Second Chance on St. Patrick's Day

by Mia Ford

  “There are no words that could possibly come close to describing what I’m seeing. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I hooked one leg over his shoulder with my stiletto digging into the back of his neck.

  “I’m afraid it’s the other way around. You’re not taking advantage of me. I’m the one taking advantage of you.” I lured him closer with the fragrance of my sex permeating the air.

  “I never thought it was possible to feel overcome with sexual distress. A woman like you only comes around once in a lifetime. You might not think you are anything special, but I wouldn’t have gone to all of this work for just anyone.” I could feel his hot breath touching the crotch of my panties.

  “A man like you is destined to sleep with his fair share of women. I can’t be sure this isn’t your game. I want to believe the words coming out of your mouth.” The first flicker of his tongue made me arch my chest with my nipples poking out obscenely.

  “I won’t be able to stop once I get started. I wasn’t lying when I told you how I feel from my heart. Love was never supposed to be in my cards.” I was about to object and tell him this was physical and nothing more. I couldn’t make the words form in my mouth.

  “Why don’t you show me how you feel? I want to know that I’m not a notch on your belt. Are you even going to remember my name in the morning?” I wasn’t sure how long I was going to stay after the deed was done.

  It was still not written in stone how far we were going to go. I figured his oral prowess would open the floodgates to a longer exploration of our flesh. The first orgasm was never going to be enough. I could tease him and please him until he was ready to explode. It was my plan to give him the kind of pleasure men only dream about.

  My moans became louder, but it wasn’t until he struck the flint of his tongue to my bare flesh that I finally understood what was happening. The fire consumed me and made me grab onto the back of his head with both hands. I thrust up and drove the pointed end of his tongue into me.

  “Just like that… I want to feel everything… make me your personal sex puppet.” I was humping the air with his mouth getting the full brunt of my orally induced pleasure.

  The sloppy sound of his mouth was a symphony of delight in my ears. Life wasn’t simple. It was messy, but being with him was the easiest thing I had ever done. There were no games and nothing to prevent us from expressing ourselves physically. He had turned me on and watched me become a wanton whore.

  “Hang on and something is going to happen very familiar to you,” I screamed without an ounce of shame for how my orgasm traveled through me until it centered in my crotch.

  I was wildly gyrating on the table with the legs creaking underneath me. I hammered against his face. I was watching his eyes light up with mischief. I came with my limbs floundering in the air. He prolonged my pleasure by tongue fucking me through it. His lips were coated in my sticky sauce. His hum of appreciation vibrated along my lower extremities.

  I pulled his hair to release his lip lock from my sex. His tongue was outstretched licking the remnants of what I had discharged from his lips. I couldn’t overlook this could be a one night stand. I didn’t want to believe it, but he was the type to love them and leave them. It was a vanishing thought and he continued to administer to my needs by attacking my sensitive region.

  “I have become addicted to you. I don’t want you to leave me with a case of sexual withdrawals.” His pants were filled out and I could see the outline of his member pressing heavily against his briefs.

  “I want you to take my place. Don’t think about it and just do it.” I didn’t mean to be heavy handed with my comment, but I was salivating for the length of his oral instrument.

  He put his hand up and left me sitting there. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I was anxious to touch him inappropriately. It was hard to keep still. The sensation he had caused had dimmed, but the need to return the favor was stronger than ever.

  I didn’t know if I was willing to give him a piece of my heart. I had shielded myself from the entanglement of love. I had gone through hell and didn’t need a repeat performance. Sebastian had prepared everything to incorporate a little bit of romance. One good turn deserved another.

  “I had to make sure the doors were locked and the drapes were drawn. I don’t want there to be any interruptions. This is a safe haven from all of your troubles. I want you to be comfortable enough to let your inner freak fly.” I patted the table and he seemed hesitant to put himself in the position of being vulnerable.

  “You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m going to teach you a few things. I want you to bring me something from the kitchen.” I gave him his marching orders and he obediently went to collect what I wanted with this bemused look on his face

  Chapter Six

  Sebastian

  My legs were dangling over the table. I lifted my body to give her access to the goods. She pulled my pants down with her fingers purposely leaving my underwear alone.

  There was a glass of ice cubes sitting on the table. I didn’t know what she was going to do with them, but I wanted to be a part of it.

  My underwear was an expensive blend of Egyptian cotton and silk. They were made from the same material that currently was on my bed. It felt like I was a newborn baby swaddled in love every night. People took for granted the necessity for 8 hours of uninterrupted slumber.

  “I need to see this to make sure it’s not some kind of optical allusion. I’ve had my fill of men who try to fake it to make it. They suspect it will be difficult for women to push them out the door when they reveal the truth. I don’t have any such problem.” She traced the outline with her two hands on either side making it jump with expectation.

