A noise let her know he was close, and began moving his thick shaft inside of her frantically, breath growing short and ragged. She bucked her hips to meet his every stroke, loving the sound of slapping as he threw himself against her ass and buried his cock inside of her tight, wet walls over and over. He slapped her ass roughly again, and she screamed. She put a finger between her legs and began to rub her clit wildly, bringing on another orgasm more quickly than she meant to.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, and he leaned over to grab her right breast, gripping it hard and sinking a little sliver of pain in the middle of her delirious orgasm, and she cried his name over and over as he filled her up, seed leaking out as he slowed and pushed the head of his cock deep inside her one last time.
They lay together afterwards, kissed and held hands, and greed to keep it physical, but she saw his lingering glances, and the way he joked with her softly, and how he remembered everything she said.
She snapped out of her reverie and realized that she had been standing and fantasizing for five minutes.
"Play Vivaldi's Spring, Evan."
"Certainly." Music rolled out of the speakers and Lily began soaping up her body. She slowly ran her palms around her breasts, down her sides, and over her backside. She thought about Victor's tongue running across her stomach, his teeth nipping at her hips until little squeals of delight drove him south, to touch his tongue between her wet lips and taste her juices. Her fingers slipped between her legs as she thought about how hard he'd get when she pressed his face against her, grinding her hips as he tongue worked her clit slowly. Water slipped between her fingers as she worked her nipple with one hand, breath quickening. She slid her middle finger around the hot button of flesh between her legs, sending dizzying bolts of pleasure through her body. She imagined him plunging his tongue between her legs, driving her crazy with the gentle flicks and swirls.
A soft tone sounded through the shower and Lily's eyes slid open. "Thirty minutes to arrival," came Evan's voice. She pressed a panel beside her and the water stopped. A towel descended from the ceiling, soft and warm, and she wrapped it around her body while warm gusts of air ruffled her hair. She dressed quickly, running fingers through her h way red hair in lieu of styling it. She pulled on a strapless green dress that hugged her light body and fell to mid thigh, and she dabbed perfume onto her pulse points. Her bedroom wall blinked and shimmered to life, showing her the front door, where her visitor had finally arrived. He looked especially nervous, and was holding a small black box, which he shoved into his pocket before straightening his jacket.
"Victor Flume has arrived," Evan's voice said pleasantly. She watched Victor, tall and sinewy, with a shock of black hair falling around his ears and combed neatly. His chocolate suit had a pink flower pinned in it on one side, and a white one on the other----a lily. Her heart leapt, and she registered the small smile on his handsome face. "Let him in!"
She ran to meet him at the door, slipping her bare feet into a pair of shiny black flats before launching her body at him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His strong arms cinched around her waist and lifted her up, spinning around as they both laughed.
'I've missed you," he said simply, curving his hands behind her to cup her round ass. She smiled, knowing he meant her and her body; she writhed against him subtly, little tingles of happiness shooting through her as she felt him growing hard. It was always a struggle to see how long they could go without tearing in to each other.
She looked up into his eyes and kissed him/ "I've missed you too. Dinner?"
"Can it wait?" he asked earnestly.
Her lips curved upward in a devilish smiled, and she guided his hands under the fabric of her dress to show that she wasn't wearing panties. He chuckled.
"That's my girl."
Her heart leapt, and she wondered, not for the first time, if they really had kept this casual.
He'd actually torn her dress a little by pulling it over her head, but as soon as he took her face in his hands and raised his burning lips to hers, grinding her hips against his slowly. Her lips parted and she gasped, leaning back against her living room wall and lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. He pushed his hardness into her hot, moist center, grinding against her clit ad sending her into a frenzied state of desire.
"Victor," she panted. "I can't wait!"
"You'll have to," he murmured, kissing down her neck, between her supple breasts, stopping to lick her nipples in a slow, delicious movement. The kissed down the expanse of her delicate stomach, licked her hips, and then looked up at her face---so encased in lust it was almost painful---and slowly pushed his tongue between the folds of her vulva, pressing against her clit in a sudden motion that brought her hips forward and rocking wildly. He traced circles around her clit as she cried out.
"You taste amazing," he whispered between breaths, before sucking the sensitive nub of flesh between his lips to massage it. Lily's thighs were trembling around his head as he nuzzled her flesh, bringing her to orgasm so quickly she couldn't see or breathe after the wave of pleasure slammed through her body.
"Inside," she begged, barely able to form coherent thought. She sank to her knees to kiss him, licking her juices off his lips and plunging a hand into the pants to wrap her fingers around his bulging member. Victor groaned, surprised, as she tugged his pants down around his knees and motioned for him to stand before gripping his shaft and attacking the tip of his cock with her soft, wet tongue.
He braced himself against the wall as she swallowed first his head and then worked the rest of his shaft into her mouth, struggling to breathe as she stroked his long shaft with her tongue in long, lazy licks. She pressed her lips around the base as she massaged his head with the back of her throat, making his knee caps shake. Lily brought a finger between her legs and slipped it inside her hot walls, tugging on her g spot as she slid his cock out and to the back of her throat once more. finally she was ready for him, and she lifted her mouth from his member, gasping.
