We’ve stopped kissing, trying to catch our breaths, but she won’t stop rubbing me. Goddamn, she’s beautiful; every inch of her is smashing. She nods her head and I nod back, not sure what I’ve just agreed to, but there is very little I wouldn’t agree to at this junction. She lowers her head and starts kissing down my chest; she licks and flickers her tongue at each of my nipples, stopping to slowly kiss the tattoo over my heart, which causes my heart to explode, too. I have never had anybody touch my tattoo before, let alone kiss it. I don’t know what I fucking feel, but it’s like someone set my insides on fire and I’m willing to let them burn. Please God, don’t let her stop. I don’t even want her to look away; this moment needs to go on forever.
Her lips continue down my stomach, slowly teasing me along the way, her eyes not once abandoning me and it’s the closest I’ve ever been to baring my soul to a girl. She is with me, not with Louis Bruel, not with Jeffery Rossi, she is with me—Liam Knight, by choice. She moves lower, positioning herself at my crotch. My cock looks enormous in her hands and it feels surreal doing this with her. She pumps and rubs my tip over her closed lips, spreading my pre-cum, in the perfect position to take me in. Open your mouth and taste me, I beg her telepathically because I don’t reckon myself capable of actually speaking. The tip of my shaft touches her smooth skin and I know she’s about to taste me. I’m about to shatter.
How did we get here? How did I manage to get this beautiful woman I’ve just met under the worst possible circumstances to allow me to ram my dick in her mouth? All I can think is God bless America; this girl is going to make me see stars today.
“Hungry Eyes” by Eric Carmen
I’m in the middle of an out-of-body experience and I can’t stop, or even slow it down. The hunger that this man has unleashed inside of me will not be satisfied until we’re both passed out cold.
His dick feels perfect, I’m acting like a complete slut, and it feels even more perfect. I shouldn’t think of Emily right now, but she wasn’t kidding about his balls. I don’t have much to go on from personal experience, but I have yet to see anything resembling Liam’s balls attached to a human. I have an unexplained animalistic need to taste him and smell him and make out with his impressive penis. I play with his tip and spread the moisture around my lips like lip gloss, failing to play it cool and dying to taste every part of him. I know I shouldn’t be comparing him to anybody or even letting my mind think of anything but him and us and this, but I can’t help it. This is my first sexual experience with somebody other than Jeff. I’ve never seen or touched another man’s privates besides his and I’m kinda sorta nervous. I’ve had plenty of practice with silicone dildos, but never with anybody other than Jeffery.
Besides being scared, euphoric, and beyond aroused by this guy that has invaded my life and is turning everything upside down, I’m also trying to put this whole thing into perspective. Once we’re finished, I need to make sure my brain files this encounter and places it on the right shelf. To him, I’m just a quick lay, but he is my key to freedom. This means more to me than Liam will ever know. If I can do this with him, then I can do this with anybody, not just Jeffery Rossi.
He won’t take his eyes off me, and we haven’t said a word to each other since he named that damn song that he had no right knowing, let alone uttering it as I literally attacked him. I’ve never had this kind of connection, this type of understanding, a silent bond with another person, except Emily. I never even knew it was possible to have someone other than Emily get me.
I need to calm my feelings because I know this stranger doesn’t know me and how fucked up I am on the inside. He’s just sexually frustrated and I’m a willing participant, but since I’m also a liar, my heart has already convinced my head that he loves me, that he can’t take his eyes off of me, and that there is no one on earth he would rather be fucking and loving right now but me.
I thought when I first asked him to fuck me that I would be wishing and dreaming for him to be Jeff, but I’m not. This experience belongs to Liam and me and no one else. I can’t wait to see his eyes when he finally enters me. Just thinking about him being inside me makes me dizzy with lust. I don’t know much about him, but I do know that it won’t be the usual regret or sadness in his eyes that I always see in Jeff’s.
