by Haley Pierce
I throw my head back, speechless and exhilarated. Then his tongue finds a rhythm, licking its way around my flesh. My whole body tingles with feeling. “Oh, my gosh . . .” I murmur.
“Good?” he mumbles, but I can’t bring myself to say anymore. Because just then, his tongue spears inside me, forcing a moan from my throat.
No. More than good. Phenomenal.
I bite my tongue as his explorations get wilder, as I start to feel my own wetness, trickling out of me. The blood is pumping madly through my body. He’s going to make me come, and fast. And I love it. I love it so much; I have no idea why I waited this long.
Lifting my ass from the bench, he continues to circle my clit ravenously with his tongue. Then he brings the whole of my cunt to his mouth, sucking deeply on it, making me cry out.
I look down at him, at the lower half of his face, buried between my thighs. At the look of pure, hungry enjoyment he’s getting from this, from giving me pleasure. Those blue eyes are locked on mine, heavy lidded and animalistic. That’s all I need to send me over the edge of oblivion.
When I come, I try to muffle the noise, by biting on my fist to muffle my scream, but he grabs my wrist from my mouth. He wants me to scream, so I do. I moan loud enough to rock the car, thrashing against the seat, throwing myself back with abandon as the waves of pleasure course through my body, again and again.
“OH, my gosh,” I whisper as he snakes up next to me and lays his body against mine. His face is wet and glistening, his gaze hot on me. He has me on his face, my taste. I kiss him hard, and his tongue and mouth are on fire from me, filled with my musky, pungent essence. That he can’t get enough of that taste, that he sucked on my clit like a greedy, hungry animal, is enough to make this kiss deeper and more erotic than any I’d ever experienced.
“You’re perfect,” he tells me, fingering my belly ring once more, cupping my tits again. “Even more beautiful than I even imagined. And trust me, I imagined you a hell of a lot.”
“You did?” I’d blush if I wasn’t flushed all over, feeling my body come down from the orgasm. I’m shivering and satisfied, but not nearly satisfied enough.
But just then, the limousine slows to a stop. He pushes up to his knees and looks outside the darkened windows. “This is our stop, Lily.”
I look around, finding my dress, and hold it to my breasts.
“But I don’t want to stop,” he adds, looking at me. “Come up to my apartment with me.”
I smile. “Yes. I don’t want to stop, either.” I reach over and run a finger down his open shirt, then play with a button. “I want to be fucked by you.”
He blinks, the hunger deep and full in his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Any way you want to fuck me,” I tell him. “Even if you want to be kinky and tie me up somewhere. Or spank me.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary. If we’re going to do this, we’ll do it on my bed, okay?” he says. “No interruptions. Because I’m going to want to be with you all night long.”
I nod my heart beating out of my chest from the way he’s looking at me.
I put the dress over my head, settling it down over my hips so I’m presentable, and he pockets my bra and panties. Finding my heels, I slip into them, as his eyes graze my breasts. My dark nipples and pubic hair are visible beneath the pale pink. He touches one, and instantly, it hardens, making it worse. Then he takes his jacket and drops it over my shoulders. I savor the delicious woodsy-citrus scent, and it only makes me wetter for him. “Come on.”
He pushes open the limo door and we’re in a part of the city that looks a bit familiar. I think it might be the Upper West Side, where the Suitors Club is. He guides me to a set of revolving doors, and to a bank of elevators, giving a wave to the old woman at the front desk, who calls, “Have a great day, Mr. Winchester!”
Great day? All I can think is that this is probably the best, most enthralling day of my life. His hand is on mine, and he’s doing those comforting circles on my palm. Anyone who is looking at us must know what we’re headed for, from the flush in my cheeks and the way I’m wearing his jacket to the way his normally perfect hair is slightly rumpled. As the elevator doors open, he guides me inside, pressing the button and cornering me against the gleaming mirrored walls. Forehead pressed against mine, he stares intently into my eyes as if I’m the only woman left in the world.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, pressing the number. I look over his shoulder and see it. Twenty-four.
