His hand slid down from her neck and along her spine until it grasped the firm roundness of her ass. He moaned as his fingers dug into her flesh and forced her closer to him. When she encountered the long, tell-tale firmness of a hard-on in his pants, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The bell signifying their arrival to the ninth floor went unnoticed, and it wasn’t until the doors started to close again that they hurried off the elevator.
She let him walk into the suite first and he did, slowly, looking around at the living area before finally going to the floor-to-ceiling wall of windows. This executive suite was larger than her first apartment, so she could only imagine what Adam thought of it.
“Well,” she began and he turned to look at her. “I’ve had a long day.” She propped herself against the wall as she took off her heels. Keeping her gaze on his, she began to unbutton her blouse. “I’m going to take a shower...I suggest you join me.”
She continued to strip and watch his face. It didn’t change but remained cool, almost sullen. To a younger or less experienced woman, it may have been unnerving, but Cass could see in his eyes and the slight flare of his nostrils that her actions were not unappreciated.
He may have been young, but he was mature where it counted, and it wasn’t until she stood completely nude before him that he began to undress, his eyes slowly roaming over her body and taking her in. He started by unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He toed off his boots without stooping. Soon, jeans, Jockey’s, shirt, and socks joined his boots on the floor, and for a few moments they stood there, studying each other.
Adam didn’t carry any extra weight, but he wasn’t scrawny. He wasn’t muscle-bound, but he was firm. However, the cock between his legs was bulging and—she had to admit—impressive. Then, as if it were aware of Cass’s observation, Adam’s cock twitched and began to rise.
She reached out for his hand and led him into the bathroom. The walk-in shower was large enough to hold several people. He got the water running while she opened the complimentary bottle of hotel shower gel.
Adam stood directly under the shower head, leaning his head back and letting the water drench him, making his skin slick. Cass exhaled slowly, watching the rivulets of water cascade down his smooth, alabaster chest. He had a slight trail of hair that started in the middle of his chest and went around his navel.
His raised his head and opened his eyes. His wet hair was matted down but still thick on his head. He pushed his hair back and gave her a look as if to say, “Come on, then.”
She joined him under the water and slid into his embrace for another kiss. When they were both soaked, she poured some shower gel into her hands and started to stroke his chest. Adam took the shower gel and did the same thing. Soon they were lathering each other up, taking the opportunity to feel every inch and crevice of the other one.
Cass thought he was going to take her in the shower when he suddenly pushed her up against the shower wall, but instead, he took the opportunity to kiss his way down the front of her body until reaching the now-damp curls of her pussy where he nuzzled eagerly.
“I’ve never been with a woman who wasn’t shaved before,” he said before burying his face between her legs and inhaling deeply.
“Well, I’m partially shaved.” Cass tried to chuckle nonchalantly, but it was shriller than she would have liked, making her sound nervous. “Just call me Eve.”
Adam took his hands and parted his way through her damp curls until he found the tender flesh at the center, and then he began to kiss her labia like he was deep kissing her mouth. His teeth nibbled, his tongue swirled and licked before tongue fucking her so deep, she came with a shuddering moan.
When he began lavishing attention to the hardened pearl of her clit and began to suck, the sensation sent Cass out of her head—which she struggled to keep from thrashing about and knocking herself out. If it wasn’t for Adam being between her legs, she would have slid down the shower wall.
Cass looked down and he was looking up at her, his face shiny and damp because of her or the shower, most likely both. She nudged him away. Now it was her turn. She indicated for him to trade places with her before she crouched in front of him and took him into her mouth. The head alone was a nice mouthful. She lavished attention on his cock and felt it grow.
His cock was plump and hard and Cass gently pushed his cock up against his chest so she could stroke his balls. She moved closer, and before taking one fleshy orb into her mouth, she caught the scent of him, a combination of his natural essence and the freshness of the hotel body wash. She sucked on the left ball and then the right, gently feeling what she called the “little egg” rolling around inside. She licked the seam of skin from between his balls and the vein running along the underside of his cock until she tickled the underside of his cockhead with her tongue. Slowly she licked and ran her lips along either side of his cock, her mouth, along with her wet hands, slicking him up. Every time her tongue touched him, he moaned. He was now rock hard and Cass thought he was set to burst when Adam pulled away and turned off the water.
Shower over, they dried themselves off with luxurious towels softer than butter. The strength she suspected him of having while in the shower was confirmed when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. As soon as he laid her down, he was on her. His hard cock rubbed against her thigh and her stomach fluttered sending signals to her pussy. All she wanted to do was to get it inside her as soon as possible.
Suddenly, she felt him get off the bed and saw him pick up his pants from off the floor. He got his wallet out of a pocket and pulled out three little packets wrapped in foil. He threw two of them onto the nightstand and tore into the third, and within seconds had the condom on that thick, sizeable cock she became acquainted with in the shower. She grabbed him and he fell onto her. It winded her for a moment, but she recovered quickly and spread her legs for him. He found her entrance and dove in and she delighted in the attack.