Victor grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, knocking the breath out of her and kissing her deeply. His hand fumbled to grab his hardness and she lifted both legs and wrapped them around his waist as he slid into her to his hilt and pinned her against the wall.
He looked into her eyes for a moment, and then started to withdraw, dragging his stroke out so that he almost slid out of her completely before rushing back inside. She screamed weakly as he penetrated her, every thrust igniting every nerve ending and sending a fiery sensation through her bloodstream. He was biting her neck gently and suckng, and she dug her fingers into his ass.
"Faster, baby," she begged. The picture on the wall behind her was shaking and she was half afraid it would fall, but she gripped him more tightly as he increased his pace. He was crying out in ecstasy, kneading her breasts with his right hand and slamming into her with more speed and strength.
Lily closed her eyes as a ripple of warmth started building again, between her legs. "I'm coming," she said deliriously, and Victor started pounding her pussy frantically, moving inside her at such speeds that she couldn't catch her breath. He kissed her savagely and bit her bottom lip, bringing a cry of joy from her as her walls clenched and pulsed around his thickness and she orgamsed, calling his anm and making her mark on his back with her fingernails.
She felt him thrust a few more times, deeper and harder and much slower, digging deep into her as he erupted inside of her. He was calling out her name as he slowed and she started to catch her breath.
Finally, he slid out of her, and she kissed him more gently than before.
"Evan, robes."
Robes descended from the ceiling, and she went to wipe herself as he pulled his own on. She returned as she cinched her robe around her waist, a silky white garment that covered her ass and fell just a few inches under her cheeks. He was watching her move hungrily, and rejoiced at his reaction to her. She called for drinks and heard the clinking of ice in a glass as Evan
made Jack and Cokes in the kitchen area.
Victor sat on her couch and ruffled through the pocket in his suit jacket. "I have something to show you," he was saying, brow furrowed. He pulled out a small black box and laid it on his palm before flipping a switch. Lily watched the box expand into a flat black tablet, and a beam of light shot out before spreading into a screen, projecting a hologram. She was looking at a small model of hair wearing a lacy white gown, floor length and with a full, ruffled skirt. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and she was wearing a veil.
What?
He pushed a button and the image changed so she was wearing a short dress, flared at the waist so that it swished as the tiny hologram spun. Her hair was done in elaborate curls and she was wearing a bright miniscule grin.
"I know I said I'd keep this casual," he said, almost apologetically. But she was jumping on his lap, throwing her arms around him and kissing his face. "Okay! Let me ask!" he laughed, and she sat back.
"Will you marry me?" he asked.
"Yes!" Lily yelped, and they dissolved into laughter, and finally, kisses.
As they made love again, Lily remembered the first time she saw him---on the website, with his closed face, and how she'd felt challenged. She had felt foolish at first, and at the second meeting, but she was so glad she'd taken the chance. She watched her lover above her as their bodies pounded out music of their own, a rhythmic pattern that had grown from nothing, but that had melted into something passionate and beautiful. Her small town hadn't prepared her for this, but what had it prepared her for? Lily was glad she was adaptable, and bold. She smiled. It was in her design.
--THE END--
Kissing My Boyfriend’s Lover
Christian's life was all about work and going out with his friends. He never had a boyfriend, though he was admittedly desiring for one. One evening, after failing to do their promiscuous intentions, Christian and his friends decide to just have a midnight snack.
A cute boy sitting quietly inside a store caught Christian's attention. Little did he know, it would be the beginning of a journey he has never been in and but always wanted to take. In a journey of love and infidelity, Christian would be strong and would later devise a plan to stop and take advantage of an embarrassing situation. What happens next is beyond what's expected.
****
It seemed to be an ordinary night with Christian and his friends. They were heading back home, failed with their malicious intentions. They had a drinking session somewhere in the neighboring town and were not able to “do what they went there for”, none of them got a “booking” that night. “Booking” is a “gay lingo” term used to refer to a gay man having sex with another one (gay or straight), either through blow job, anal sex or both. That night, the boys they were drinking with did not give in to their teases, no matter how they seduced them, despite the boys being drunk.
“Okay, fine, here we go again, going back home 'hungry', my God!!!”, one of his friends complained, as the others laughed with him.
They decided to buy some snacks at a convenience store before going back home, all empty handed – or so they thought. With his observant nature, Christian quickly noticed a cute guy sitting at a table inside the store, he gazed through his nicely curved body and his hairy legs and thought he was handsome and hot. With the instinct of meeting the who the guy was, Christian decided to approach him, without thinking twice. He sat down next to the guy and greeted him.
“Hi, how are you, where do you live?” asked Christian naughtily.
The other four friends swarmed around them as they also noticed the guy was cute and Christian, once again, was shameless.