The penthouse, of course. Max Winchester does nothing but the best. I frown.
“What?” he asks, his mouth readying to descend onto mine.
“We have to wait twenty-four floors,” I pout. “I don’t know if I can.”
“We don’t have to,” he says, a wicked look in his eyes, before kissing me hungrily, caged between his forearms.
But before the elevator doors can close, a group of women run up to the door, putting their hands in just at the last moment. They’re oblivious to us, as they’re so busy engaged in a conversation about somebody’s wedding. Instantly, the elevator is filled with the competing scents of their perfumes.
Max looks over his shoulder and frowns at them, then smiles at me and shrugs. “To be continued,” he mouths into my ear, before separating from me and putting his hands at his sides, like a good boy.
We spend the next few minutes standing shoulder-to-shoulder behind the women, innocently watching the digital display over the door count the floor, when all I can really think about is having his hands on me. He must know what I’m thinking, because within moments, I feel his hand caress my backside, kneading it for a moment before sliding under the dress.
I’m bare there, so he has plenty of room to roam. He runs his finger back and forth on the crack of my ass, and when I part my feet, he finds his way between my legs. Meanwhile, the women continue their gunfire conversation, never stopping to take breath.
I watch Max’s wolfish grin in the mirrored doors, see my own lips part and emit a gasp as he lightly rubs his fingers over my clit. He probes further, inserting a finger into me, then two. I’m so wet I can feel the juices dripping down my thighs. When the elevator dings and the doors begin to slide open, I’m rocking back and forth, ever so slightly, on his fingers, feeling dirty and yet so fucking hot.
The women all leave, without even a glance back at us. That’s a good thing, because I’m sure they would’ve had a heart attack, seeing that Max hasn’t removed his fingers from my cunt, and my dress is up high on my thighs. I’m shameless, though. I want whatever he wants to give me.
Maybe I am the kinky girl he wanted.
“Thought they’d never leave,” he says, pushing the Door Close button and turning to me even before they’ve fully shut. He looks into my eyes. “You’re okay with this?”
His hand is still wrapped around my backside and continues to work my cunt, his thumb making soft, circular movements over my clit. It’s a mind-blowing feeling. My whole body is buzzing. I can’t even think. What is he talking about? “What?”
“With all of this. With me touching you like this?”
“God,” I groan, throwing my head back so he can have at my neck. His lips graze my throat, and I gasp as his fingers find their way under the dress, caressing my ass, sending fireworks of intense pleasure through my body. “If you stop now, Max, seriously. I’ll kill you.”
Max
As miserable and world-ending as I’d thought it once was, the second Lily put her hands on me, everything about the meeting with my father was forgotten. And I was hers.
Right now, as we rise to my penthouse apartment in the elevator, my senses are working in overdrive. I’m not thinking, I’m feeling. I have her permission, and stopping is not an option.
I lift the dress to her armpits, baring her cunt and her beautiful tits to me. I lean down, sucking on each of nipples in turn, listening to the small sounds of pleasure she makes as I peak each nipple to a diamond point. Then, I kneel b
efore her, putting my hands on those full hips of hers, kissing her tight abdomen and running my tongue along that sexy belly ring in her navel.
There is a gilded bar around the perimeter of the elevator, so I lift her ass up there and wrap those long legs around my hips, running my hands up and down the length of those smooth, creamy limbs. I press her wet, hot core against my cock, wishing the fabric of my pants wasn’t separating us. I’m so hard, and when I press against her I get harder yet. God, she fits around me so perfectly, it’s unlike any feeling I’ve ever had. It’s a wonder I don’t come right now.
I lift her off the railing, cradling her ass, and she wraps her legs even more tightly around me and I carry her out the open doors. We’re devouring each other’s lips, but I don’t need to look because the only thing in my apartment I’m concerned about is my bed. When I lay her back on the king bed, the only scenery I can focus on her. The one thing in my head, right now, is getting us naked. I rip off my shirt, lower my dress pants to the ground, then climb on the bed, hovering over her. She helps to pull that dress over her head, and I slip the tie from her hair so her dark hair spills over her shoulders.
