by Anna Collins
“I didn’t even have to work that hard. Maybe it’s because I have your life in the palm of my hand. This could be just a simple matter of a nightingale syndrome masking itself as something it isn’t. I don’t know why I would even mention something like this, but I don’t want you to do anything you will regret in the morning. You can’t possibly think I would have the strength to fight you. If you want me, then all you have to do is tell me. I’m not a mind reader, but you have been sending me signals all night,” he said as I shut him up with my lips plastered against his; against the man who had me hot and bothered from the moment, I saw him at the hospital.
I put my hand on the back of his neck, scratching it lightly. I heard him moan when I started searching for his hidden erogenous zone with my tongue. I moved my hand in between us and grazed the product of my desire. I wanted something more than that, but he suddenly swayed and fell onto the floor. I tried to reach out to him, but I had very little energy to spare. I collapsed onto my knees, and my hands landed on the wood floor with my face, not more than a few inches away from the presence of his lusty offering.
He was in no condition to put up any kind of resistance. I probably should have restrained myself, but my curiosity got the best of me.
Chapter 6
It wasn’t like he could make me do anything against my better judgment. I was the one in control, and he was a puppet in my hands.
I spread his legs, pushing myself forward in a shuffling motion until I was in a perfect position.
The only sound I could hear was his breathing and the clock ticking over the stove. I knew what I was going to do, though I didn’t think I was the kind of woman who would take advantage of a man in his condition. It was precisely that reason why this got the best of me. I had regretted several things in my life, and I was not about to turn away from something that felt so right. He was there; I tried to turn away, but it was very difficult.
I started with his polo shirt, pulling it from his waistband and bringing it up until it was over his head. He made this moaning sound and seeing him in a compromising position made me smile. I felt it was my duty as a woman to give him a taste of his own medicine. I thought about all those times I had been treated like a piece of meat, and I put all of them into the tempting package in front of me.
I saw the muscles of his chest, and I tweaked his nipples, feeling naughty and then pulled my fingers away as if I had done something unforgivable. I looked around thinking somebody was going to catch me in the act, but being out there in the middle of nowhere afforded me with the opportunity to compromise my values.
“I don’t think you’re going to remember this in the morning. I can’t say for sure how far I’m going to go, but I guess I won’t know until I find my limit. You have an incredible body, and any woman would feel lucky to be in your presence. You probably think it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. I do like you have no say in this. Being intoxicated has left you considerably at my mercy,” I said, hoping he wasn’t going to open up his eyes and turn the tables on me.
I very carefully began to unzip his pants; seeing his bulge, I was taken by surprise. It looked like a sleeping giant, nestled tight in his Naked briefs. They were made of Italian material, softer than cotton or silk. There were a few things he took pride in having in his life. He did not scrimp on the finer things including the Gucci loafers. I carefully took the loafers off along with his pair of argyle socks.
He mumbled something in his inebriated state, but I really couldn’t make out what he was saying. It didn’t matter. I was more concerned with how his anatomy was going to respond to my eager touch. It seemed to sense I was there, as it flexed and began to unfurl the flag of manhood between his legs.
It took a bit of doing, but I managed to move his jeans down past his underwear until I was able to relieve him of them entirely. I could smell the heady aroma of his package, and it was an intoxicating moment which almost convinced me that what I was doing was perfectly fine.
This was the moment of truth. Could I actually go through with taking off his underwear and laying my eyes on the monument that would stretch before my eyes? I didn’t really know him, so why did it feel like I had this connection to him going beyond a meet cute kind of situation? It could have been I was getting hung up on my illness and how long I had before this life would vanish. In some small way, I wanted to experience everything and not regret a single moment. I had decided to jump in feet first.
I had to do this before I chickened out. I took hold of those briefs and pulled them down slowly, revealing the head. It looked like it could stretch any of my holes. I could actually see myself choking on it and not in a bad way. This would be one of the best things I would ever have in my mouth. Guys came and went, but they rarely had the kind of anatomy to have me come back for more. Tristan had that and then some. I thought I was just acting out because of his attitude, but now my curiosity had risen to an all-time high.
I pulled them down a little more, taking in the length and the thickness of him; it almost made me gasp out loud. I thought I was awake, but I don’t think I had ever opened up my eyes until this moment. It was an awe-inspiring spectacle; one I couldn’t take my eyes off. When I had his underwear off his body, I spread his legs to see those family jewels which looked ready to explode with his creamy goodness.
I got closer while watching it lying against his stomach leaving behind a sticky residue of his excitement. I touched it with my finger, finding the texture familiar, and then I stuck it in my mouth, tasting him for the first time. It was the most brazen and naughty thing I had ever done in my life, and I loved every minute of it. I traced my long red fingernail down that vein in the back to get its attention. I could feel it throb against only just an innocent touch of mine.