“Hey, who is he Christian?” asked one.
“Do you wanna play 'game'? Do you drink?” asked another, looking promiscuously on the guy.
The guy obviously couldn't catch up with them as they spoke fast, he just nodded and replied through them with a smile for every inquiry and touch of hand to his arm being thrown by the Christian's friends.
Christian took the initiative and asked the guy his name and phone number, which the guy didn't respond to, instead, he urged him to add his Facebook account because he lost his phone. Christian agreed, though he was doubtful. His friends then called him to go finally go home.
“Okay, goodbye for now Patrick, nice meeting you and I hope this won't be the last”, Christian bids temporary good bye to Patrick, his new acquaintance. Patrick just nodded and smirked.
Christian knew there was something about Patrick that he liked that had to discover, that he had to know about. That night, when he was already in his room, Christian excitedly looked for Patrick's Facebook account and fortunately found it – and immediately added him as a friend. Minutes later, the friend request was confirmed, they were now officially “friends”.
The two exchanged short conversations that night, including Christian's phone number and Christian went to know Patrick better than when they first met at the store, a few hours ago. Since it was already 2am, they were sleepy and had to sleep.
His days went as they used to for Christian. He would go to the office every night for his night shift duty and would go home tired and sleepy. He would spend his weekends with his friends, wandering the streets and looking for prospective “bookings”. He was happy, Christian knew it was degrading and against his family's advice to wander through the streets at late hours of the night, but it was making him happy, so he didn't mind.
One day, he received a text message from an unknown number.
“Hi. Patrick here, your Facebook friend”.
Christian immediately replied and the two started regularly texting each other. They formed a virtual friendship that was connected through their mobile phones, through constantly texting and calling. Christian was liking the turn of events. Until they decided to meet one night, to watch a last full show movie at a mall.
It was Christian's first time to meet someone, to actually liking someone and much more, to watch a movie with someone.
Inside the theatre, Christian was leaning towards Patrick as the latter was holding their popcorn and drinks. They certainly enjoyed their time together that they were not able to watch the movie properly. It became a conversation between them instead of comprehending with the movie. But it was okay.
After the movie, the two used Patrick's motor to stroll around the city and wander through quiet places. It was actually the time that the two got to ask each other with common questions usually for new acquaintances. They ate a hot porridge somewhere during their stroll and had some stop over. It was overwhelming for Christian, he never had any lover in the past, nor did he have a relationship with anyone yet. He felt differently with Patrick, who, little did Christian know, was also feeling the same.
It was 1am when they decided to go home, Patrick then drove Christian home. Before they parted, they kissed, passionately, while Patrick was sitting on his bike and Christian was standing beside him. Their kiss lasted a minute and it was also Christian's first.
Weeks had passed and the two became lovers officially. Christian introduced his first boyfriend with his family and friends. Christian's family and some friends were opposing the idea, saying that Patrick would only cheat and make Christian cry. But how could they know? Christian ignored all the warnings and continued dating Patrick.
It was on one rainy night when the two were caught in the rain during their stroll, that they decided to sleep in a nearby hotel. It was their first time to lie on a bed together, with a warm and thick blanket covering their bodies and a sound of the rain outside to complement.
They were hugging each other when Christian initiated his move, he knew he had to take advantage of the opportunity. He hugged Patrick tighter, making their distance to each other even closer. Christian kissed Patrick, while his hand was gently pressed against Patrick's back.
Patrick responded by biting his lips and poking Christian's mouth with his tongue in a twirling motion. Christian would respond by just giving in
and letting Patrick do his will. The two heated up. They undressed each other, throwing the cloth after another into their sides. Christian positioned himself atop Patrick, who was lying and facing him. He started kissing Patrick's neck, licking every space on that soft and delicate spot. Biting Patrick's ear gently that would cause Patrick to moan. Then Christian would go back, kissing Patrick and lick his beard, jaw line and was leaning over as he did so. When they exchanged positions, Patrick did the same thing to Christian.
They finally removed their underwear, Christian started licking Patrick's nipple, playing with it using his tongue and a finger poking the other nipple. Patrick held his head tighter, pushing it towards his chest.
“Aaaah shiiit...I thought you had no prior knowledge to sex...Christian, you're so good..ooohhh”, Patrick was groaning while pulling Christian's hair.
When it was time to suck Patrick's dick, Christian noticed it was already wet due to pre-cum, which he ignored. He licked the pre-cum as if it was a melting ice cream. He then licked the shaft of the manhood and engulfed the entirety of it. Going up and down and deep, Christian did so well in blow job that Patrick frequently panted.
“Aaah d-a-m-n, Christian I'm yours...aaahh”.
Patrick came inside Christian's mouth and exploded his “two-weeks old load” which Christian gladly swallowed all. Finally, his intentions came into reality. Christian initially just wanted to “taste Patrick”, no strings attached as one would say. He succeeded. They fell asleep naked and hugging each other as the rain continued to pour.
Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3) Page 108