  “What you see is all me. Everything is factory original. There are some miles on me, but I still can go the distance.” I was describing my body like a machine with a lot of horses under the hood.

  “The part of me that interest me the most is your piston.” Taking a hold of the waistband, she pulled it down slowly to reveal 1 inch at a time.

  “I might be a little older than you, but I think experience is immeasurable. I will say your youthful enthusiasm is infectious. 10 years is nothing when it comes to the pursuit of pleasure. I don’t see any reason to dwell on numbers.” I was exposed to her eyes dancing in her head.

  “I like what I see.” She curled her fingers around my thickness and drew the skin up over the head to produce a small portion of what I was about to offer.

  She ran her thumb through the sticky mixture. I groaned with encouragement and it was all the incentive she needed.

  It was a little strange to be in a position where she could have her way with me. Her mouth came closer about to plant a noticeable kiss of lipstick on my flag. The red pigment was a blazing reminder of her desire for me. She ran the tip of her tongue down the length of my towering inferno of pleasure.

  I watched mesmerized by how she was igniting different parts of my anatomy. Her hands cradled my family jewels. Her mouth was about to descend. She was drawing it out and making me hunger with a salacious need. The scope of my pleasure could not be measured by any discernible means.

  The heat of her lips was nothing compared to the oven of her mouth. She surrounded me in warmth. I glistened every time I came out of her mouth. I was dripping with the bubbling cauldron of my orgasm threatening to erupt.

  “You already know what I’m going to say. Slow down or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She was building the pressure but wasn’t allowing it to escape the confines of her throat.

  The constricting motion from her rhythmic swallowing was making it hard to contain the flood. The dam was ready to blow and I was doing everything in my God-given power to hold it back. She was determined and knew how to strike the match with the flick of her tongue.

  Her lips tricked me into thinking I was cumming. My cock was dry heaving with the head pulsating. Nothing was coming out. I didn’t know how it was possible, but somehow she was
able to give me an orgasm without the release. I shuddered through the sensation and thrust deeply along her slippery tongue.

  My toes were curled on the arms of the chair inside my shoes. She reached up and used her long manicured painted fingernails to scratch my nipples. My mouth was open with her name imprinted on the tip of my tongue.

  “That was a very intense feeling. I get the feeling you have been manipulating my flesh for your own selfish amusement. I like a woman who knows what she wants and goes…for it.” Her teeth came into play by grazing the long and unyielding object between my legs.

  The sensation subsided leaving me wanting more. I slid into position with every inch disappearing. I pulled out slowly letting my hands twist in her hair for motivation. I gave short thrusts and she accommodated me by swallowing me whole. She had no gag reflex, but I think she surprised herself by how easily she consumed my excitement.

  I was reaching my boiling point and she was able to stop me from taking the plunge over the edge. It was quite fascinating and frustrating to see her in her element.

  “I have control and don’t you forget it.” There were no words spoken with any more truth.

  I could see into her eyes and it was an open door of emotions. The core of my desire for her was no longer sleeping. She had weakened my resolve and woke me up inside. I was coming undone before her eyes. Without her, I was going to become a shell of the man I was.

  “You really do know what you’re doing. I want to call out your name with no disrespect.” I experienced an outer body moment where I was floating in the ether of my pleasure.

  I rallied the forces of my restraint, holding strong to the last vestige of self-respect, but it was for nothing. It became painfully clear she was playing me like a cat does with a mouse. Dangling the pleasing sensation was cruel and unusual punishment. It was also a mind-blowing moment.

  I was singing a different tune with my pleasure enhanced with the ice cube in her mouth. It was like gasoline being poured on a flame. I was unstoppable with the force of my orgasmic discharge intensified. My vision blurred with my hips in overdrive. I fed her a volume of heated bliss, but she was having trouble containing it in her mouth.

  Putting myself in her hands was asking for trouble. This mutual exchange of oral pleasures was on the pretense of what was going to happen behind the closed door of my bedroom.

  “Sebastian, I burn for you inside.” I leaped into action by turning her around with her body bent at an angle over the table.

  She was still wearing her panties with the telltale sign of her arousal running down the inside of her thighs. I put my hand on the back of her head and she was looking at me with a sideways glance.

  “I can’t take it anymore.” I pushed the engorged head of my member against the resistance of her lips.

  “We can give each other what we need in the moment. I know you might need a minute after exploding with that kind of force.” Seeing her in a compromising position gave me what I needed to stand strong and silent

  “I don’t need any more time.” The lips of her sex folded around me with the head getting the first taste of her scorching insides.

  “I hope you don’t have the need for a pharmaceutical aid. We both know what I’m referring to.” I did have the little blue pill for a rainy day, but I didn’t need it with her.

  “There is nothing but the natural need to consummate our feelings for one another.” I sank into the rippling caress of those inner muscles.