“I want to . . .” She licks her lips, picks up the band of my boxer briefs, and dips her fingers inside, lightly brushing the erectness of my cock, with just a whisper touch. “Oh, my God,” she breathes.
“Are you okay?”
“Um. Just . . . you’re huge.”
I chuckle. “I’m about average, but thanks for the extra vote of confidence.”
I know what she’s thinking. How can I fit inside her? I wrap my arms tightly around her, steadying her, and kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry. I won’t ever hurt you, Lily.”
She nods, then peeks into my boxer briefs again. “How do I . . .?”
“You’ve never touched a man’s cock before?”
She shakes her head shyly, my pristine little angel, naked and gorgeous, wanting me to show her how to please me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a more exciting moment in my life. My cock agrees, because it’s pulsating now, almost maddeningly, just aching for her touch.
“You can’t hurt me. Touch me any way you like.”
She sucks in a breath, preparing herself for this undertaking. “Okay.”
I feel a soft finger graze mushroom head, the spongy softness which gives under pressure of her fingertip. The first few strokes are light, easy, just a whisper touch. She runs her fingers lightly down the veined, thick shaft of my cock, experimenting.
“Do you want to see?” I ask. I lower the boxer briefs over my hips and ass.
“Oh!” In the dim orange light filtering in from the one lamp in my room, she studies it, drawing a lip behind her teeth. Her fingers never leave it. She trails her fingers up and down, leaving not an inch untouched. Her touch is electric, shooting right up through my center.
I let out a ragged breath as she, emboldened now, grabs his thick shaft and then runs her finger over the tip. She leaves her finger there for a moment, studying it, almost scientifically, all the while licking those lips of hers. When her hand cups my balls, a small groan escapes my mouth. Hell, yes. That’s too good.
“Is this okay?”
I nod. “Beyond that.”
She bites her lip as I nudge my boxer briefs down to my knees. Her eyes find mine in the darkness as she kneels before me, still playing with my balls. “I love your cock, Max. Do you want me to put my mouth on it?”
Goddamn. “Yes.” My voice is strangled as I straddle the line between sanity and sheer madness.
She lifts the weight of my cock, feeling it in her hand, and leans forward. She touches her tongue to the very tip of my cock, which is enough to tear a groan of pleasure from my throat. Her tongue a white-hot, electric spear, she flicks her tongue just over the top at first, then trails her downward, over the mushroom head, leaving not a bit of spongy flesh unexplored.
One thought occurs to me, then: There is no way in hell that this is her first time. It can’t possibly be.
She licks on, travelling down the length of me, until I can’t help it. I let out a tortured moan and my head falls back against the pillow, so I’m gazing at the ceiling. I close my eyes. I had wanted to watch her first explorations, but this is too much.
Now, all I can do is feel.
I thread my fingers through her hair and groan as she takes the whole head into her mouth, surrounding me fully. She flicks her tongue over the surface in quick, circular motions. I’m beyond hard now, like a rock, and even though she’d though I was huge, it’s clearly no deterrent to her. Suddenly, she opens her mouth and sucks down, far, far, far, until I must be scraping the back of her throat.
“God, that’s phenomenal. Just like that,” I murmur, pushing her head back down when she comes up.
But something tells me that I don’t need to put in the effort. She may be a virgin, but she’s born for this. She sucks me in, deeper still, the next time, and again, until my cock is pulsating and begging for release.
I let her throat me again, deeply, one more time, my cock pulsating between her lips. Her lips make a smacking noise as I pull her off of me, letting my cock fall on my abdomen. Her eyes are wide. “Was it okay?”
I chuckle. “Beyond okay. But if you sucked me once more, I was going to come.”
She blinks. I can see that she doesn’t believe she has the power to turn men on. But she does. Goddamn, she has more power than she knows. “Oh.”
“Come here,” I tell her.