Grabbing it around the base, I brought it up to where I could see it standing tall and proud. It was not of average length; I would estimate at least 9 inches and thick enough to be one hell of a ride. I reached down, unbuttoning my jeans and I pulled down my zipper so I could put my hand down into my panties which were already soaking wet. I stroked his member; that long and delicious looking scepter of love as I handled my business with one finger slurping effortlessly into my tight sheath.
I slid that finger back and forth with the same motion I was making with my hand up and down his long and demanding presence. Each time I came to the head, I would bring the skin over the top, eliciting a flex of his hips and a slight moan from out of nowhere.
“Don’t you dare ruin this for me by getting off before I do. Wait, I can control it, and any woman worth their salt knows when a man is ready to cum. I’m no different, and I have had my fair share of dalliances to know the signs of an impending orgasm,” I said to the sleeping man who really didn’t have any answers to give me.
Each time I gave him one long stroke, his white hot nectar would spill over the top. It made it easier to slip and slide up and down at a steady pace. I was grinding my teeth together and kept staring at what could have been considered a mirage. I wanted to go further with this. When my hand came back down and got to the base again, I gave it a tighter grip and then stuck out my tongue and circled his glands.
I kept my eye on him the entire time, waiting for the inevitable moment when he was going to realize what was going on and break free of his liquor induced state. I soaked the entire helmet, the mushroom tip now glistening with my saliva, and I began to take his knob into my mouth. I gave it a spit shine, popping it in and out before I became more comfortable with what I was doing. I only had to briefly touch his nipples to make his cock jump as if a live wire had been attached to his testicles.
“Oh, my God… Jessica, I fucking knew you would come back and save me. You said you would never do this again and that the last time was a mistake,” he suddenly said. His confession was not exactly a surprise for me. I had a brief understanding Jessica, and Tristan did have something in the past, but nothing that had lasted. She was happy in her relationship.
; I had half of him in my mouth tapping at the back of my throat. I was not opposed to taking all of him, but it would have been nice if he was there to approve my technique. Underneath it all, he might have thought I was Jessica, but I was going to prove him otherwise.
“Please… do it…do it…like I know you can. I have been without you for almost a year, and I think you have ruined me for other women,” he said with his eyes closed, still in the dreamscape of being with Jessica one more time.
I used my hand to manipulate his balls, squeezing them slightly to hear his outcry of pleasure. There was a burst from the top that squirted one long line of his cream down my throat. It was the perfect way to take him all the way down to the balls. I held him there in my throat, looking up and then seeing he wasn’t exactly out of commission.
His eyes were hazy, and the look on his face was of a drunken person who had no idea what was going on. I had to admit the expression of pleasure and euphoria on his face, really did have me wanting to finish what I had started. This was a spicy affair, and I had no interest leaving my spot until he reached the apex of his pleasure.
“I… I have to be dreaming, and I hope I never…wake up. If I’m dreaming, then this has to be my fantasy coming true. I have wanted you to suck my cock from the moment I saw you sitting there with your legs spread and those puffy red lips looking too delicious to ignore,” he said letting me know he did take a good long look at me when I fell back against the table in the hospital. I thought he did, but this only confirmed my suspicion. It kind of gave me a thrill to know he couldn’t help himself but to look in my direction.
He grabbed my head and made me take him. I showed no visible signs of a gag reflex. I had managed to get over this, as it was something guys were almost begging for after the first time. They couldn’t get the same thing from their girlfriends or significant others.
I gobbled his meat, warmed his balls with the palm of my hand and fingered my sweet delight at the same time. I began moaning with him in my mouth, feeling slightly embarrassed by my actions, but not able to stop myself from doing it. He was coming closer, and with each swipe of my tongue it only infuriated his member and made it ready to express itself in a more visual way.
“Yes… Yes… Oh, my god…you’ve got the magic touch. I don’t think anybody can match up to the likes of you. I fucking needed this, and I only hope I will remember it in the… MORNINGGGGGG,” his head snapped back and the scream coming out of his mouth could have even scared wild animals.
The fire erupted from his loins with one blast after another. I was barely able to contain my excitement as I shook and shivered through my own climactic end. It was a simultaneous moment which was rare like an elusive unicorn. I kept up with the demand, swallowing over and over again until his explosion subsided to something more manageable. I skimmed my hand up around the length of him, seeing him shudder and trying to push me away in vain. His eyes were wide open, and then he let out this deep and satisfied sigh before falling back into the same unconscious state he had been. I still had him in my mouth, a distinct flavor I hadn’t had the pleasure of in about four weeks. There was something different about every man. However, he had a unique taste which couldn’t be beaten. I licked my lips and sat back on my knees looking at his depleted rod. It was beautiful and still semi hard. It would have been so easy to climb on board and ride that train all the way to the station.
