, electricity buzzing under my skin. I let myself go, surrendering to that sweet avalanche of pleasure as I keep bucking my hips against him.
No other man in the world will ever be capable of making me feel like this. This is the epitome of perfection.
I push through, rocking my body against him until I feel him ready.
He closes his eyes and, just like me, his whole body tenses up, his muscles becoming taut and hard. His whole body is about to burst in an explosion of pleasure.
In a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm inside of me, his warm seed hitting me fully as I clench my pussy around his cock. He’s gushing in a torrent, and I remain still as our orgasm washes over both of our bodies.