I’ve teased him enough. I open my mouth to finally have my first taste of Liam fucking Knight and I love how he watches me, waiting, holding his breath. I grip him with both hands and lick him from root to tip like a skilled slut, swirling my tongue from side to side. He sits up a bit to move all my hair off my face, making sure he gets a full view of both my mouth and my eyes as I attempt to suck his cock whole. I like the pained sounds that come out of his mouth; I can tell he’s trying hard not to make any noise. I stop the root-to-tip licking and open my mouth to take him in, to have my first fill of him. I’m only a few inches in before he jerks my head up by my hair with some force.
“I know I shouldn’t be talking, but I want you to know this is not how I imagined today would pan out. But there is no other place on Earth I would rather be than right here with you, Sara. I’m praying the feeling is mutual.”
I still have his dick in my mouth as he says this, which is kinda sweet, but hard to acknowledge in my current predicament. I try to give him a smile with a mouth full of cock, but I can’t get more of him in because he’s holding me back. I want to tell him to let go of my hair so I can continue sucking him off, but he merely looks at me with my mouth stretched wide, looking slightly confused. Maybe he doesn’t like my fellatio skills or maybe I’m supposed to be doing something else? But then he cups my scalp with both hands and starts guiding me further down while pushing himself into me, rewarding me with his sound effects. I thought I was in control of this blowjob business, but I’m mistaken; Liam has full control and I like it.
He has a firm grip on my head as he pumps himself into my mouth. I can see when he starts to lose it. His eyes fight to stay open and he struggles to keep calm. He’s acquired that deranged, panicked expression that I had a few minutes ago when I attacked him after he spoke ‘80s to me.
“There is no way I’m bloody losing it and coming after a one-minute head job. That is not how this will go down in history,” he says, which makes me laugh hard. I let go of his dick and continue to laugh with tears running down my face. I’ve never in my life made a guy come—well, I never in my life made Jeff come from just a blowjob—and if Liam were to come from this simple act alone, my ego and I would be incredibly grateful to him and his impatient dick.
When I stop rolling on the bed laughing, I say to him, “God, Liam, I wish you would come in my mouth. I’ve never made Jeff come just from oral before.”
His eyebrow turns up at my comment and then he pulls me up on top of him. “What am I going to do with you? I’ve never come from oral, either, so it could be a first for both of us.” He gives me a kiss—it’s slow and sweet. He pulls away and adds, “Don’t talk about him when we’re naked. You can tell me anything and everything about your life, but not yet.”
After gazing into his eyes for as long as I have, I could probably describe every magnificent flake and different shade of blue that make up the most beautiful eyes—besides Emily’s—I’ve ever seen. I run my hands through his hair and that, too, is made of different shades of blond. Fuck, I hope I don’t grow fond of him, because he makes it too easy to like him. We’re getting as physically close as two people can and it’s perfect. Shouldn’t I feel wrong about being with him? No, it can’t be wrong. With each touch, nothing about us feels wrong. I don’t know this feeling of being with someone and not feeling disgraceful about it. I will always look for a reason why I shouldn’t be with someone, thanks to my history. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could just enjoy a moment like this with a stranger for what it is?
It’s peaceful just being by his side in a quiet room, nestled inside a private retreat atop a New York City landmark. My heart beats faster than it has in a very long time and yet it’s
a calm kind of chaos; I’m at peace. I think of how we pass hundreds of people every day and each one of them has a story. I have a story, Liam has a story, and we know close to nothing about each other, and yet I feel that he gets me better than all my friends and family combined. I haven’t told him anything, but he’s the only person in the world that I want to.
He looks at me and yet I don’t feel ashamed for looking back. I haven’t lied to him about my life, and that alone makes me want to live, to keep going, to start again. I haven’t wanted that in forever. He doesn’t even comprehend what he’s doing for me and I’m not sure I will ever be able to repay him for this, but Liam is saving me—one look at a time.
“Thank you, for this,” I say, and feel like a moron the second the words are out of my mouth. I blush at my stupidity and can’t believe I’ve said thank you to a dude for agreeing to fuck me. This has to be a new low, even for me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. It’s like I’m thanking you for being my fuck buddy.”