“Oh damn, you feel so good...” Adam groaned as he buried his cock, balls deep, inside her. He gyrated his hips, grinding into her. “Oh, fuck... You feel so fucking good.”
They turned over. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging so deep into her flesh that she would have winced in pain she wasn’t so distracted by his cock moving like a piston inside her, forcing her to grab hold of his shoulders as she rode him.
For a young man, Adam was teaching her several things all at once. Never would she assume that a man didn’t have strength and stamina because he wasn’t muscle bound, and never again would she underestimate the sexual skills of a small town farm boy. It didn’t take long for him to knock out another orgasm out of her. In fact, if she wasn’t careful, Adam risked fucking her into a shadow within a matter of minutes. She needed to slow down the pace.
She dismounted from her young buck and got between his legs. Slowly she rolled off the condom, exposing the glistening head. She used his cock as a lipstick and the pre-cum as her gloss as she stroked it over her lips before taking his still-firm cock into her mouth. As she began to suck, he let out a sigh that blended into a moan as she made her way down his shaft, her tongue and lips stroking him, her hands caressing him. He eased back into the headboard and buried his fingers in her hair. Slowly he fucked her mouth and Cass resuscitated his cock to life. She made eye contact with him. She wanted him to hear her wet, slippery mouth slurp along his thick, warm cock. She wanted him to hear her eat him. Her reward was a full-body tremor.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he said, his voice thick and deep.
She obeyed and laid beside him.
“Close your eyes.”
She did and instantly relaxed. They were giving each other a workout. Cass had no idea where, why, or how Adam got to be so aggressive in bed. Was it the brazenness of youth or something darker in his personality or his past that was responsible? At that moment, Cass didn’t care. What shocked her more was how she acquiesced. It turned her on. She couldn’t remember her last time with a
man who took charge in the bedroom like Adam had done.
The bed dipped and shook indicating his getting out of bed. She sighed, contented, as his body covered hers and he began to kiss and suck on her neck. Then he started to trail his kisses downward with the occasional lick or bite along the way until he came to the twin hills of her buttocks. There, he grabbed them and kneaded them like doughy mounds of flesh, kissing and sometimes spanking each cheek and making her skin warm up.
When she felt his tongue slide down between her cheeks and nudge its way inside her ass, Cass knew his parents named him Adam for good reason. He was the first man to ever try that move on her. She trembled and her mouth went dry.
“Where did you learn how to do that?”
“How does anyone learn anything?” he said from between her ass cheeks. “Experience, of course.”
Cass melted into the mattress, incapable of anymore speech with the sensation of his tongue in her ass. In and out his tongue probed. He spread her cheeks apart and Cass felt his face press in farther. Adam obviously knew how sound could be a turn on as much as she did as he feasted on her ass like she did his cock. His tongue was making her and her ass crack dripping wet with the way he alternated between licking around and inside both of her entrances.
This, she discovered, was merely a segue into what he was going to do next. She’d had anal sex before, but not in a long time, and never with a man who prepared her the way Adam did. Again, the question about where and how he got so much experience—expert experience, as far as she was concerned—at pleasing a woman at his age came to her mind. The thought didn’t last long because his tongue was...just...so... glorious...
He got a fresh condom from off the nightstand and she raised her hips off the bed out of instinct; she was in heat. He was back on her in a flash and the head of his cock was breaching the tight ring of her ass almost immediately. He took advantage of her position, and when he entered her, she cried out. He lay on top of her and reached around to stroke her pussy, letting out a small sound of surprise to find her hand already there. Together their fingers rubbed against either side of her clit with every pass. He pulled her hair back and began kissing behind her ear.
“Bite that pillow, Cass,” he said with a growl. “Bite it!”
That’s when they stopped having sex and began to rut. They became rough, more animalistic with their need to be on or inside the other. Time wore on and their bodies gleaned with sweat and from kisses and licks. Cass had no idea how long they’d been at it by the time they both collapsed, exhausted.
She curled up into him. “Mmm, this is why I love king-sized beds...”
“And why is that?” he asked, pulling her even closer until her head rested on his chest.
“Neither one of us has to sleep in the wet spot.”
The echo in Adam’s chest as he chuckled lulled Cass to sleep.
Cass studied her reflection in the mirror. A woman with black eyes stared back. Her smeared eye makeup made her look like five-cent hooker after a half-price sale. The way her body ached, Cass felt like one too. Her pussy and asshole was sore and throbbed like they had been on the receiving end of a battering ram, which, in a way, was true. Her neck, throat, and chest made plain what she’d been up to the night before.
She ran her finger softly over one hickey, the one just above her left collarbone, and it was tender to the touch. It would take days—weeks—before they would fade away. Not that she minded. She didn’t want to forget last night any time soon, even though she doubted she could.