I was tempted, but I thought better of it. I was going to do it, but I wanted him to be in his right mind and not some hostage of the liquor running through his veins. I wanted to feel his vigorous and masculine hands wrapped around me, driving me out of my mind, taking pleasure from giving me pleasure. I got up and dragged his unconscious body to the couch. He was still naked, and I had already relieved him of the shirt tied around his arms. He was a big man, but I finally did manage to settle him in for the evening. I found a green comforter over the side of the couch and threw it over him.
I sat down with my hands up against my face, completely mortified I had done something which would be considered unbecoming. I didn’t even know if I liked him, but I had gone well and beyond the casual stage of a friendly hello. If he remembered this tomorrow morning, then it was going to be really awkward. However, it could be that his smile would tell me everything I needed to know without even having to mention the way I had serviced him.
I lay back on the couch with my eyes looking up at the ceiling for any of the answers I was seeking. This person he had mentioned sounded suspicious, and I wasn’t sure what to expect from a man who found my condition to be fascinating. But then again, I could probably say the same thing about Tristan. It was time to take a few risks for the big reward. I had to look past my fears.
Chapter 7
I had managed to make my way to the bedroom down the hall. I slept in his bed, wearing the very same shirt I had captured him with. The smell alone lulled me into a deep slumber and had me passed out within minutes of wearing it.
I was feeling guilty in the morning. After taking a much-needed shower to wash off any evidence of the crime I had committed, I went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. The lump on the couch told me he was still sleeping it off. It was only 5:30 AM and the sun had not even broken the barrier between night and day. I could see the lake from where I was standing. It had this calmness; it gave me a feeling of tranquility in my heart.
I had the Maxwell coffee brewing and a couple of eggs in the pan when I heard the telltale sign of him waking up and stretching. I didn’t want to turn in case my facial expression gave away what had happened last night.
“I feel I need to apologize. I don’t usually indulge that much, and maybe it’s the holidays getting me down. I don’t have many friends. I mean, I have a lot of colleagues, but many of them wouldn’t spit on me even if I was on fire. However, I have to tell you, I have a few blanks in my memory about last night. I seem to recall drinking, laughing and having fun, but then everything after this becomes a blur. I don’t suppose you want to tell me how I got undressed? I know I didn’t do it and if I did, I certainly don’t recall taking off my pants and my underwear, leaving them here by the kitchen,” he said with me trying to find a way to backpedal as soon as possible.
“I didn’t want to say anything, but I guess I have to. You tried to put the moves on me last night, and I rebuffed your advances. When you didn’t get your way, you did a very obscene striptease for me which had me as a captive audience of one. I don’t mind telling you I was uncomfortable, but it was quite compelling,” I said hoping he would believe me and then let this incident become a distant memory.
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“I don’t know what came over me…what came…wait…that’s not exactly how it happened. Something’s coming back, and you should be ashamed of yourself for putting the blame on me. I don’t remember you taking off my pants, but I do vividly recall a pair of lips, and it definitely wasn’t my own. I wouldn’t even know how to bend that way even if I wanted to. I would certainly need extreme lessons in yoga to make this work. If a guy could do that, then they wouldn’t need girls at all. Then again, the feelings I got could never come from something I could do for myself,” he said while staring at me, making me feel as if I was the one on trial.
I stood accused in front of him, and I wanted him to know he could never break me. I think my criminal activities were evident by the way I couldn’t look him in the eye. Why was he taking pleasure in my discomfort? He had praised my technique after all. I didn’t regret a single moment. I would do the same again. The prison walls of my illness had turned me into a woman ready to throw caution to the wind.
“You must have been dreaming. I had no idea you even thought of me like that. I’m not sure what you want me to say, and I kind of find it flattering you actually had a wet dream about me,” I said, wanting to say something in my own defense, but instead I was throwing it back at him.
He grabbed me by the arms and turned me to face him. I saw the look in his eyes, while he set th
em up and down my body, licking his lips, getting the profound image of my mouth enveloping him down to where he was no longer visible.
“I think the lady protests a little bit too much. You’re trying to make this my fault and save face. I understand how you feel you did something wrong, but trust me I’m not casting stones. I would have liked to have been at my best when something like that happened, but I do remember the feeling which surpassed all others. Sometimes I picture you naked. I don’t feel embarrassed saying this after what you did. I don’t know if last night was just one of those things, but I see the chemistry we have between us is something we should pursue. Last night was just the beginning and where it goes from here depends on whether or not you feel the same thing,” he said as he had let me go and was now squeezing some fresh orange juice.
“I’m not sure of what I feel and everything that’s been going on. It’s like it’s happening to somebody else. I get the feeling you would catch me if I fell. I’m probably going to do that emotionally, and I’m going to need you to be my rock. Am I asking for too much? Isn’t it true a man feels responsible for a woman’s safety and protection? That they don’t want to do anything to see a woman cry? I don’t know if what happened last night will happen again and it will depend on the circumstances,” I said letting last night replay in my mind, thinking how stupid I was not to saddle up and give this cowboy a wild filly to tame.