“You don’t need to thank me, or apologize, or even say another word. I’m trying to figure out what’s happening between us and I’m…I’m…I’m all right with not fully understanding. You’re lovely and I’m grateful you’re here with me, and it’s bloody insane because I didn’t even know you existed before yesterday.”
I love hearing him talk; his words are just right. If he knew what his words do to me, he would probably run for his life. I want him, and it’s surreal being here with him, both of us wanting the same thing—sex! He smiles and I can’t help but mirror it with my own lips. Boys could make you smile; boys should make you smile! I think I may have found a British boy that can make me smile for a little bit and forget the world.
“Let me see all of you, Sara. Take your shorts and knickers off and sit in my lap,” he says very casually, and his naughty request makes my insides twitch and pulse. I don’t argue; I mean, come on, even I know that if a gorgeous British boy asks you to sit naked on his cock…you do it!
I remove whatever is left of my clothing and straddle this sexy stranger without needing to be asked twice. He takes one look at my bare pussy and then lifts me up to adjust his erection, placing it up toward his stomach, and lowering me again to sit flush on his massive balls. I love that we’re skin-to-skin and his length is right between my folds. His cock is pressed perfectly underneath me, almost reaching his belly button, and the thought of him inside me is euphoric, causing me to full-on leak all over his hard on. He cups both my breasts, giving them a hard squeeze and then circles my nipples with his thumbs. As I look down at his fingers working my nipples, I spot my dark hair cascading down my shoulders, which is probably the longest it’s ever been. I almost forgot that my hair is not dirty blond anymore. The color seems even darker against my naked skin. It’s weird that this is how he knows me. He’s never met the lying, cheating Sara that belonged to Jeffery. He only knows the real me from this point on.
I start to slowly undulate on the length of his pulsating and twitching dick beneath my pussy. I can taste how bad I want him inside me, but I’m enjoying our foreplay. Once you have sex, it’s done; you can never have that unknown moment back. I crave the intimacy we’re about to experience; however, I do find myself enjoying the anticipation. It’s inevitable that we will consummate our “friends with benefits” status shortly, but I need to first commit all the emotions I’m having to memory before we cross all lines. I will revisit and enjoy these memories over and over, and therefore, I must take my time. He likes to watch me, and I love watching how he unconsciously lets his tongue hang out while he plays with my tits. He makes a deep moaning sound every time I slide up and down his hardness. I need to remember these sounds.
“How do you come, Sara?” he asks me breathlessly. “Do you come during or prior to intercourse, or both?” he continues in between our combined groans.
I’ve never had anyone ask me that before. I don’t come during sex since Jeff always makes me come before he’s inside of me. I guess I come before sex, then. “I’ve never come during sex,” I decide to say to him, which makes him stop moving for a second before a huge smile spreads over his face.
“Good, you and I are about to have many epic firsts, Sara. It’s like you’re a virgin.”
It’s cute that he thinks he can make me orgasm during intercourse. The man I’ve loved and been sexually active with for over a decade has never been able to make me climax during sex. I smirk, thinking, I’m not about to argue as I continue sliding up and down his perfectly hard, lubricated dick.
“You Spin Me Round” by Dead or Alive
My knob is glistening with her juice and I bloody love having sex during the daytime, with the sunlight on her body like a spotlight. I can’t take my eyes off our point of contact as she rubs up and down my length. She’s beautiful, I don’t remember thinking she was this beautiful last night at the pub, but it’s undeniable. I’ve never been with a girl that needed me as much as Sara needs me, not even Emily, and it makes me want her in a strange, wonderful way.
What could she be lying about to Emily? The thought pops in my mind. I don’t reckon her lying if she tried. I just hope to God she’s not seriously involved with that Rossi fella. The stupid bloke doesn’t make her come during sex, he doesn’t blow his load while she sucks him off, and I know he leaves her before the sun comes up; what is the matter with him? I loathe him! I shouldn’t even think about him; I need to just enjoy the way she makes me feel. She looks at me like I’m a rock star, and I love that! I hope she doesn’t look at him like this. I try and fail not to think about him as I squeeze her petite-sized, perfect tits together. Her nipples are dark and round and practically look painted on against her milk-colored skin. I ought to make her feel special, craved, and instead, I have this egotistical need to make sure she won’t fucking look at him ever again without thinking of me. After we fuck, what if she goes back to him? This broken ballerina should find a new man, a good man.