At least she had returned the favor and marked him up in a similar fashion. She all but clawed a roadmap across the poor man’s back.
She sighed and shook her head. There was no use denying it. The kid had mad skills and stamina that threatened to dick-whip her into submission. If she were the pathetic type, she could see herself blowing her twenty thousand dollar commission on him; buying him things, taking him places, showing him off...fucking him senseless.
Fortunately, she wasn’t pathetic. It had been years since her last one-night stand, but she wasn’t going to let herself entertain thoughts of “What if” and fantasy relationships. She would catalogue last night with all of the other one nighters...but at the top of the list.
She showered, got dressed, combed her hair, and went back into the room to pack her clothes from last night into her travel bag. When she was done, she approached the bed where he lay stretched out on his side with his head on his upper arm and his face covered by his hair. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”
Adam groaned and turned over onto his back. Cass smiled at the ruffled, crumpled look he had. A beard of dark hair was starting to form in the shape of a goatee around his mouth already, and Cass suspected that, despite his baby face, he could grow a beard that added years to it within a span of a few days. His hair fell into his eyes, but when they opened wide and focused on the unfamiliar surroundings, she had to keep from laughing.
“What time is it?”
“Eleven o’clock. I need to check out in an hour.”
“I’m sorry.” He yawned.
“I’m not.”
He reached up and caressed her cheek. She leaned into the caress.
“You have time for a shower before we go.”
Check out was fun. Adam lingered by the doors as Cass went up to settle the bill. The scoop neck of her T-shirt covered the more vibrant hickeys on her bosom but not the ones gracing her throat. This didn’t keep her from smiling brightly at the desk clerk and taking inward amusement as he tried not to let his eyes linger on her abused neck.
Cass then suggested they have brunch in the hotel bistro and was gracious when Adam insisted on paying for it.
As soon as they stepped out of the hotel, Cass knew it was going to be an exceptionally warm and humid day for early spring. While waiting for the valet to return with her rental car, once again Adam showed no hesitation or awkwardness by putting his arm around her and letting his hand rest possessively on her ass. She smiled.
The car arrived and they climbed in.
“I appreciate the ride,” he said as he fastened his seat belt, “but won’t this take you out of your way?”
“No. I’m flying out of Love Field. Besides, my flight leaves at three, so we’ve got time.”
Saturday afternoon traffic in downtown Dallas was busy, but not nearly as thick as it was during the week. It didn’t take long for her to drive to the east side and to the huge community called The Village that consisted of over a dozen apartment complexes. It was a popular neighborhood for yuppies and students.
He directed her until they pulled up outside the apartment building. The unit he shared with his roommates was on the second floor.
“Are they late sleepers on a Saturday?” she asked.
“Yes.” He peered out of the sunroof. “But it’s past noon. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone isn’t peeking out the window.”
“Then let’s give them an eyeful.”
She reached for the front of his shirt and pulled him close. He wasted no time in possessing her mouth with his tongue and she willingly made accommodation. The kiss lasted for less than a minute, but left them both breathless and made Cass want to come.
Adam got out of the car but came around to the driver’s side. She rolled down the window and was surprised when he leaned in to kiss her again.
“Will I see you again?” he murmured against her lips.
When she pulled back, she caught a flicker of uncertainty cloud his eyes. Last night had meant something to him too, but it was over. She could tell Adam had no use for games—and neither did she. It was one of many things about him that she had come to respect about him during their short time together.
She reached into her handbag just behind the passenger’s seat. After some one-handed manoeuvring, she offered him her business card, but when he tried to take it away, she held on.
“I’m starting my vacation in exac
tly two weeks. I’m going to try The Adolphus next.” She let the card go.
Cass didn’t look back as she drove away.
But she grinned all the way to the airport.
Summer of Consent – Part 1: June
By Jayne Marlowe
PRICES (US) $1.99 (ebook)
©2015 Moonchild Press
58 pages / 18,000 words
Genre(s): erotica, interracial, first time, virgin, BBW, curvy, barely legal, BWWM, older man/younger woman
This story depicts a sexual relationship between a young woman and an older man. All characters represented are age eighteen or over.
Does graduating from high school turn a girl into a woman within a span of weeks?
Gloria Goodman is desperate for extra money for college. Her best option is to take a summer job assisting her former biology teacher, the sexy Nate Larsen. She wasn’t Nate’s best student, nor his favorite. Unfortunately, Gloria is his sole applicant.
Nate is desperate too. He desperately needs help transcribing the biology textbook he is writing. Uninterested in the flirty and flighty females he teaches, he never gave Gloria a second glance when she was his student. But when Gloria impresses him with her office skills, he sees her in a new light.
Why is he even thinking this? She may be eighteen, but she’s still too young for him.
But beggars can’t be choosers...and needs must when the devil drives...
This 18,000-word erotic short story is the first part of a trilogy spanning the hottest months of Gloria’s summer of consent.
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