She does. She slinks up to me, hovering over my body so that her tits hand down, nipples grazing my chest. I take one of them in my hand, running a finger over the nipple. “You’re so gorgeous,” I say, my cock hard between us. I kiss her cheek, take her earlobe into my mouth, sucking on it. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Oh. Yes,” she says shakily.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “More than anything.”
“All right.” Taking a breath, I lift her carefully, positioning her back on the mattress. I roll over her, poising myself over her, resting on one forearm as I kiss her deeply. I kneel between her legs, applying light pressure with my hands, so that she is slowly spread open to me. I had two fingers in her before, and I know she’s ready for a little more. I position myself at her entrance, just inches from euphoria. I can’t wait any longer.
I press forward, just the slightest bit.
And she welcomes me. I feel her stretching around me, slowly, as I move in, inch by agonizing inch, my eyes locked on hers.
“I’m not hurting you?” I murmur, finding myself in the tightest, most perfect place I’ve ever been. Oh, fucking god, this is good.
“No. Oh, no,” she whispers, her hot, damp skin against mine. “I love this. I love being like this with you.”
And then I’m in, buried completely inside her. My forehead falls against hers, and as I lie there, motionless, our hearts beating in sync, I know I’ve never felt anything like this before. “Goddamn, Lily. You’re sublime.”
“Is that . . . all of you?” she asks.
I let out a tortured laugh. “Yes.”
“Oh, my gosh,” she whispers.
“It’s okay? It’s not hurting?”
“No,” she whispers, her voice an octave higher with excitement. “It’s amazing. You feel so good inside me.”
I lower my mouth against hers and kiss her, hot and urgent. Her hand trails down the curve of my back, cupping my ass, and I feel a tremor between us. I can’t be sure where it starts, because we’re one, now.
“I’m . . . God,” I start, unable to fully describe this feeling. All the women I’ve been with . . . it’s like I’ve been searching for this fit, all the time. The woman who would fit my Cinderella’s slipper. “You were made for me, you know that? I don’t want to move ever again because you fit me so well.”
She lets out a giggle. “Then don’t.”
I don’t know how long we stay there, eyes locked, hips flush, hearts beating together
. This moment is frozen in eternity, one I’ll sure as hell never forget. It’s too damn good.
I slowly pull out in a slick, frictionless slide. My cock leaving her, coming out halfway, creates an emptiness that can only fill me in one way. Her delicate hand gently nudges my ass back, and I can’t contain it. I suddenly thrust into her, forcing a moan out of her throat.
“Oh,” she moans. “Oh, fuck.”
I love it when she talks dirty like that. I’m moaning in pleasure, too, in chorus with her, a sound that only makes me want to keep this going. My next thrust makes her pussy clench in pleasure, and the next time, she rocks in rhythm with me, getting the hang of it, meeting each thrust with her own.
“You’re still good, right?”
She nods. “Oh my God, Max. Don’t stop.”
And I don’t. I keep it going, heart against heart, tongue working in chorus with hers, until we are only one being, two halves of a whole, working in perfect synchronicity. The buzzing in my body builds and builds to a world-shattering crescendo, and I want to scream and cry and thank God for this feeling, all at once.
Suddenly, I feel her tense, and she lets out another moan. “I think I’m . . . oh, god, Max.”
I thrust again and again, moaning more as I kiss her, halting and stuttering, losing the rhythm, finding it again, and I’m close. “You feel like heaven. I’m sorry. I can’t hold it much longer. I’m going to come.”
“It’s okay,” she says, sinking her teeth into my shoulder. “I’m . . . I’m coming, too. Oh god!”
That’s all I need to hear. When I explode into her, I can’t help but toss my head back and let out a muffled scream. My mouth finds her throat, sucking on it, devouring her down to her tits as I come, in smooth, swift waves, our bodies trembling together.
We lie there for a while, panting and together as one, as I rest my forehead on her shoulder. Then I slowly slide out, and crawl next to me. “Lily.” I whisper her name, over and over again, seeking out her eyes in the dim light. “Lily. Lily.”