I slide my hand down to her smooth cunt and find her clit, giving it a polish with my thumb. My tanned hands accentuate her fair-colored skin. She has zero hair and her softness drives me bonkers. I can smell our arousal and the scent makes my mouth water. As much as my dick tickles to be inside her, I know she needs to come first. A gentleman always lets his lady go first. I don’t know her body well enough to make this good for both of us and I’m not sure how many chances I’ll have to get it right. We ought to play and get acquainted first prior to fucking. My tongue hasn’t even been formerly introduced to her pussy yet.
Her intoxicating scent paralyzes my common sense. I wish to ask her to properly show me how she makes herself come. My mouth salivates at the mere thought of watching her play with herself and then tasting her as she comes. I asked her to bloody sit on me, why can’t I ask her to play with herself? I’m being a pussy, afraid to chance pushing her too far by being a bit too kinky for her.
I flip us over gently and kiss her again. I can kiss this bird all day. Every time we kiss, her eyes enlarge and she wears this shocked look on her face. It’s quite sweet, almost like she can’t believe we’re doing this. Well, I, too, can’t believe we’re doing this. I hope this isn’t another big blunder. The thing with Emily and me in St. Lucia is starting to feel like a big muddle and I don’t want this to feel wrong, too.
“I know I said no more yapping, but what are you thinking, Sara? You’re all right with this, right? I want you to be square and happy about us being like this.” I pray she doesn’t put the kibosh on this. She gives me a small smile and even that is glorious. Who knew a girl’s smile could feel this fucking good? If she laughs, I may die.
“I like this, I haven’t felt this good in a very long time. It’s nice and I’m glad it’s you who’s making me feel this way and not him.”
Him! Him! Him! There is always a fucking him! Why is there always someone who stands in the way of me having what ought to be mine? I don’t know what those two have, so how am I supposed to compete with it?<
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“Liam, what’s wrong?” She cups my face, trying to get me to look at her. I guess I can’t fib to her, either, and everything I feel must be written on my traitorous mug. “Look at me, we’re having fun, just fucking, right? I’m helping you get Emily out of your head and you’re helping me deal with my issues.”
I try to shut my brain off and work her out of my system quickly, before she becomes a permanent tenant.
“Yes, yes, we’re just fucking, love. My whole life is actually just about fucking and this is exactly what I needed. I need to bang a broken ballerina, and you need to fuck a delusional Brit. Clearly, this is what we both need,” I say, without chancing a glance at her. The truth in a nutshell: we’re two broken people trying to help each other break even more.
I actually don’t feel like doing anything with her anymore. These head games that make up my life are starting to make me wish I could be a castaway somewhere far, far away. I wouldn’t even bring a wretched ball with me, because I’m sure it would find a way to fuck up my life somehow.
She continues to hold my face as I try to free myself from her grip and get my bum out of here. I’ve heard enough, I’ve seen enough, New York hates me and I need to go. If I stay here, yes, my dick will win; I’ll get to fuck her…but then what? I don’t want to think about her and that fucking Jeffery getting it on once we’re done.
“Liam fucking Knight, can you please look at me?” she practically yells at me. I don’t want to look at her. I know that if I look back into her sad eyes, I’ll crack…she’ll make me lose it and I’ll want to make her happy all over again. “Liam, why are you being like this? I want you! Nobody else! But I can’t just pretend that I don’t have a past with him. We just met. We mean nothing to each other. Let’s just finish what we’ve started. I need to have you inside me.” Did she say that? Wow, that actually hurt. I suddenly feel like a prostitute. It’s odd, I don’t remember ever feeling this used before, and yet how could I possibly feel used if I’m using her as a cum-catcher just as much as she’s using me as a cum-donor? I can’t shake this rubbish feeling off. Bollocks!
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