  With each inch, the feeling of ecstasy grew with the glove of her desire drawing me in. I was working it in slowly, taking my time and enjoying the process. It took almost 2-minutes to fully immerse into the depths of her depravity.

  I got carried away and my body was spawned into quick and merciless thrusts. She cried out and I thought I was hurting her. The pleasure mask on her face told me otherwise. She was grinning and then screaming in defiance at the same time slapping my chest.

  “I like this rough take no prisoners kind of attitude. I don’t know where one orgasm begins and ends.” She came back with this resounding crack when our bodies came together.

  It was a continuous race to the finish line with both of us breathing heavy all the way there. The white flag of her surrender came over her a few times. The grip in which she was manhandling my equipment was hard to fight for any length of time.

  “I want you to take all of it. This will let you remember our time together.” The pounding rhythm of my hips was turned up a notch with the thread of my sexual sanity about to snap.

  The cushion of her ass absorbed the impact of my hips. The air was blown out of me. I continued to ply my sexual craft with that one part of my anatomy about to unload the burden building in my balls.

  It was a backwash of pleasure with the singularity of my sexual release firing off indiscriminately. I finally slumped over top of her with my lips kissing the back of her neck.

  “Tell me that didn’t just happen. What the hell was I thinking? If only I had met you in a different time and a different place things could’ve been different. This is a matter of bad timing.” It sounded like she was having regrets in the cold light of reality.

  “I can’t make sense of this. I can’t be the only one feeling like I have found the second half of my heart. Jessica, what are you trying not to say?” I didn’t see what we had done as a one night stand.

  “Don’t make me say it. I can’t be responsible for the look of disappointment on your face. It’s unfair to ask for something that can’t happen. Chalk this up to a lack of judgment. I can’t let a case of cold feet stop me.” I wasn’t sure what it was, but I needed her to be crystal clear.

  “I know you’re young, wild, and free. I could never take away your independence. Come with me to the bedroom where our love nest awaits.” Her right hand was shaking with apprehension.

  Her dress fell back into place with her panties sticking to her from the combination of the both of us. I was going to take her upstairs to christen the mattress, but she changed all that with a few simple words.

  “I can’t do this. I’m getting married this weekend.” Her words hit me like a freight train bearing down on me.

  I tried to say something, but the shock hadn’t worn off. My mouth was dry and I watched as she made a discreet exit.

  I couldn’t believe my ears. There was no way that she could fake that kind of passion. I wasn’t through with her by a long shot.

  I was ready to stand up to object to their union in the church by claiming she was in love with another man. I could only hope it wasn’t going to come to that.

  Chapter Seven

  Jessica

  It should have been the happiest moment of my life. The white dress hanging loosely down to the floor was like a noose around my neck. Marriage was final. The ball and chain were hard to wrestle away from after the priest declared us husband and wife.

  The seamstress was making the necessary alterations. I could see my father in the mirror. He looked like he had aged 10-years. I wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but I couldn’t think of one single thing to say.

  “I don’t want you to do this for me. I will find a way to pay Coughlin what I owe him. I don’t know where he gets off asking you to marry his son. I know you have a mind of your own, but I insist you stop this foolishness.” He wasn’t feeble-minded, but it wasn’t like I was a little girl asking for his permission.

  I had sworn him to secrecy.

  “This is a small price to pay for your financial freedom.” It had been three days and I was constantly avoiding Sebastian’s phone calls.

  I couldn’t blame Sebastian for being increasingly upset. The tone of his voice had this commanding quality. Sebastian wasn’t giving me room to breathe. He was suffocating me over one night of unadulterated bliss.

  I found myself lying in bed looking at the ceiling and reliving those moments one second at a time.

  “There’s another way. There’s always another way. We just need to find it.
Coughlin can be reasonable. Give me a chance to talk to him.” It was a marriage of convenience to protect my father and give Coughlin’s son a clean slate to his image.

  They stood on the platform of being a family oriented company with wholesome values. Timothy had given the family a black eye by cavorting with a stripper. There was no accounting for good taste. This was their way of mitigating the damage. The wedding was going to be an extravagant display for the world to see.

  “He has made his position very clear.” Coughlin didn’t want a gold digger sticking her hands in his son’s pocket.

  “I don’t know how to repay you for all that you have done for me. I could skip town, but it will mean always looking over my shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hate to see you unhappy.” I was grieving for the relationship that could never be.

  “You have been there for all of my milestones. It couldn’t have been easy dealing with a little girl asking for her mother. I wasn’t old enough to know the finality of death. You did your best and I can’t fault you for that.” He could have run from the responsibility, but he stuck around to raise me in his image.

  “I haven’t been the kind of father you deserve. What father would allow his daughter to walk down the aisle with no love in her eyes for the groom? I’m a selfish and despicable man to put you in this position.” The big day was approaching and seeing my reflection in virginal white almost made me burst out laughing.